~New Registration March 2009~

Subject: ~New Registration March 2009~ Wed Mar 04, 2009 3:31 pm

OOC

All new characters (student or faculty) for the month of March. Post your first entries here, fully assuming that you are already inside the building, and at, near, or, about the front counter.

Typically some one will approach you after you make your introductory post, you do not have to say where you came from in your post, and there is no need to mention anything other then your purpose for coming to the school.

Remember to describe yourself, and your demeanor, as well as put all speech in "quotations". Do not auto initiate any actions, simply play out your character and wait for the process to be done.

You will be given your class room choices and everything else will be arranged for you. If you have questions about where or what is anything this is the place to ask.

Do not post anywhere "new" until you have exited wherever you are currently posting in. The exceptions to this are if a post/pre event is taking place and it's going slow.

Also don't post aimlessly either make sure you read up to see whose in the room or who left already.

It is important that you do not thought snatch, auto, reverse auto, or pre-auto.

Do not assume beyond reasonable practicality of what is in or about a room or scene, in most cases the scene will be described for you before hand. what It is also imperative you keep any "fluff" to a minimum, this includes talking to yourself, RPing alone, "RPing thinking or thought excessively" or unneeded/unwanted descriptions.

Feel free to ask any admin, council member or faculty if you have any questions.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Thu Mar 05, 2009 1:53 am

The door to the main office opened in it's own due time , slowly swinging on it's hinges to allow passage into the room for the person behind it and for the people inside it granted them a view of the person who was about to enter. Standing in the doorway with a hand still on the wooden board and no sign of further stepping in at the time was a rather short looking girl who almost blended in with the shadows if not for a pair of eyes that glittered blue. Instead of a smile , speech , or even action signifying she was going to step to the main desk the newcomer stood stalk still , head turning slowly to cast a glance around the whole room. Content to examine the new room she had found her eyes drank deeply of what was inside as if she found it odd and it had in some way perhaps intimidated her. "Feh...this room is kinda plain." Or , then again , maybe not. After her declaration of the rooms state the slinking form of the girl stepped away from the doorway and padded her way into the room still casting little half glances side to side while she walked to the desk as if she had all the time in the world.

This girl was a touch different then some. For once , she was short. She could in no way be over five foot two and to boot she was petite. The small body frame she sported was coated in what could be mistaken for just a black bit of velvet. Clearly she was wearing a skirt that stopped a inch above her knees and knowing this no doubt a top , but where they connected was another story. The only other colors that seemed to stand out on her was when creamy white skin showed from toned legs and nimble delicate fingers , her face , and those blue willow the Wisps she had for eyes.Everything else about her was like someone poured ink on her of the darkest kind. Deep rich dark hair cut in a short style with a good bit of attitude in how it laid , the sides curved in a bit to frame her face and further bring attention to it with it's checkered pattern of skin and shadowy hair. The girl's bangs were left short on each side with the middle long to hang into her face and just stop above her nose perhaps to some making her look a little wild. Wild was a good word for some who suddenly notice cat ears are perched on top of her head hiding in the sea of ink that severed as hair and sure enough if one looked a slender serpent like shadow swished back and forth.

" Geeze...I hope the rest of this place is a little more lively..I was hoping for someone in here getting reprimanded , perhaps some gruff talk behind closed doors , or even a good old fashion berating of some student to make it feel more like home...ah well." Both her arms crossed over her breasts , exactly where was sort of hard to decipher since it was a challenge to find where her curves and body began and where they ended in her attire of choice. " Anyone home? I got my paper junk here and everything , I won't bite much , and I'd just like to be on my way. You know , eager student all excited to see her new school and dorm , blah blah. " The tone she used was a mix between joking and surreptitiously mocking. Still , she managed to have her papers with her when she reached into the front of her shirt and pulled out something that was a different color then black , thank whatever diety you will , and set that something on the desk. Why it was a something and not a defined thing was it was rolled , crumpled , and even looked like it was used to set a few drinks on due to the small water rings in the white paper. Still...if it looked sorta like her application , smelled like her application , and tasted like it , it had to be it , right? Right.

And there she stood with her eyes suddenly half slanted shut and her ears a bit droopy. Sleep was currently trying to embrace the body that belonged to the brash youth who only wanted to get her paper work done and be on her way like the good little girl most people hoped for. Isara stood there like a zombie after it had finished eating the interesting bits about the room. Occasionally her tail would fleck out to the side like a black whip striking at phantoms that weren't there but all in all she waited patiently enough if not sleeping standing upright...every now and then a bit of thinking would be evident in her blue orbs and with it came the very smallest hints of a grin on supple lips that pulled into the stereotypical elongated and pointy incisors neko's did.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Thu Mar 05, 2009 3:20 am

The vice principal stood behind the doors, chewing on an apple with a deliberate pace while watching her stand there all alone. Truth is, he had been following the feline ever since he spotted her walking down one of the corridors. If she were applying to be a student here, she'd be the third Neko on campus and very sharp in contrast compared to the silver-haired one. An impish grin spread on those lips of his after hearing her remarks about the empty office. He wanted to see someone being reprimanded or scolded too but such a thing was a rarity and he could only nod silently in agreement that the place should be livelier. He was beginning to like her attitude! Seeing how she was beginning to doze off, Wayward finally made his move and walked in while clearing his voice.

The VP leered at her while circling around the counter, sizing her up, because it definitely made for an odd moment when he didn't even speak. When finally standing in front of her, towering over and staring down at her, he set the remains of his apple's core on the surface and began licking his fingers. Seeing that there was a lack of napkins in the office, he instead wiped his hand on his slacks. He didn't care for manners. And there he stood, gazing into those adorable blue irises, then wandered his eyes to those pink, soft lips... and finally to those adorable little ears. "Ahh~ If I can only have one of these as a personal pet~" he thought to himself and a content smile began to sneak on his pale face. A creepy smile - one befitting of an old man.

After a minute or two of fawning, he extended his hand toward her, palm facing up and motioned for something. She mentioned she had papers ready and the look on his face was no longer that of a strange old man's. It was that of a faculty member's, wanting to get down to business. He furrowed his brows. Again, he motioned for those papers. Not a word spoken. Not a sound left his lips.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Thu Mar 05, 2009 3:47 am

The sound of movement brought about a small crescendo of movement from the girl who was waiting like a warden of wasted time.Triangular feline ears perked upwards and slowly adjusted themselves so they were in a just right position to hear exactly each step of person who was walking out and where they were coming from , much like mini radar dishes. By the time the man was out the door of his office and was making his way around the desk her sort of dazed demeanor slipped away like a thief in the night and now was being substituted for a sort of inquisitive look that only grew more bold as the man didn't stop at the desk. Isara's left eyebrow cocked just a touch as the male who towered over her drew even closer , closer please , closer still , until he was just like that. A tower. Right in front of her. The lone eyebrow rose now higher up while her head had to tilt just a few degrees back to comfortable meet his gaze eye to eye without so much as a missed beat. Silence. Since he had not spoken a word and she didn't need to it was time for a quick assessment of this person she was looking at.

