Lazy Day [Open to Ashford Academy folks]

[Terry Benjamin Wilhelm]

Terry sat in the Student Council room, back to the door, balancing his chair on its hind legs. His shoeless feet rested on the table and a stereo in the corner of the room blared with spastic drums, wailing guitars, and vocals that were so throaty as to be nearly impossible to understand without having read the lyrics. An open book rested between his hands and every minute or so, he turned a page.

He had skipped class again today, thankful - and not for the first time - that the infamous Coach Viletta Nu was long dead and buried. As the stories about her told it, she had a penchant for chasing down truant students and Terry wasn't much of an athlete. All the same, there was no doubt in his mind that his teacher would give him an earful and then some when she was next given the chance.

The last time he had checked the clock, there was still an hour until the Student Council meeting. That had been, what, 60, 70 pages ago? For all he knew, it was about to start. Of course, such a small concern would never tear him from his reading. This time, the book was about a fantasy world in which dragons were used by nations as a form of aerial corps. The front cover was adorned with one such beast, a yellow dragon in flight that looked prepared to leap off the battered face of the book and take its place in the sky.

The song changed and he turned the stereo down with a remote that sat on the table, not once taking his eyes of the book, and supposing that he should probably be able to hear the door opening when the time came. It turned out to be a smart move because right as he had put the remote back on the table, the door swung open, hinges squeaking. "We really should get that fixed, you know?" he said without looking to see who it was.

[Ayame Li Britannia]

Ayame poked her head around a corner, looking quickly left to right. Yosh, Operation Skip Philosophy Class: SUCCESS! Ayame giggled maniacally. Ohohoho~ Was this ever turning out to be deliciously fun~ Week 2 at Ashford Academy was proving to rock major monkey butts. Seriously! Not only did she befriend this awesome Aussie teacher who had a sense of humor that only complete and utter nutjobs (ie her) could appreciate, BUT! she had also met dear ol’Jonny-kins! Which was a blast in itself. So here she was. Week numero duo of being a normal student. And, like all normal students, she was cutting class.

….heeeyyy, don’t be shaking your head at her! She was good! Really! For a whole week she went to every single one of her classes like a good student. But seriously: philosophy? Who wants to sit and hear about what some old guys from eons ago had to say about life? That’s we’re all screwed? Tell her something she didn’t know.

So she was cutting class. It was right before her lunch time, so she figured it wasn’t so bad. She thought of it as an extended lunch break. No harm in that, right? Climbing up a tree as best as she could in a (and here comes the gag) skirt, Ayame scanned the area looking for a potential hotspot. Hey, there was bound to be some other fellow hooky-players like herself! She couldn’t be the only one in this whole school. Just wasn’t physically possible.

Frowning slightly as no slacker came into view, Ayame slid back down so that she was sitting, legs outstretched on a branch. Nomming on a pocky stick, Ayame fished out the book she had snagged a week ago. She still couldn’t believe it. A book telling of the plans of the great leader Zero from 100 years ago. Most of the pages had suffered wear and tear by now, but some parts were still readable.

Sighing, Ayame placed the book delicately back into her bag and took out a panda printed notebook with matching pen. “Week 2 Day 1: Some guys from the football team shoved some kid’s face down the toilet, one girl flushed another girl’s lipstick because she apparently stole her boyfriend, teacher lost balance on her 6 inch hooker heels and fell down a staircase, economics was a blast but no one knows how to make a decent rum chocolate soufflé! And these girls! Such pansies when it comes to an oven! ‘Oh, I don’t wanna get burnt~ Kaji-kun, can you get it for me please~~~’ Ugh! It’s enough to make me dislike home ec class! Uh…where was I? Oh yea, normal school rocks, totally kicks super butt, love being here, baking you loads of cookies when I come home sensei, over and out. Ayame.” Ayame sighed as she closed the book. Her daily log. Sensei’s orders.

Deciding that chillaxing up here was not nearly as much fun as it should be, Ayame shoved her book back into her tattered messenger bag and hopped down from the tree before bolting off. Whilst doing the mad dash across campus, Ayame took note of a separate building next to the main one. Screeching to a halt, the third princess stared at it for a few seconds before a grin spread across her face. “Oh, why not?”

Figuring entering from the main doors was not the safest way to enter, Ayame crawled through an open window (thanking the gods for her pettiness). She stared up and down the hallway, Pon-Pon clutched to her chest.

