Mr. Pet Play and Tears (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hijiwanwan) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
headshoulderbeesandtoes2015-09-24 04:11 pm
hijiwanwan) wrote in headshoulderbeesandtoes2015-09-24 04:11 pm
Wasurena Gakuen Mingle
So you finally enrolled into Wasurena Gakuen and you were accepted! Congratulations! It's a brand new year and the sun is shining... The birds are chirping... And wow, Souji is already getting in trouble? You can hear him being yelled at from across the hallways- Haha, anyway that's not important right now.
Mingle!!! Have fun!!! DO YOUR HOMEWORK!!!! DON'T GET DETENTION!!! DON'T DIE!!!!!!!!!
Rules:
1. Lmao u thought I was seriously gonna make rules
2. Okay but for reals, you don't even have to have a Wasunagu muse to post in this though it's literally just a school setting so.
3. Like u could literally do anything i dont give a fuck? You wanna be a student? hell yeah! A teacher? Nice! A nurse? Well, actually we might need more of those at this rate- well, anyway:
Scenarios! and by this I mean just places you can probably be at because I'm tired
- Classrooms: Chilling with classmates? Actually being a good student? Oh, it seems like the teacher isn't here, well what are you gonna do?
- Detention: What the FUCK DID YOU DO???
- Cafeteria: Woof woof wats for lunch
- Roof: because we're anime
- Outside??? Let's play sports maybe
- Nurse office: as long as you don't die you'll be okay. walk it off.
- Club meetings: self explanatory
- wild card??? wild card??? please rp
yamatonokami yasusada | touken ranbu | ota
[ Crossing his legs, the male leans back in his chair with a yawn that leaves from his lips. He isn't paying any mind to the lesson as he looks out the window, a bored look on his features as he can almost feel himself dozing off. He'll pay attention when he needs to but for right now, all he hears through his head is 'blah blah blah' playing on repeat. He has a lot to thank about at this moment but what catches his attention is the shattering of glass that makes his eyes widen.
Teacher hasn't appeared in the classroom yet and there's one boy sitting a few rows over with a cutesy look on his face. That's the face of War in which another student follows after, grabbing a book and throwing it towards the classroom's window and that breaking as well. It isn't long until another student that's next to Yamato decides to follow suit, picking up a book to throw but when he reaches over to grab it (he's grown tired of hearing glass shatter) another student takes a book and throws it directly at the classroom door and it nailing someone right in their face. Many people go silent and the book is finally taken out of the classmate's hand beside him but in the end.. it looks like Yamato was the one to throw a book and seems like he's ready to aim another. ]
....
[ He pauses. Slowly lowering his arm as he sets it on the table. ]
I can explain.. [ Shaggy Voice: It wasn't me. ]
→ CAFETERIA.
[ There's a smile on Yamato's face as he hums towards a table that has various bentos settled upon each and every spot. What makes this hard for him is the fact that there are people who owns each and every box but people have their own acquired taste. In his own is nothing but plain white rice because maybe he didn't love himself in the morning or maybe he wants people to pity him? In the end, it's all that Yamato knows how to make since he's been told that anything he fixes in general has too many spices or is just too strong. So for now by making plain white rice, he hopes he can do a few trades in. He eats a lot which is the hard part so maybe he'll be able to gain a few boxes and maybe different parts off of their own handmade lunch.
Leaning over someone's shoulder, he knocks shoulders with them just a bit to gain their attention. ]
Hey, do you think you could spare something off your lunch to the poor? [ He's only joking as he speaks about himself, showing his food which is only white rice. To be honest, maybe it would be better to push the rice over to make sure there isn't any curry hiding underneath it before you share. In all honesty, he waits for what the other may say before digging his chopsticks in their food anyway, taking a bite. ]
Mmm〜♪ That's good, can I have the rest?
→ CHATROOM.
[ Yamato's favorite part of the day, getting on the school's laptop and going under the username as OK1T4IZ#WAN but today, he feels a little different. Today he decides to change his username to UCTN87. It doesn't take that long to log into the school's anonymous server, no one knows who'd they meet on this site. As much as people change their usernames, it's the easiest way to meet up with people, grab dates or just be some weird online personal sugar daddy.
For now.