While her body was under a small survey she counter inspected the other with about as much subtleness that he demonstrated. All the while as her eyes sort of scanned his body like a printer her eyebrow stayed cocked sassily at him saying more then the silence could. When she had finished starting at his shoes and all the way up to his gaze again her lips formed a small grin. " Heyyyyyy...I know you , weren't you at my last school? Cheap suit , bad pants , kinda a slob , looks at you like a piece of meat and wanted to creep you out , seems like it's you. You lost a little weight though...maybe you switched to vegetarian girls huh? Or did you just decide to eat some fruits?" After she was done her eyebrow relaxed while her fanged little grin drew into a smug smirk so snugly fit on her face which prevailed there while her one hand sort of flickered her fingers in a "Shoo , shoo" manner near him and then motioned at the desk with the air of a Dutchess. " The papers are over there Lurch.. On your desk. See 'em? " Slender tail now paused in it's swishing while blue eyes glimmered at him with with her pupils dancing in mockery.

" I wrote my name on them , saves me time from having to smell your apple pants explaining who I am , I didn't know what classes I wanted so I put down "Any" to make it easy for you. I'd like a dorm , so I put that down , and I included my measurements for the uniform I may or may not wear depending on the colors. Need anything else? Or can I take a step away and take a whiff of fresh air? Apples were really never my thing." After finishing her little quip her lips came to rest in a innocent smile like nothing she just said came from her own no doubt angelic lips. Waiting for a response was something she eagerly wanted so obvious by how her tail picked up it's swaying pace back and forth like the hands of a clock waiting to see the other's reaction time , that innocent mocking smile , and the fact her kitty ears were perked up and waiting so eagerly to listen to the sweet song of the singed by her sass.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Thu Mar 05, 2009 4:49 am

The vice principal's eye began to twitch, both of them. Did he hear her right? His initial impression of her had just been brutally shattered! No one has ever spoken to him like this before and this was quite shocking to him as he tried to inspect her a little more. There was no doubt about it; he could see it from the smug look of mockery on her face. This was already a sign of trouble and just the start of a wave of something bad to come. Franz smothered his face as if he were trying to wake up from a bad dream. He couldn't find it in himself to retort and as he took the ball of an application in hand, catching the watermarks and other unknown brown colored smears on it, he felt a shivering disgust run up the course of his spine. Was she asking to be sent to detention before she even attended her first class?!

Breathe, Wayward... you have to breathe. He moistened his chapping lips, closed his eyes and took in a calming, deep breath. Maybe she's just a troubled child or had bad past experiences with school? Maybe if she made some friends, she'd open up and blossom into a wonderful flower? Or it was possible that she always had such a smart, snappy mouth that can instantly get under the skin of anyone she talks to? Deep inside the vice principal, there was a rage shaking in his core, wanting to burn the crumpled application in hand and fling it at her, hoping that it'd singe her hair and make her look like an abandoned alley cat. Alas, registration is always to be welcoming to new students, even if they were showing signs of being a delinquent. So instead of making a fiery retort, Wayward instead smiled and tilted his head as he unraveled her application.

"Flat. Like a skeleton," he murmured his first words in a low tone with that trying smile, "And messy." Slam! Slammed in front of her was a new stack of papers, a new application for her to fill. He spun a pen in front of her. "I cannot accept this application because a few things are hard to make out. And it's also in a poor state. Here at HHS, we expect our students to do things in an orderly and neat manner. So go ahead and copy everything down again, Miss Fukushima. I'll be looking for your uniform in the back because it's been a while since we've had smaller sizes." It was a lie. A uniform fitting of her size was hidden in the shelf behind the counter but he just had to spit the lie. With the flash of a toothy smirk, he spun on his heels and made his way to the storage room. Quickly, that smirk was wiped from his face and replaced by a more genuine, stern look. His thoughts were those of the vengeful kind and he thought about poking holes at select areas of her uniform, or splicing threads so accidental slips were to happen.

When he finally returned, there was a glossy package in hand - unharmed because he recovered from the dark side in time. "Here you are," he sang to her in a merry tone, sliding her uniform across the counter so it'd be easier to reach, "I hope you don't mind the colors. I did not pick them out. As for your dorm, would you be interested in a work program that'd help you pay for it?" He hoped if she was interested, that she won't end up in any of his offices because he could already foresee violence in such a relationship. "...And how does Sex sound?" asked the VP with a twitching smile. He was trying his best to disguise the inherent malice he had for her.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:42 am

He had been soundlessly stalking through a side office room with more grace then a cat. And more care then an OCD student reorganizing their personal movie collection by title, staring actor, and genre. However, mostly he was hunting for something he KNEW was in there…. Spare pens…. He liked the little things. And Bic’s were so much fun for he who was used to an inkwell and a quill. OOOOOOOOO a red one! He pocketed it very quickly and proceeded to filch a green one. A blue one. and this really neat one that claimed it could be erased… Humans were so inventive!

Then he felt the malice in the other room growing like a perfectly water bamboo sprout. And he knew he had to interrupt for the betterment of the VP’s blood pressure. With a snarky smile and perfectly fixed hair Tristan Shadwynn silently opened a door and entered existence. A cat might have near perfect hearing. But an Elf of his age was not something to be under estimates when it wanted silence.. Especially when he could magically dampen sound waves.

“GOD YES” Tristan said for the far side of the office standing near the supply closet that just a moment ago was both closed and empty… well they certainly should have assumed it was…. “But I think I would much rather have the Kitten then an old man….. Do you have plans latter” He Asked Isara directly.

Then Tristan winked at Isara and walked towards them both his foot falls even quieter then a Cat about to pounce.. Yet he looked completely normal in his human disguise. Certainly the VP would recognize the magic teacher as a teacher and not as a student even though he was in uniform right? Well if he did not then no doubt he would remember him from the hallway before with Lillian. The Student Council member he looked so much like….

“Am I interrupting something?”

Spoiler:

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:39 am

(Going to do a roll to see my results , since I don't think I can edit when I roll. )

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:39 am

The member 'Isara_Fukushima' has done the following action : Dice

'HD 1d20' : 15

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:49 am

It was a wonderful response that brought about a mild mean euphoria to Isara's face. Each twitch the man gave was a degree more she smiled , a small increase in her tail's pace , and leaps and bounds more the satisfaction she received from the situation as a whole easily observed by both smile and posture. The feline girl was relaxed as if she were chatting with some other girl about some relaxing topic at hand and not a twitchy soon to be bitchy man in a suit who smelled like applesauce. Delight danced in those eyes which held such a capacity and lustful need to drink in the effects of her work as the man looked to her papers and then shuddered so. Watching him do this she piped up her soprano voice so full of artifical sweetness. " I'm sorry , sir , I watched the man in the office wipe apple juice on his nice slacks and although it seemed funny I just thought "Well , when In Rome." So , since I wear a skirt I just figured why not do it to my application?" letting that sink in , a pause was given along with a change in facial expression to mock him with a brief show of melancholy , before she continued speaking. " Really? Gee , silly me , I forget about that. OF COURSE it's hard to read for you , you're kinda old and I bet you're eye sight is sorta bad from masturbating. That's what the bible says anyway...I guess it's just for you guys though , I still feel just fine!"

