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Post by Destiny on Nov 9, 2009 18:39:41 GMT -6
ducttape is silver, sometimes we must settle for second best The library was a rather large one, after all in America the high school past times were rather redundent if your inteligence was over the average user of make up and skimpy clothing. Not that all girls from America are like that but if you asked those of 4.0 gpa statuses... different story. The libraries back home were rather small, consisting of wall to wall books, lots of computers who uses were secretive and people cramming homework; by the mouthfuls! Here this library was smelly, well kept clean at least to a point, a girl weighing heavily under a sack full of text books siddled through the towering ailses of volumes. High school students who hadnt set a foor outside their own home country were talking rapidly in hushed tones.
Her name was Destiny, a new student who had just transferred to Japan from the United States. Definitely the thing to tell crazy movie fan girls whom asll want Brad Pitt's autograph. Crazy, right? She slumped down in a sagging arm chair and dropped her books with a loud thump on the ground. She felt the springs of the chair and could smell... chili. Ew. Destiny made a small face and leaned forward to rip open her pink backpack, from within the gaping mouth she withdrew her dusty tome about Chemistry.
'Oh well fabulous.' she grimanced, blowing the dust off, 'I wonder if any students will ask me to tudor them.'
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Post by Konatsu Teichi on Nov 10, 2009 20:12:36 GMT -6
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As usual, the library was quiet, dreary, and just a bit vacant, aside from a few wandering people, of course; some ditchers, others the more rare studiers. However, that didn't stop anything from happening outside of the library, and something just so happened to be happening. As to what that was, no one would probably be able to tell, but they could most certainly hear it loud and clear; even through the walls. A booming loud voice could be heard, gradually growing louder and louder with laughter, until the doors slammed open, in the open space: a strange, white-haired young adult, who didn't seem to belong at the school at all, since he appeared old enough to have graduated already. Or perhaps he was a student-teacher, or assistant of some sort. Of course, that's just one would believe.
"Lalala~!" He sang cheerily, ignoring the very little glares he received from those around him, and striding forth a few steps before pausing in thought. After some unfathomable amount of silence; which was almost like a record for the strange newcomer if you knew him, (and if you didn't know him, you most certainly will at one point in your life) standing as motionless as a statue until he suddenly slapped himself in the forehead. Right in front of the entrance to the library. And as if on purpose, he made a loud slapping noise in doing so.
"Oh, crap! What am I doing in the library!?" He shouted at himself, sounding distressed, but his teasing, amused expression said otherwise. "Ehehe.." He chuckled, looking around again suspiciously. "Is that person around? She'd better not.." He froze on the spot, staring at the growing shadow behind him, as he turned around slowly, the corner of his mouth twitching as his crimson eyes met with the librarian, staring back down at him irritably. "Oh, shi--" He started, but never finished as he plugged his ears instinctively, and the librarian squawked at him explosively.
"TRYING TO HIDE, ARE WE?!" She squabbled immediately, placing her hands on her hips in frustration.
"Awawa, no, I--Geh!!" The person flailed, trying to make up an excuse, but was immediately grabbed hold of by the ear, as the librarian continued.
"Listen up, Teichi-san!" She started, and he sighed in pain and hopelessness. "You've been at this school for six years. SIIX YEARS! And you're still a Junior! You're going to get help from me and graduate so no one has to deal with you anymore!" Soon after, she began to rant incessantly about all the fines and troubles she's gone through because of him.
"S-stop screaming!" Konatsu whimpered, flailing about some more like a poor puppy. Of course, no one would probably figure it out, but he was probably pretending. "My ears, my ears! The library! Shush! It's not my fault! It's the car! The car!" He retorted, though no one would really know why he was talking about a car. Jumping away from the lady and her grasp, the Junior breathed, before continuing. "Besides," He grinned, as though the previous events hadn't occurred. (Though he was rubbing his ear just a bit.) "I like this school~" He nodded, following after with a laugh.
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[ ooc ] you always end up with my insane characters..
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Post by Destiny on Nov 12, 2009 17:04:52 GMT -6
ducttape is silver, sometimes we must settle for second best A burst of screaming made Destiny jump in her seat and the book stumbled from her lap and on to her tiny feet. "Huh?" she peeked up from above the huge arm bars of the chair to see a tall junior and the librarian arguing... about the junior. "Six years?" she mused quietly, "Who could fail that much?" she got up quietly and stealthily crept along the tall rows of books. Her brown hair sliding across her view as she bent low below volumes upon volumes.
'Wow... I have never seen a woman so mad!' Destiny thought as she edged two tomes of Asian history and conquest aside to peep through to watch the comical teen and teacher. 'He needs a tutor? Hm... should I help him?' Destiny pondered, mulling over how much time she had, how much she was willing to spend and even IF she wanted to help the poor boy.
She stared longingly at her book bag and with a sigh shook her head, slowly she came up from behind the two softly, she cleared her throat and prodded the librarian with a number two pencil she had removed from her hair. "Excuse me?" she said, "I will tutor him." she offered, and stopped the insistant poking immedietely, "Do you want me to?" Destiny turned and looked to the towering male who could probably step on her.
[ooc] Yes! Why? [/size]
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