Yamato just wants to be who he truly is.
A MEME OF ALL MEMES ]
UCTN87 has now logged in.
UCTN87: Hi hi!
UCTN87: How is everyone doing today?
UCTN87: Did anyone think the weather was just lovely?
UCTN87: Did anyone fall in love today?
UCTN87: Most importantly, did anyone check out this years exzhibit?
UCTN87: It was lovely.. I went.. aaaa.. such beautiful pieces of art>
UCTN87: I took some pictures, I like this one best.
UCTN87: What do you think?
→ WILDCARD.
[ meet yamato anywhere you want i would have done them all but i tire I TIRE ]
cafeteria!!!
Here's a studious loser with her lunch set out before her. It's a nutritious lunch filled with rice, stacks of vegetables and meat, and is definitely on the generous side. Can she really eat that much? She sure can, don't judge.
However, she didn't expect (but was not surprised) but Yamato's sudden appearance and his swift inspection of her food. While showing that he only has rice, that is.]
I suppose you can have a bit. [She made plenty (for herself) after all! And she doesn't mind sharing with others. But she noticed that he was already going for it just as she answered him. How fast!
AND SELFISH.]
I will allow you more, but only if you owe me a favour.
[...Hang on. Hashtag opportunist? She could be joking though. Or is...she...]
no subject
[ When it comes to Yamato and food, he doesn't mind doing a lot for it so when he hears her request, he does want to know what it is. Yamato lives a hard life when he probably doesn't have curry hiding under that rice but he looks towards her with a small smile waiting for what it may be.
He isn't THAT selfish but this is food and he has a connection with it? Which can't be helped so he stares down at her food once more — his stomach growling as he makes sure not to drool or anything. ]
Do you need me to get you study notes? I know two people who have good notes so if you were sick last week, I can help you out with that.
[ Looking around the cafeteria for both Kashuu or Horikawa, he wonders if they would have them notes on them now unless this isn't what she wants. ]
no subject
[And a nod follows, watching as he seems to waiting for what she wanted. He's hungry, looking at her food, hoping she'll be generous and give to him. Well, she would, really, since she does have plenty to share, and it's nutritious as it is tasty! His stomach is already telling about the situation he is in.
At the same time, she's not going into details.] I do not need study notes. [She's pretty good with her own, because she is diligent, knowing that she has to work hard in order to succeed! But if she keeps this up, Yamato is going to be rather sad and pitiful, and she didn't want that either.]
I accept I.O.U's...as long as you promise me. [Don't worry, it will be a gentle request, once she figures it out. She's not that terrible, but she does have to keep going now the joke has gone too far. To seal the deal, she's already picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks and holding it out to him.]
Chatroom, also why
Did this person... Just send him a meme? Not bad. ]
Sanokochan: Heeeey
Sanokochan: LOL There's no exhibit this year
Sanokochan: ;) nice try tho
[ Well, you're talking to a student council member Yamato. He knows what's up. ]
Sanokochan: it's still funny i guess
Sanokochan: Were you trying to be funny? :o
ugh man
UTCN87: Not like that's such a bad thing.
UTCN87: Well, if you thought I was funny, maybe I am!
UTCN87: What about you, did you think I was funny? :o
UTCN87: You can tell me.
[ Well Yamato doesn't mind finding out how this person feels about his jokes! Just listen, he stalks Okita every day.. Yamato will use real information if he has to.
Anyway, who is this punk. WHO IS CRACKING SARCASTIC JOKES. What he trying to be funny hell. ]
UGH YAMATO
Sanokochan: well,
Sanokochan: I thought you were pretty funny
Sanokochan: but anyway
Sanokochan: shouldn't you be in class?
Sanokochan: are you skipping? :O
UGH SANO
UCTN87: ur gay
UCTN87: I'm glad you find me funny.
UCTN87: Am I skipping? Do you want me to be skipping?
UCTN87: I'm trying to be a good egg.
UCTN87: Are YOU skipping?
( classroom ) HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ♥ I'll probably say it on plurk, too, but either way, LMAO.