She was going to give him a break. Lips sealed into a lazy vicious little smile , silence being it's only companion , there seemed to be nothing more to say. Then she heard it. "Flat as a Skeleton." At once a switch in her brain flipped from "Medium well " to "Well done". Blue ice was what was staring at him from the insulted girl. Both of her feline ears lowered very slowly backwards in an easy to read enough threatening manner while a hand rose and pointed a finger in the air at him...the nails surprisingly long and pointed cruelly. " Let me get something across to you , you lecherous eyed crock. The first thing you did when I strolled into your boring little room was eye me up and down with that giant toilet French kissing grin. I know people like you , I've met my share , this is high school , I understand you have a pair of blue balls and you can't help but ogle at anything tossed your way , but you better watch what you say , Mister Applesauce crotch , or else you'll be teaching school choir as a Boy-Soprano. Got it? If so , we don't have a problem. I'll fill out my paper , you'll keep your jelly beans , and we're alllll happy. Righto?" Letting that haunt him while he went back to go and fetch her uniform the girl stared after like bullets would shoot from her gaze and strike him near the left shoulder blade , near his heart , and she was waiting for him to drop dead.

Slowly those ears of her's started to relax back up into black velvet radar towers waiting for him to come back. The comment on her size was ignored. Isara was short and she understood that , but by god she made sure people knew that made no difference to her at all in her ability to harass them.Whatever drowsiness that she had was snapped away and it was full alert. "Death by degrees is the way to go with this fruitcake..." Muttering the words with barely any air to carry them while she waited with a patience someone can have when waiting for an unsuspecting soul to come back so they could kick the ever living crap out of him.When he did come back merrily trying his best to not seem so ticked she swiped the uniform off the desk and wrinkled her nose at it while turning it this way and that in the package. "The hell is this? My dorm towel? Can't be a uniform , it sucks." tucking it under her arm she met the man's gaze with relaxed features , a blank canvas for lips , and leering feline eyes. " Work program? Like what? I'm not being your secretary , nice try though , never heard it put that way before. Gimme my options. Sex? Aww..." Oddly her voice took a baby tone to it while her eyes got big a bashful , a hand rising up to twirl her index finger in a few strands of ink. " Aww...the Special Education person learned a new word! Sex sounds like it sounds. S-e-x. See? You can sound it out , can't you? Oh! I'm sorry , I'm not supposed to make fun of retarded people. Seriously however , Sex for you is silent because there is no way in hell you're getting ANY." "Any" was said slow and louder then the rest to give it a definitive tone. And speaking of silence....

Suddenly the tips of her feline ears shot upwards and once again the catty appendages swiveled a bit and scanned for the noise back by the door , her head turning fluidly to peer at the door which soon started to open slowly , and her tail to pause it's moving. If one paid close enough attention Isara's body tensed up very lightly at the aspect of someone sneaking about where it was assumed there was no one else and it was the feline in her that wanted to be prepared to fight or flight. Tristan tried to be sneaky and open the door like a phantom but undoubtedly Isara was in a ghostbusters type mood because as he exclaimed "Oh God yes!" she didn't bat an eye...instead she cast the loud sneaking person a glare while a hip cocked out and a free hand settled on it to drum her fingers. "Well well! Here comes the retard's keeper. You need to go take him to the bathroom I think sir , He's making funny little twitches. You know how they can be. He's been a REAL good boy though...but I think he needs a break while I fill this out and draw some pictures so he can understand better. Plans? All sorts Hun but you need to be about , oh , my height , weight , race , and well , me , to know them. Sorry , thems the rules!"

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:18 am

The vice principal didn't know where to start. The feline had a cannon for a mouth and if he provoked her anymore, he didn't think she'll be leaving the office any time soon. He could tell he struck a chord in her, seeng how she just fired away at him and he wiped a few specks of saliva from his face while she continued. Oh, just what did you get yourself into, Wayward? Trapped in between duty and instinct, Franz was beginning to feel less like an adult and more like a man bent on revenge. He could already see her inside a kennel. He could see him shooting her in the neck with a tranquilizer dart. It wasn't till the excessive insults piled on that the VP didn't have it in him to be angry anymore. It had become all too tiring, all too exhausting. Indeed, he wanted it to end, but knew too well that days ahead full of encounters with her were bound to be hiding in corners, waiting to peek out and waiting to claw at him. If he couldn't handle her now, how can he contain her later? She even made threats!

"You done?" he asked after she spun and whipped her mouth at the new arrival. Well, not exactly new because the man always had a knack for dropping in during opportune times. And judging from the way he approached her, he guessed he was up to no good, like always. "I don't know about being an old man... but you're much, much older than me, Mr. Shadwynn. I don't see why you're still in a student's uniform when you're a teacher. As for interrupting anything, you weren't, actually... We were just trying to get to know each other better, that's all... after we cut the bullshit. So if you need anything, you're going to have to wait." He had regained his composure after seeing how excessive just bickering with her might be. He tugged on his tie and took her crumpled application in hand, preparing to use it for a demonstration.

"You see this?" he circled all the brown stains surrounding a few portions of her personal information, flipping page after page, "Shit stains. You think people are going to take you seriously if you submit garbage like this? How would you feel if I threw a ball of shit at you? Not gonna be very happy, right? I don't know where you last went to school or where the hell your attitude came from, but so far, it doesn't seem like you're going to be taking all of this seriously. You're already asking for an hour in detention... and believe me, Miss Fukushima," he gave a subtle pause, "...detention here is unlike detention everywhere. I say that for your own safety. Insulting your vice principal and threatening him is definitely not going to help your cause."

He dumped her old application into the trash and placed his hand over her uniform. "Dorm towel. Rag. Cosplay costume -- whatever you wanna call it; if you're going to be a student here, you're going to have to wear it. No exceptions! As for your job, I wasn't trying to entice you to be my secretary or soliciting for sex. I wouldn't even dream of it!" Which was the truth. Who the hell would want to work with a spitfire such as her (no matter how cute she looked)? He'd die from a blown artery if he spent a week with her and he is only 27! "Librarian aide, teacher aide, office personnel, maybe... nursing staff... Those are your options." He left out 'counselor aide' because that was his office. It was his sanctum and he wasn't going to let the devil inside. "... As for sex, I guess it came out wrong." He snickered to himself. "I was asking if you would be interested in Sex Ed. I think you are, so I'll jot you down for it."

The VP stood tall in front of her. Wondering what else he should be expecting to explode out, but instead, he made an attempt to call a truce. A hand was extended forward, the one that didn't smell like apples or had its residue sticking on its fingers, for a handshake. "Our start was bad and I think we misunderstood each other. I'm Mr. Wayward, your vice principal and your temporary guidance counselor. I'll stop the BS if you agree to stop as well. Do you accept?" Those coffee brown irises of his stared into her solemnly, not knowing what to expect. Well, he was expecting her to do something unexpected. Like maybe a burst of violence or spitting into his palm, which in return if it were to happen, he'll be exacting his divine retribution! All of it was beginning to dawn on him like a heavy boulder and his lips were beginning to tingle. That all too familiar feeling... He really needed a damned smoke.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Fri Mar 06, 2009 1:33 am

The berating and arguing grew louder and louder as the pair battled wits with wits, if only they knew neither had come properly armed it might have been a cease fire. The girl was pent up, angstie, aggressive, and annoyed at her formative years. Kind of sexy to be honest…. Where as Franz was not out done but overloaded, and repressed.. He couldn’t say what he wanted to no doubt because as guidance counselor and Vice Principle he had to play nice with everyone… Specially no registrants.. So they were at am impasse.. The little girl was going to take every sniping shoot she found and poor not so old Franz Wayward was going to have to cut and run least this little girl is whipped and flogged.