….Now what? Ayame frowned slightly. Well, this wasn’t fun. Usually something should have gone off by now. By now, all alarms should be blaring and the royal brigade should be storming in! A pout graced her face, but was quickly replaced by a look of curiosity as music reached her ears. Not exactly Mozart, nor was it some Swedish people, but…it was music.

Turning on her heel, Ayame bopped towards the source of the sound. She stopped short in front of a door, the sign saying “Student Council Main Office.” Her head tilted to the side. “Student…Council?” slowly, a grin crept up the corners of her mouth. “Interesting~”

Opening the door open, Ayame felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound of the creeking. Aiieeeeeee how she hated creaking doors. Worse than nails on a chalkboard, in her opinion.

"We really should get that fixed, you know?"

Sitting with his back to her was some blondie-kun, feet propped up against the table, music blaring next to him, nose burried in book. Ayame tilted her head before skipping over and peering over the boy’s shoulder.

“Fantasy, eh? I’m a fan too. You should try Pratchette.” She turned her head and grinned cheekily.

“Yo.”

[rimy2]

[ you're late, my ass ]
"okay, so I woke up 2 hours late. The world isn't going to end."

Alice hated the morning, she was never a morning person, and she will never be a morning person. She blames her computer, the online chatting thing really gets to her and she doesn't sleep until she sees the light of morning. However, she didn't blame it on herself, it was the internet, blame everything on the internet like everyone has been since it was first invented - not her.

Alice had got up from the wrong side of her bed today, nothing was really working out for her and teachers scolding her for being late wasn't making her feel any better either, so that was the reason why she had excused herself to the bathroom to get out of that stupid good for nothing class and maybe hide out in the student council room. Or so that's what she had planned, she was far too tired to even walk all the way to the student council building, it was oh so far away. Alice was an energetic person but why wasn't she able to even take another step there? She felt like just sleeping on the grass that she was had spotted. It looked clean, yes, it wouldn't hurt sleeping there now, would it?

With that thought Alice dragged herself towards the grass and attempted to sit down but her conscious mind had come back before she had even placed her butt on the grass. Oh thank god it had stopped her, she was about to sit on something so disgusting, something that other people had walked on with their shoes over and over and over. What was she thinking? She needed something to wake her up, that was her next thought as she glanced over to see a fountain not far from her. Speed walking towards the fountain, Alice looked at her vague reflection. Oh that was sad, she had bags under her eyes, she looked like she was about to die and she looked like she was growing winkles. Ew.

Shaking her head from the terrifying thought of looking ugly Alice quickly put her hands in the fountain and splashed water at her face though her height was rather too tall for the water to reach her whole body, even if she had bent down a bit. She couldn't just get enough water, but that wasn't a problem, Alice just splashed out the water more, rougher, bigger water hit her face and her hair, even her neck. She had concluded that the upper part of her body was wet enough. Drying the water off her face by rubbing it against her sleeves, Alice turned away from the fountain, took a step to walk away but something stopped her, actually it happened in all of a sudden Alice wasn't even sure how she had landed in the fountain. She had slipped by the water that was on the ground of course, she figured that out when she looked down at the ground from her seat in the fountain. Oh wow, another quick bath.

Alice dragged herself out of the water, and she had approved that this day wasn't her day at all. Deciding that she should get to the student council building, dry her hair and maybe find some spare clothes Alice walked off, trying not to slip again.

Finally arriving at the student council building, Alice slammed the door open hearing the worst noise ever made in history. Her wet face stared at the door, "Oh if I wasn't freezing, I'd kill you" she threatened the poor thing and kicked it, then she stared at again, she wasn't satisfied with one kick, so she made another, a harder one that she could almost feel the door's pain. "pfft, that's what you get for making that stupid noise" As Alice finished her fight with the door, she turned to see two people right in front of her who may or may have not seen her do something sadistic to the door. Okay, so there was a big chance of them seeing her for the noise killed. Of course, she knew one of the two people, Terry, the blond kid she has never had the chance to hate - well not that much yet. He was kinder and well, he wasn't Alister.

"Okay, no one saw that" she said as she slammed the door closed, she then looked around the room, trying to find her needs. "so, are you two skipping or something? Because as a discipline officer, I am supposed to kick you two back to your class" Alice wasn't the kind of person to tell someone who was skipping to go back to their class, especially if she knew them because she also enjoyed skipping. But right now, she didn't want them in here, she had her own things to do, she needed them out. Alice quickly moved from once place to another, from one drawer to the next, trying to find a pair of spare clothes and oh, nice, nice drawer. Her perfect hair would be ruined if it stayed any longer wet with that dirty fountain water. Now she wanted to take another shower. Great.