Akira was sporting a sore on the corner of his mouth, an indication of a physical altercation. His mood was foul. Being the recipient of detention when he had gotten roped into someone else's shenanigans was not the way he had wanted to start the day. On top of that, a textbook was applied directly to his face when he had opened the door to his classroom, and he held his breath as if trying to keep his temper from flaring. The impact caused a vast portion of his face to sting. However, it was thin and flimsy enough to allow the pain to vanish moments later.
Eventually, he sighed, audible for the rest of his classmates to hear, as he reached down for the book, almost prepared to aim it back to the offender's face. When Akira had caught sight of Yamato, he felt oddly receptive in hearing the explanation. After all, he was a familiar face, and he didn't particularly dislike him, either. To say that he was completely comfortable around the guy, however was something of a different story. Still, for what purpose did he have to toss a book at him, or anyone passing through.
His eyes scanned the classroom, and finally took note of the broken windows. What in God's name, T B H. ]
... Explain, then.
TAHNK YOU SO MUCH UGH IM LIEK 5 HOW DARE!!!! ugh holds your hands shares you my cake
There's always that feeling of him wanting to stay still in his presence because of the air that he carries. Though, he's also use to it enough he can speak without stumbling over his words like some people. The shorter of the two has no problem with taking a step forward when the book connected with him, there's a frown on his features as he is a little upset that the item had to hit him of all people. Glancing at the sore upon his face that brings Yamato to look down at the book in Akira's hands and then him once more, he decides to take it from his grasp and set it on the desk nearby.
Just in case he felt like throwing it if the explanation didn't satisfy him.
While everyone sits in their desks, cowering and hoping that Akira doesn't look their way — Yamato is the only one who shows concern but is quick to explain what had happened. ]
Well, you know how rowdy the classes get when the teacher isn't here to serve their purpose and watch over us.
[ It's kind of hard to cover for students he doesn't really care about at the moment, besides, when the class starts to get reckless like this — don't they all get detention? As much as Yamato wouldn't want it himself, it's best to calm the hell that comes before the storm. Raising a hand as he hooks a few fingers onto his scarf, he shakes his head and continues. ]
It was an accident, really..
You are so adorable, omg. I hope your birthday cake was one of your ultimate faves!!
Akira had noted that. The assumption that Yamato was responsible for the facial assault steadily dwindled, fingers pliant as the textbook slipped easily from his grasp. His eyes followed the collection of movement, and something like relieved surprise settled as the book remained stagnant upon a hard surface. Perhaps it wasn't naive of him to believe that Yamato was an uninvolved party, but somehow had gotten himself embroiled due to the nature of their classmates. There was a part of him that wanted to backtrack, skip class in order to further divorce himself from the situation. But, there was a lack of trust in their teacher's intelligence. After all, it would be leverage for their classmates to pinpoint the blame on him to avoid detention and further punishment, and his pride refused to give them that satisfaction. ]
Doesn't seem like an accident.
[ But, his words were directed to their seated classmates, eyes, prowling, in order to capture any hint of guilt. Even then, Akira couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary, mainly because the students were looking away from him, obscuring scrutiny. As if resigned, he finally allowed the classroom door to close, keeping the view of broken windows from lurking curiosity of passersby. ]
Didn't peg you as the type to want to throw books at people.
[ There was something light-hearted about his tone that was normally encompassed by assured indifference, as if inviting further explanation if Yamato had any more to offer. Akira made his way to an empty desk, conveniently behind Yamato's. Everything else was taken anyway. ]
UGH MY BDAY WAS REALLY GOOD I TOLD YOU THIS BUT IM HERE NOW i didnt get cake touches ground my cake
Yamato does follow right after him without any hesitation, perhaps people believe Yamato to be some sort of lapdog but it isn't like that at all. He holds a sort of kindness for those he value and the other is a friend to him, one could say close or not but there are many things the male would do for him. Once they're close to their desks, Yamato sets his knees in the seat of his chair to be faced towards Akira's direction.