Then the fire was turned on him… For a moment she was simple ignored like am estranged alley cat outside the window. His attentions turned to Mr. wayward and he answered his question. Tristan’s usual unearthly voice and formal tone was not lost just because a kitten wanted to prove she had claws.

“Well everyone else is wearing them, and when I wear MY clothing everyone gets confused. Besides. This way I never have to worry about lab accidents ruining my wardrobe.”

Tristan then took to leaning on the counter to watch the fun between combatants. OH how he missed good old morning angst… Lillian had been FAR to happy as of late, and this much needed wake up call reminded him that this wasn’t the twilight zone, and he really was still surrounded with overly emotional, half witted teen age students trying to rebel against everything around them so they could find their place in the world.

“Who peed in whose Wheaties? Or was the cat nip spiked with pepper again?” Tristan smiled seemingly immune to the teen girls goading “If she really needs a job I have the perfect position for her. AND the job is neither prefaced by Blow, or hand. Though I think I might HAVE to get a gag to restrain her voice near the Gryphon’s… They already learned enough bad language. Form the students… and please Take your time, I am just here with the posters for the lost experiment.”.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Fri Mar 06, 2009 4:05 am

Still looking at the new comer she rolled her eyes in a quick little flick as if that was all the other was worth. "I'm sure they get confused for other reasons about you , but don't worry , I won't tease you...that is as long as you shut up , pretty boy." Isara's voice was a perhaps shocking contrast of almost kind tone and harsh words and that was all she left him for a long period of time since her head was already turning back to the vice principle who looked like he was about to blow an artery. Mocking eyes locked with his and hidden behind her scowl of rage there was the tiny hints of a smirk peeking from the corners like a mischevious fey peeking around a corner and giggling at the silly mortal man. Yet , why smile? The authority figure had gone from "HULK SMASH , HULK BASH!" brand angry that he could hardly contain to a now sudden stale posture. Calm. " You done?" her lips repeated in a mocking sort of half whine before she went quiet and gave the man a chance to speak...tail irritatingly flickering back and forth behind her as if it was fighting to detach itself and STRANGLE one of the two. "Getting to know each other? Really? My view on it is a little different. "Hello" is not ogling me like a weird old man first off the bat and then making funny motions for my papers , But I'm new here , what do I know?"

Once again a pause was given for the man to speak like she was forcing him to play chess with her and she was only patiently waiting her turn like a good opponent should do. The targeting mechanisms dyed blue she possessed locked onto the paper when he addressed them all until the point they were slammed down with a decent amount of force. Isara didn't jump or eep or even show a real change in posture besides a very subtle lowering of her ears before the papers hit the desk and then afterwards they perked back up. " You're right. It is a bunch of shit. Those papers aren't me and they don't certainly tell you anything about me. If I filled it out and made it all nice and neat and then gave them to you without a word you'd have accepted it and we could avoid this. But what happens afterwards if I was a Killer Psychotic Jungle Cat and decided to off your students? My papers looked good , I didn't do anything strange , but that goes to show the papers you sent me WERE a ball of shit. Most schools I go to fill these out when meeting the student and we have a lovely conversation a bit like this but usually not so much threats." The last bit was added sort of matter-of-factly while the rest held a certain righteous bitterness. "Detention? do you KNOW how much I've served? For what reasons? Please. Let's skip the warning and let's indeed cut the bullshit."

Small dainty hand freed itself from the long sleeves of her black attire like a ghosts hand coming out of the shadows to touch base with the living. If all went well they'd enjoy a perfectly normal handshake. "Let's get one thing straight. You're a person who deals with herding most student cattle inside the pens of this place and expect them to all conform to what you wish. I understand that. You will understand that I did NOT elect you to be anything and to me you are simply another person. No power. Nothing. You are a blank slate with a just a tiny bit of writing on it. Wanna know what that is? " Note to self , this person actually has some balls and isn't another ugly dyke posing as a guy who couldn't control his own penis if it put up effort. So Kudos to you. " Taking a breather for a moment she cast her glance to the man off to the side as if he had gone mad. Pepper in Catnip? Piss in the wheaties? This pretty boy must be blowing someone a little to hard because there is something wrong with his brain. " Shoveling bird shit seems more like your lover Cletus's job to me. Why don't you go back to your room?" That was all she spent on him before actually taking a side step away from him as if she was so repulsed by his presence that she needed a break from his aura. "I'll take my chances with apple crotch here."

The verbally violent vixen who now was looking back to Franz cocked her head like a curious kitten while she waited for him to perhaps fully pick apart what she was saying and realize that was a compliment. " Now this is more like it. I don't have any experience with any of those jobs , so don't have a clue. How about you sit at your desk , I'll pull up a chair , and we can write on the fancy new paper and if you treat me like a person I'll stop tongue lashing you like your a piece of shit? I'll even TRY and be nice. See? Nice. " The scowl and mocking smirk left her face and a decidedly emotionally dead look prevailed while she stared at him for a response.Even her tail settled down and took up that same grandfather clock timely swing back and forth. The uniform under her arm was tossed onto his desk near a corner out of the way and she calmly decided to take the lead. " Sex Ed? Do I look like I'm two? I came here to learn stuff , not be bored by someone explaining to me that "Boys have a penis and girls have a vagina and when you stick the penis int he vagina a baby is made!" How about you tell me what the classes are like , who the teachers are , and what we usually do and I'll be much more helpful and tact in giving you some guidelines about my interests , alright?"

That being said she brushed past the man near the desk and stood at the front , snagged a pen , and then went to work neatly writing her name into the correct spaces , address , cell number , parent's home phone , and all those sorts of things. The script that began to produce itself on the paper was fairly neat print instead of the previous messy scribbles and this time around there were no messy pages. " Oh yeah. I got my stuff around the corner outside. Just to let you know if I catch anyone taking my stuff I'll kick their ass in ways they can't imagine. Alright?"

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Sat Mar 07, 2009 1:59 pm

Franz listened to her establish her position against authority. It was obvious she wasn't one to respect the faculty, and he wondered if this was another sign of bad things to come. He already warned her about detention, but it didn't seem like she understood it. Detention was said to be something else in this twisted high school but all he could do was let out a sigh. He would have appreciated their sign of truce with what initially was supposed to be a perfect handshake, but instead of letting her go after a good one-two, he firmly squeezed her hand so she couldn't pull away. "I understand. You don't like respecting authority, but please try your best to pretend to at the least. It saves me the concern and I don't want to be the one to say, 'I told you so,' in the end. You've been warned, Fukushima," cautioned a completely recovered man and finally letting go of her doll-like fingers. It was right after that she went back to quip back at the magic teacher. The VP didn't know why he was still here, feeding fuel to the fire but knew too well that if he allowed the two of them to continue, it'd be another bonfire waiting to happen. Which was why he sighed with relief to know she knew better - although labeling him as 'apple crotch' was something not really delightful to his ears. Was it his new nickname for her from now on? If only he could turn back time...

The pale VP listened to her continue in her harsh verbal tone. He continued to wonder where she picked up such a mouth. If only prettier or more beautiful words flowed into the air from her! All that energy, all that fire power could be used for something more positive! She could be a pastor of some sort, a motivational speaker at the least! Instead, she was an outspoken punk, spewing threats and insults like a gatling. He snorted a little when she gave an analogy of Sex Ed however. His idea of Sexual Education was more akin to frightening young minds with the many diseases that one can contract so they would be traumatized when thinking about sexual activity. Like 'cauliflower pussy.' At the suggestion of telling her who the teachers were, he glanced down at the floor at his black leather briefcase. There had been something he had completed recently; something done because it was part of his nature as a detective. He faintly recalled someone telling him to do research - and research he did. "I have just the thing for you to see. You're in luck. Go ahead and have a seat over there at the table," he said and motioned to the left towards the side with a hand, "I'll be right with you in just a minute. ...As for your things outside, if anyone touches them, I'll handle them personally. Just be sure to check if anything has crawled into them, or if anyone has placed a hex on them." With that last part said, he turned to give Tristan a twisted smile, "You never know what kind of things crawl around here or just who wants to send a naughty spell towards your direction. Right, Mr. Shadwynn?"

With the deep intake of air, he lowered and grabbed for his pack, flung it over his shoulder and headed to take a seat at his nearest designation. "Best of luck with the leprechaun problem, Tristan," he said with his back turn and with a wave of a hand. Upon taking his seat across Isara's, he set his briefcase on the surface and took out a thick dark notebook full of writing and post-it notes. A few origami cranes slipped and immediately he stuffed them back inside his bag, mentioning that "they like to sneak out sometimes." He opened the notebook and turned it around so she could read it herself. The profiles of every and each teacher had been documented, as well as their current pictures, the numbers enrolled in each class, tidbits about their background... Let's just say it was probably more info than she asked for. "Go ahead and skim through them and tell me which classes you are interested in. And you'll see that we are seriously lacking in female professors... Something I have to apologize for if you feel more comfortable taking a class taught by a woman." He paused and thought about that fact for a few seconds. "And don't you dare think that I am part of the reason why that is. Don't even start."

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Sat Mar 07, 2009 4:45 pm

"Respect authority? Don't you get it? Haven't I been blindly clear? I DON'T RESPECT ANYONE....until they prove to me they deserve it. Otherwise you're just a sniveling weak little person hiding behind a title , a name , and when you're needed you falter and shit happens to those who depended on you. You understand me? You seem like better then most , Apple Crotch , so I'll give you a little hint. You and me wanna get along then it's a two way street. I'll start fresh with you as per the truce , don't fuck it up , so far you're doing fine." The small statured female's tone wasn't harsh at all. In fact it almost sounded calm now that one had a gauge to see exactly what was "Calm" with her. " Isara. Isara is my name. I don't use my last name at all unless it's on paper. Is (Ese E-ss , like a snake noise after the E.) if you find that too demanding , my pop thought of it." pausing a moment while she took her hand away from the man who might notice her nail tips bite into the flesh of his hand on reflex from the firm squeeze.It was like having five little razorblades prick and tickle the flesh and whisper sweet promises of cutting to it until his hand pulled away and she took her dainty doll like hand which was tipped with not so dainty claws back.

A cat ear rose in a sort of "Oh really?" way when he declared he had just what she asked for already. The action seemed to impress her because for once in their meeting she didn't feel the need to sting the man with her words and just took a seat after moving away from the desk.After she was a little more then comfy her striking blue eyes looked at the briefcase with a certain kitty curiosity. "Hexes and hocus pocus? C'mon. Gimme a break. The only Hocus pocus needed around my bag is to fix the person who touches my things." This she muttered under her breath as a secondary need to vent her thoughts , secondary only because she was already peeking at the paper offered to her and skimming through it while a hand drifted away to her fresh and new sparkling clean form and dragged it over the desk to be next to this new information she was given. Nothing was said for a moment but by the curving of her vivaciously smirking lips something pleased her like punch. "Wow. This is some pretty deep information...but I think just from skimming it I'll take Creative writing , history and.....anything but Sex Ed. Magic class I guess...always wanted to pull things out of a hat. Never a rabbit though..." What exactly she desired to have in her own little pocket universe wasn't told...and maybe it was better that way.

Plucking up a pen from the man's desk she set to work checking boxes , filling in printed names , re-adding her measurements , and selecting her classes while answering her emergency contacts and whatever other little questions she was asked in a timely and orderly fashion. After writing down that she would like a dorm and was open for maybe a job interview on the grounds she listened to Franz speak about how there was very little female professors and that he was sorry. Sorry..? For what? " Whatcha mean sorry , Apple Crotch , you scare them away? Did you give them that creepy old man look? You SLY devil. I bet they ate that up and are in your office right now. Making muffins no doubt and dreaming little dreams about you and your promises of smooth pillow talk. " Illustrating her lovely little mocking story seemed to help her concentrate for a moment on the last little issues before she set the pen down and pushes the form at him. "I really don't mind. Guys are nice to look at , Girl's are nice to look at , and neither of them are really that great to talk to when it comes down to it. Like Lava lamps , you know , pretty to look at but not that bright. Anything else that needs to be filled out?"

Student Number of posts : 17 Registration date : 2009-03-08

Kyle looked around the office awkwardly, being new to the area he had been told to take in some of the sights and was currently in question of which of the local schools he should attend. He had seen plenty of students walking about but he couldn't help but feel like he was a stranger in their mists.

He was wearing a white-collared overshirt with black frindge, the shirt under it being a solid black muscle shirt but the shirt shown clearly he lacked a kind of buffness to show off muscles, as he was somewhat thin. He ran his hair through his orange hair a bit, scratching his head a bit looking for someone that seemed to be in a place of authority where he could hopefully get a tour of the school grounds and see if this place was ment for him.

(OOC Note: I am new to the group and currently this character is temp until I decided if I want to fully immerse myself into the group.)

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Sun Mar 08, 2009 12:09 pm

It's been a while since he's been at this table; the same table he sat at when he first stepped into the school too. To share pictures and information while showing the student her way -- it was like he was passing on the baton Gabrielle handed to him. He didn't mind at all if Isara continued to deflect his warnings. With so much spirit, she's bound to find a way through the school herself... with some learning along the road. A lot of learning. Wayward mused to himself as she skimmed through the pages of his notebook and even when he told her not to start about the lack of female faculty... it wasn't surprising that she did. It was worth the try though because the feline didn't seem to be as hostile as before.