Give him a few minutes to get his thoughts together as he laughs only a bit. He'd be surprised if the other didn't give him one more chance to explain, his elbow sat on the flat of his desk as he uses it to prop his chin up. There are various glances towards them both as the entire class seems to be curious, will Yamato get in trouble or not? Will he tell the truth or take the blame for another student? ]
How can I reassure you that I'm not the type? It's not really my forte to throw books at others.. let alone. [ Glancing at the window that now has a hole and he just can't wait to hear what the teacher may say about it. There's a part of him who doesn't want anyone to get in trouble but he's sure he can share this information with Akira but first, there's something else that troubles the male for just a bit. Leaving the conversation on who threw the book and who didn't, he looks at the bruise on the other's face. ]
But.. did you get into another fight? [ Yamato isn't the one to cause trouble but he will get riled up when people he holds affiliation with are done wrong. For now, he's calm as he asks but if there's a name that slips.. it'll be something that the male remembers. ]
I am hella tardy. Please forgive... ... ... Offers virtual cake... ...
He had always found it unusual. In a room filled with barbaric imbeciles, Yamato seemed oddly-placed. His demeanor was distinct against the flurry of wild happenstances, quiet in a way that often lured him from the surrounding cacophony of their classmates - his composure light-hearted, ostensibly ambiguous. It was relatively easy for him to accept Yamato's version of the truth, his back pressed against the cool surface of his seat, shoulders relaxing as his features softened in reluctant concurrence.
Akira followed his gaze towards the direction of the window, regarding them with apathy like he had already separated himself from those who were responsible for property damage. Fleetingly so, he began to wonder why their teacher had often left them unattended, knowing what they were all capable of. It seemed beyond negligent, like they were making an effort to avoid the inevitable for as long as they can manage.
Still, to be draw him into something that needn't involve him moments after his initial dilemma, he felt that his general annoyance, at this point, was justified. ]
... Yeah. [ The spoken syllable was steady, almost resolute in his agreement. He was a casualty of supposed bad luck, but even then, Akira knew better than to lash out at a neutral party. Besides, Yamato was practically the only one who made for pleasant company compared to the rest. Crossing his arms loosely across his stomach, he shifted his focus onto the top of his desk, his peripheral catching Yamato's elbow. ] It doesn't seem like you.
[ There wasn't much of an outward reaction after receiving Yamato's question. But, the ache on the corner of his mouth renewed as if encouraged by the mere notion of being acknowledged. Towards anyone else, body language, general countenance, would have illustrated the words, "None of your business", his stubborn silence a foothold for his unspoken statement. For Yamato, only a subtle frown as he immediately recalled the prelude of a nonsensical scuffle. ]
I wasn't the instigator. [ Akira never was. But, it seemed difficult for the majority to believe - until a random bystander ended up attesting to his testimony. The student body was belligerent, but the way the adults operated the workings of the school, he still found it appalling that this place was held in a seemingly high regard. ]
Harada Sanosuke | Wasurenagusa | OTA
[ Promptly sitting down at a table, there's a long look at the line as boredom spreads across Sano's features... Dang. Sano's tired? He's tired. He rests his cheek on his hand, waiting for an opportunity but it doesn't seem like it'll come soon. He should've brought food from home, maybe. Eh.
Finally, at a passerby he'll speak up. ] Hey, you.
You should go get me some food. [ A+ ]
❊Classroom
[ Well, since no teacher is here... No assignment... Nothing to do? ] Ugh... This is boring.
[ With his pen in his mouth he leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling in silence. There's a long pause, and he almost finds himself falling asleep- even his pen falls out of his mouth. Oops. Leaning over to pick it up, a brilliant idea comes to mind.
With that, he turns to nearest person and holds up his pen. ]
Want to see a cool trick?
❊Chatroom
Sanokochan: Hey.
Sanokochan: look at this dank meme
Sanokochan: http://i.imgur.com/9Rm0Zg3.gif
classroom. pls dont do this thing.
He clasps Sano's hand between his own.] Sano. I'm begging you- from the bottom of my heart. [He tries to sound earnest, but it comes out sounding desperate. He might actually start to cry.] Not here. Not today. I can't do another nickel.
heisuke ugh... why
Listen, that isn't gonna work. ]
Why.
You can't tell me what to do. Besides, it's really cool. Heisuke- let go of my hands.
[ Give him a chance? ]
because u cant be fucking trusted
Still... maybe this time his intentions really were innocent...]
...Fine.
[He releases Sano from his grasp, and waits for the regret to come for him.
Please. For the love of god. Don't do anything stupid.]