"I told you not to start...!" replied a grinning Franz, "It's not like that anyway... For some reason, there aren't any qualified teachers or officials out there who are brave enough to tackle the school. Or maybe it's something else. There's only one female faculty in this school and she's an administrative assistant. If my charm or creepy smile worked, they'd come flocking into my arms! It had an extreme opposite effect on you earlier so I'm not trying it again any time soon." He coughed at the last sentence and nodded sagely while listening to her continue. "Doesn't matter how stunning they are; if their insides are shitty, they're not worth your time. ...Hmm." Franz trailed off his attention to the silhouette he just caught entering the office. Another youngin' - a new student perhaps? Or one of those expected today under the visitor's program he was informed about recently? What impeccable timing... because he was almost finished. The VP turned his attention back to Isara and slipped her locker key with its number across the table for her, along with a map with the RA office marked. "For your dorm, you're going to have to visit the dormitory office. I circled its location on the map. Look for a guy named Aoshi or Riley. And... There's nothing else. I'm guessing you're going to need time to think about what part-time job you're interested in. You're done for now, Fukushima. You're off ze hook and are allowed to explore the campus wherever you please. Just get back to me when you decide on a job, eh? And try not to cause too much trouble during your first week!"

...He knows there was a good chance that she will.

Standing up, he extended his hand to give one last handshake. "Godspeed, Fukushima." From there, he took his belongings and circled back behind the counter, all eyes on the newcomer while wearing a friendly countenance. "How may I help you, young sir? You stand there, looking aloof, perhaps I have the answers that you seek? What brings you to my humble registration office?"

Student Number of posts : 17 Registration date : 2009-03-08

He looked about the registration office a bit when he seen the man walk behind the counter with his gear in tow, and when he posed his question he replied,"My name is Kyle sir...I came here hoping to possibly get a tour of the school grounds to make an assement of the place, I need to pick which of the local schools to attend in the next few days and this school was first on my list."

He looked at the man and took note of his comment of him appearing aloof, it wasn't that he couldn't be aloof but just that his appereance and presence have always giving a similar feeling to people, which was also the likely reason for him feeling a bit unsettled among mass groups of strangers.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Sun Mar 08, 2009 12:53 pm

"You did? When did you tell me that? I must not have been listening at all...oh well." Nonchalantly saying this while her hands scooped up the book and shut it with a small "Whump" and gave it a small toss into the man's lap. A shift of the hands here to take her uniform , another toss here to have her completed forms in front of the Vice Principle , and a tuck of the hand to filch one of his pens into the front of her top where it melted away in that blackened part of the world she wore like a shadow. " Well , you know , I'm sure it'll work on someone else....some soppy little love muffin looking for that perfect man will be lured by the smell of apples of your crotch soon enough. That or maybe your problem just is that no one likes apples and we all look at you funny for using your pants as a napkin. " Isara's right ear perked up and gently turned near the door to take in the sound of someone else approaching though it seems they weren't so important because she didn't even look to the sound she just commented on statement about the quality of folks. " Oh , I've met some very attractive people. It's gross to get one that has a can of dumbass shoved up their ass or their a petty , spoiled as fuck , little brat. Lotta people aren't worth my time , Apple Crotch , and if you were smart alot of them wouldn't matter to you either. We all just vanish at the end of the day anyway."

Finishing her pessimistic pearl of pure wisdom the feline girl picked herself out of the chair and straightened herself upwards with a snap-like salute of her inky colored tail. "See you later. I'll make sure to behave , oh Lordy I will , I promise! " Snapping her hand across the table to scoop up her keys she also tucked them down the front of her top and they stayed there surprise surprise. The petite girl stepped away from the desk and half turned before she realized she was missing the map and the instructions to get her dorm..and as soon as she was told that she needed to go and hunt down someone else those lightning blue eyes narrowed at the man with an annoyed intensity rivaling a pissed of shark. No words were said...but the way her tail bristled out like a rather fluffy pom pom and her ears flattened out made it very clear body language wise she was a little more then irked.

"....Thank you. " Perhaps Isara was doing the man a favor by then just turning and facing the door. Perhaps it was one good act of kindness that she just took each step after another without a rude comment to him. Perhaps she was turning a new leaf! Maybe- " Get the fuck out of my way you orange haired dolt. This is an exit only , crawl in the window next time." The way she lashed out at the new boy as she stepped out the door put those thoughts to an end. Ah...but what peace would be since she gathered her heavy as hell looking bags and started to wander down the hallway AWAY from the office.

Student Number of posts : 17 Registration date : 2009-03-08

When suddenly this cat girl came up and took her shots in he just stood there and ignored her, but mutter to himself quietly,"Why don't you crawl back to your litter box you fucking half-breed," all while he looked towards the man behind the desk, awaiting his reply.

Once she was gone he said,"Gee are all the students here so damn friendly..." he spoke in a clearly sarcastic tone. Kyle was one to just stand there and take it but if you would look deep into his thoughts he had agressive visions of harming those that insult him, it maybe a genetic mental disorder or that he grew up being insulted and has imagined the deaths and brutal beatings of so many people, for him its become an art.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Tue Mar 10, 2009 12:41 am

With a smirk, the little kitten was ignored as Tristan produced a stack of papers from seemingly inside his unbuttoned uniform jacket and plunked them down nearly silently on the counter top he had been leaning on. then shuffling then a bit here and a bit there to realigning them he smiled and turned on his heel towards the registration offices exit.

“Mr Mayward it seems you’ll have your day fairly packed. When you can please have sam move to hang those around campus…. Oh and… keep your detention slips handy. I think that little gal might need to play there first hand to under stand it.”

With that the young looking pretty boy would exit the door and the office for the day. Where to next… who knew with him.

-----Tristan Out-------

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Tue Mar 10, 2009 6:36 pm

"You shouldn't mind her. She's like that. At least she speaks her mind, eh?"

What a day it was already turning out to be. It had quickly reached a peak and now it was falling to a silent hum. The vice principal watched the feisty tiger of a cat walk out and it was as if the exciting atmosphere had just died with her departure. He had to hand it to her; she had the kind of presence that can draw attention (not the pleasant kind). With her departure, the magic teacher also took his leave immediately after. It was obvious why he was really here and when he turned to look at the stack of posters set on the counter, Wayward could only shake his head. "Didn't he say he was going to post them himself?" Looking around the now almost empty office, he gave a shrug of his shoulders. It wasn't his responsibility. And speaking of responsibilities, it seemed there was a new one proposed out of the blue. Franz furrowed his brows and looked at Kyle while delving into deep thought with a familiar irritation coursing through his blood.

Truth be told, The VP was getting a bit frustrated by the lack of personnel around here at times... and now to be shoved on tour duty? Unreasonable. No, more than that. Ridiculous! Who was going to watch the office and made sure nothing goes wrong? What will happen if there was an emergency? It seemed like the main office was always dreadfully understaffed. Even from the start when he first arrived to the large campus until now, the place had always been a one-person duty. Something had to give. Something had to give, soon. Or else... hmm. Or else!

"Fuck the tour," he huffed bluntly, "Get over here."

The VP had already whipped out an ID clip with a red permanent marker in hand; he was going to make him a visitor's pass. Why was he supposed to give him a tour? Was he some kind of spectacular athlete that had been scouted? Was he supposed to show him women and sell its desirability? No offense to the kid but, the man didn't believe in that kind of thing.

"What's your last name, guy?" asked the VP in a firm but friendly manner, "Asking for a tour is like asking for a salesman. You don't want me lying to your face and telling you what a great school this is, and I'm not going to go out of my way to do it.. Hell, that's not even what I'm paid to do. So the deal is... I make you a pass and you go have yourself an adventure. You're still young! Maybe there'll be things waiting for you around the corners. That alright? You can see the school for yourself and see if you'll enjoy being here or not. And that cat girl? She doesn't count. ...So let's start with your full name, young sir." He already had 'Kyle' written down in bold on the tag.

Student Number of posts : 17 Registration date : 2009-03-08

He nodded some at his comment to just ignore her comment and then seeing the other school employee hand off some things that obviously aggrevated the man he was speaking to, and him asking for a tour had just tossed some high octane gasoline on the fire.

When he requested from him to come close and he seen him pull out the pen and make him a pass. He then listened to him deliver his comments that if he wanted a tour to take it himself,"That would be fine sir...and the last name is Anderson...."

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Thu Mar 12, 2009 10:00 pm

He smiled. Morbidly. He was temporarily satisfied. He wrote the rest of his name down. He warned Mr. Anderson about things that lurked in the hallways, warned him to behave himself, and warned him about disturbing classes that were already in session.

Wayward had no expectations of him. He didn’t even tell him to “have fun” after handing him his visitor pass. All he did was take out a cigarette and put it between his lips, and gave the young man a nod to send him off, hoping he’d make the best out of this opportunity (which he has much doubt about). It was time for the vice principal to go far, far away for a bit and have a smoke, and the sooner the kid leaves the office, the better. Life at this point had become all too depressing; not for him especially, but he felt it was depressing for the current world around him in general.

He was having a bad day, although it hardly showed on his handsome, pale complexion but even if it was not evident for eyes to see, it wouldn't have mattered. Somehow, people just knew what he had going behind it all. He felt as if he could be read like an open book when really, he was a book full of subtle encryption but somehow, people could easily see though him as clear as glass – despite his efforts to disguise himself through a creative mask. It was as if his whole life story, his thinking patterns, and perhaps his natural demeanor as a whole could be narrated by people around him - narrated condescendingly because they knew his thoughts (therefore, implying a delusional advantage, thus... 'condescending'), and perhaps even his whole life story! It sounded absurd (and it probably is) – which was why he needed to spread some pollution into the air, share with it his vague suffering and clear his head; gather himself a piece of mind so that he may further tolerate the obscurely disgusting – not to mention… REPULSIVE… feeling taking over him.

Indeed, this was one of those moments where one really has to take a break away from the depressing norm before insanity begins to grasp onto his unstable mind. Elves, cat women, hormonal teenagers, a dysfunctional high school office staff, and now a leprechaun as well - Wayward has never seen any of the aforementioned before he came to this… this twilight zone. If he were to tell any of his acquaintances now, they wouldn’t believe him. No one would. These were things he read in fantasy novels and definitely not the type of things anyone would expect in a high school.

And somehow, he did not realize this was actually Japan until just recently. What was he smoking before he arrived and took the job? Maybe this was a setup by a secret organization he once worked for. A big fat joke! Oh, how Wayward wished. But reality was a harsh companion. Dream land however was a favorable one and oh! How he wished he could retire back into his own bedroom and take comfort in his own futon.

Yes, a futon… because he finally accepted that he was in Japan.

Student Number of posts : 17 Registration date : 2009-03-08

Kyle nodded and took his leave of the registration office, again feeling that hint of annoyance from this man, and pinned the pass to his shirt.

He exited the office and looked about the hallway before him trying to get a feel for which way he should go. In his thoughts he remembered what the man said to him about things lurking in the hallways, which for him being from the states ment unruly students. He noticed some students passing by heading down a hallway and decided that following them at a safe distance to not appear like some sort of stalker.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Fri Mar 13, 2009 3:13 am

It was only a quick tap-tap of knuckles against the door frame leading into the main office room that preceded her entrance. Rin glanced about with midnight blue twin orbs, searching for signs of life and activity within the building's main office that would indicate she'd come at the right time on the right day. Of course, she could have just checked the slip of paper with printed text that told her to be here today and between such and such hours, but she resisted the urge to yet again double check, to be certain she'd not been mistaken on the date and time.

When not immediately prompted forward by anyone in particular, the young woman opted to take the few extra steps forward, putting her in front of what must have been the main desk. Her gaze continued to swivel around, drinking in the details of the room as she saw them and logging down the more peculiar sensations that overcame her; scents, details, lighting, and what not.

The young woman stood 5'5" tall, and had the slender, slightly athletic build of someone who took care of their own body. Back-length light chestnut brown hair framed delicate facial features and the curious look settled into said features. She dressed in simple clothing; a black tank top with red trim and a modestly cut opening at the neck covered by an unzipped light-weight hoodie of a deep and dark violet color, and a black pleated skirt about mid-thigh length that would have revealed healthy expanses of well toned legs, had they not been covered in black and white striped stockings. Her posture was casual, arms folded under her and leaned against the top of the desk as she was, weight shifted slightly to favor her left side, and the toe of her left foot tapping in an idle rhythm heard only in her own head.

"Hello?" she'd call out when no one presented themselves at first. "Anyone home?" A frown creased her brow, curiosity starting to fade away towards uncertainty. Maybe she'd come in at the wrong time? Or caught the staff on their lunch break? She contemplated the idea of wandering around a bit in search of whoever it was she needed to see, but thought better of it. No point in wandering around aimlessly when you've already found the main office.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Fri Mar 13, 2009 12:23 pm

The whole time the young lady entered to when she called out for someone to greet her, the VP had been behind one of the double doors. See, the man was getting ready to lock the office after seeing no one around and since he decided it was time for a smoke break, securing it before he left was something he had to do. With the key in the knob and a cig pursed in his lips, he watched the new arrival without a sound. A silent sigh left him as he slouched over slightly… and quickly, he sucked it up, stuffing his smoke back into his shirt pocket. Just one more (or so he hoped).

Soon those hollow steps from his polished black loafers followed behind Rin as Wayward circled around the front counter, slowly coming into her view while wondering if she was another visiting student or a new one. Their eyes met and that was when a demure smile spread on Franz’s lips. “I was behind you the whole time,” he informed her and cleared his lungs. “Welcome to HHS! I’m Franz Wayward, the vice principal of this… grand, grand high school… How may I help you?” All the while he waited for her to answer, his brown irises wandered down along her figure. She was athletic, he could see that, and when he glanced at her face again, he couldn’t help but find her vaguely familiar. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it. He thought he had seen her around before.

Fingers mussed through his silver hair as he tried to put his memory to work. It was beginning to bother him. “Hey. Have I seen you somewhere before? Have we ever met?” he asked her with a tone of curiosity, because it wasn’t a pick-up line he was trying to perform.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Sat Mar 14, 2009 2:58 am

It was the sound of steps behind her that caught her attention first, prompting her head to swivel around rapidly, a small look of surprise on her face. The raised brow and widened eyes faded slowly into confusion, a hand lifting to point a thumb over her shoulder in the general direction of the door behind her. "When did....where did you.." she started to stammer out, her tone slightly perplexed. Though she caught herself from finishing the question, as the man before her now spoke, telling her he was behind her the whole time.

Confusion gave way to a look that hovered between embarrassment and amusement, an impish grin settling in her lips accompanied by a meager attempt at a laugh. "Never mind. I must be slipping," she said. A moment later her composure was regained and the more pressing matter at hand came back into conversation. Rin slipped a hand into one of the pockets of her hoodie, fishing around for a moment before she produced her application form, neatly folded up to fit inside the pocket, and held it out for Mr. Wayward to take.

"Actually, I came to hand this in," she explained, waiting for him to take the form from her hand before she'd straighten her posture up and flash a cheerful, worry-free smile. "My family just moved here from Ikuno. We were so busy with the move that I forgot to send ahead applications for schools in the area, so I've been running around like crazy trying to catch up with everything else." Her arms lifted at her sides in the palms-up "oh well" sort of gesture. "I would have been here earlier, but this town is so huge compared to my home town! Seriously! I think I got turned around at least a dozen times just trying to find my way to the bus station, never mind trying to figure out which stop was mine and where to go from there."

"And then to get here and see an empty office! I thought I'd shown up too late. Wouldn't that have been a real mess?" She laughed at her own predicament....and then realized she was aimlessly rambling, and again her smile turned sheepish. "Er..but at least I found my way."

Thankfully, there was distraction to keep herself from rambling further, distraction in the form of a question. A gentle frown creased her brow, and her head tilted quizzically towards the vice principal. "Have we ever met? I don't think so." She shook her head slowly and shrugged. Her gaze, however, scanned the Vice Principal a little more thoroughly, took in his facial features and scanned through her memory for a familiar face from her past. When none presented itself, she simply shrugged and re-adopted her previous casual and cheerful demeanor. "Not unless you've visited Ikuno before, at least."

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:02 pm

The look on her face was priceless and as a result, Wayward flashed a sly grin in return. He wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘slipping’ however and guessed she meant she should have been aware of her surroundings. Upon accepting her application, he was glad it wasn’t deformed or covered in stains. So far, she appeared to be the only normal one out of the bunch today. “Ikuno, huh? …Never heard of the place,” he murmured while scanning the form. “And I know what you mean. I’ve been here for several months and I still don’t know my way around. Hell, I didn’t even realize this place was Ja—“ He quickly refrained from finishing the sentence just to save himself the embarrassment. Instead, he gave a forced, bright smile.

“Yeah… sorry about the office. Unfortunately, it’s always like this. My office is actually across from here but lately, this has been my main-stay more than anywhere else. Oh well… I’m glad you were able to make it at least!” With one last look at her application, he signed it off with approval, but there was something he took note of. “So it sounds like there is more than one school you’re applying for in the area, Miss Asu. Are you here to explore the campus before making a decision? Otherwise, I can just register you in since we’re not really big on qualifications.” It was true in a way. Practically anyone could become a student here. Even F-averaging thugs not knowing what it means to receive unconditional love from a family could get in. At the thought of that possibility, the VP quickly knocked on wood and he suddenly remembered the spitfire he had to let in today.

Franz fixed his eyes on her with knitted brows. “That’s odd… I swear I’ve seen you around before… even though I’ve never been to Ikuno. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me!” he replied with a laugh, reluctantly letting go of the matter. It was soon after that he felt a tickling sensation inside of his nostrils; it beckoned a monster to come rushing out. He turned away and let out a loud, echoing sneeze from the back of his lungs, one that pulled a few papers into the air. Wayward scrunched his nose and breathed in through it as he turned back to Rin, tilting his head with a puzzled look overtaking his countenance. “Hm. Someone must be talking about me.”

And he had a good guess at who that might just be.

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Mon Mar 16, 2009 7:26 am

Rin shrugged her shoulders once, a lop-sided grin gracing her lips for a moment. "I'm not really surprised," she responded. "Ikuno is in the middle of the Hyogo prefecture, lots of mountains out there, so it's pretty isolated." Talking about her home town was starting to hurt. She didn't show it, but she missed the small town, even though she'd only been gone for a handful of days at this point. A complete relocation was hard for anybody, she would be willing to wager her life on that. Friends, family, her old home. it was all left behind, and in a sense it felt like a part of herself was missing because of it.

However, she was fortunate, in that she had more than enough to look forward to in her new home, more than enough to keep her mind occupied. She seemed to perk up a bit when he spoke next, her grin blossoming into a smile. "Actually, I was intending to apply everywhere I could until I got accepted to a school. If you can accept me here and now, that'd be great!" She crossed her arms in front of herself and leaned them against the desk, resuming her previous relaxed posture. "Do I have to sign something?" Curiously she glanced at the desk and for any other sign of paperwork she'd need to complete.

Then he sneezed and a few papers went flying. Her arm snapped towards them, making an almost graceful arc through the air and snatching up those pieces of paper between fingers, stopping them before they could follow that lazy, yet ridiculously unpredictable path to the ground. She set the papers back down on the desk and grinned once more, this time it held hints of amusement. "Secret admirer?"

Subject: Re: ~New Registration March 2009~ Tue Mar 17, 2009 7:14 am

He was happy to hear that Rin was actually looking forward to be accepted; happy only because he didn't have to make another visitor pass and warn her about the dangers that lurked around and waited for her at every corner. She also didn't ask for a tour like the previous kid, so he didn't have to worry about her wandering around the campus and getting herself lost. Wayward probably didn't have to worry about her by the looks of it because after watching the display of her quick hands easily catching the free-falling papers that he summoned into the air, he had a feeling those reflexes weren't just a random occurrence. "Oh... you have really skilled hands," he sang with an amused smile.

The VP shuddered at the thought of him having a certain individual as a secret admirer. He quickly waved the idea off and snickered. "Secret admirer? Not a chance in hell," he replied and reached out for the second sheet in between the papers she retrieved for him, "More like someone waiting patiently for me to meet Death just so she can loot my grave. If she had developed a crush for me, I'd... I'd..." He would perform an exorcism on her... over and over again, even if she didn't have any demons inside of her (because she was already a demon herself).

He then turned the form he held to face her with a pen planted on top... along with the notebook he had shown the feisty cat earlier. "There's nothing else to sign. We just have to decide on your classes and clarify other little tidbits. Take your time to read about your class choices and know a bit about your future teachers. After you're done, go ahead and jot down the ones that you want... with the exception of Magic because unfortunately, there was a student that got here before you and she took the last remaining spot." Wayward guessed if this was a class she wanted, it'd be one of those regrets for getting lost and arriving late.

"Then there's the matter of housing. Will you be commuting to school or would you rather stay at the residential area we have on campus? I can't say much about the affordability of renting a room here but if you need help paying for it, HHS does offer jobs for students." Subtly pausing, he glanced at her to see if she was following along nicely. The vice principal didn't want to go too fast because sometimes, skipping from class choices to options pertaining to finances can be a big leap. It was then that it hit him, why she was so familiar! So it was true that there were at least one or two people out there in the world who looked identical to you. Franz could already see the uncanny resemblance Rin beared to this other student.

It was amusing and he spread his lips into a playful smile for it wasn't because 'the world was a small place,' but because this was quite a coincidence. Or would he call it inevitability? It was like meeting someone's long lost twin. What are the chances? Rare. Of course, this one in front of him had a tad more muscle.

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