[comment - D: it's faillll]

[Terry Benjamin Wilhelm]

“Fantasy, eh? I’m a fan too. You should try Pratchette.” Terry didn't recognize the voice from behind him. He didn't particularly care who she was. What she was doing was far more important and what she was doing was interrupting his enjoyment of the book. Nobody interrupted his reading. He turned to look over his shoulder and give a sarcastic, rude remark, but was stopped dead by the girl's smiling face being no more than a few inches from his own. "Yo."

Terry dogeared his page and closed the book, all anger lost. Every rule has its caveats,[/i] he thought. The one such condition for escaping his verbal wrath after disrupting his reading? Cute girls. And she certainly was that. Terry hoped desperately that she wouldn't turn out like almost the entirety of the attractive female population: unbelievably stupid. If her comment on his choice of reading was any indication, this girl was quite the opposite. "Hey. Pratchette, you said? I'll have to look 'em up."

Just as he was reaching one of his gloved hands for his customary handshake and introduction - nothing altogether spectacular, but it typically had an effect on people so used to such an impersonal world - when the door squealed open again. With the new girl dominating the vast majority of his vision, he couldn't see who it was, but he knew from the voice and what sounded like the liberal use of violence. "Pfft, that's what you get for making that stupid noise." Yep. It was Alice.

The door slammed shut and the latest arrival stalked through the room, looking like she had just been caught in a hurricane. "So, are you two skipping or something? Because as a discipline officer, I am supposed to kick you two back to your class." And here it came.

"Oh, come on, sis. You know I'm always early for meetings. Old Lady Brighton doesn't care," he said pragmatically. It was a lie, plain and simple. The truth of the matter was that Mrs. Brighton was one of the strictest teachers around. Terry just didn't care for her teaching style. Or that of any of the others, really. "Anyway, what happened to you? Pool party I wasn't invited to?" His lips were pulled into a familiar, amused grin.

[Ayame Li Britannia]

“Hey. Pratchette, you said? I'll have to look 'em up." Ayame bopped her head in agreement before hoisting herself up on the table so that she was sitting by Blondie-kun’s feet.
“Mmhmm, the witches are epic. Seriously. Granny Weatherwax is the shit. Oh, and Greebo’s fun too. Nothing beats a fat cat that likes to cl-

BANG

Ayame snapped her head to the front, Pon-Pon raised in flinging position. Was it a teacher, coming to yell at her for skipping class? Or worse…was it Sensei coming with her smiting stick ready to haul her ass back to the Pendragon. Her grip tightened. She wouldn’t go without a fight.
"So, are you two skipping or something?” Apparently not. Turns out door slammer was some pink haired chick. Who was apparently having a severe case of PMS. Ayame frowned slightly as she put Pon-Pon to the left of her and began to rummage through her messenger bag. Only one cure for PMS. Chocolate. And fortunately, Ayame always carried a healthy supply.

“Because as a discipline officer, I am supposed to kick you two back to your class" Ayame froze mid-search, her eyes slowly raising up. Kick her back, eh? Ayame felt her leg muscles tighten in preparation to bolt for it should it be necessary. Kick her back, she says? A grin crept up the corners of her mouth. ‘Bring it on, sweetums…bring it on.’

Just as Ayame leant forward, prepared to run for it, Male Blondie greeted Pink-san. "Oh, come on, sis. You know I'm always early for meetings…” Golden eyes snapped back to Male Blondie-kun. Ara? ‘Sis?’ As in ‘Onee-sama?’ As in ‘older sibling?’ Ayame sat back up, a look of pure confusion gracing her face. She look hard at Pink-san. Then down at Blondie-kun. Then back up to Pink-san.

“…They…don’t…look like siblings…’ She thought to herself, blinking twice. Well. Not that she could say anything. Ayame didn’t resemble ¾ of her siblings, Sylvie-neesama and Nia-neesama being the closest two. And even then there were differences.

Ayame titled her head as she stared at the interaction between these two apparent siblings. Well, they seemed like fun. The guy she knew was snazzy-he was a book worm like she. The girl? Ayame would forgive the pink hair. Girl looked like she had spunk in her. Spunk generally equaled awesome flytackle football player. And so far, neither one of them recognized her! Either that, or they just chose not to say anything-which, if it was the case, made them saints in her eyes. The third princess nodded to herself. Yosh! These people were snazzy.

She smiled widely over to Pink-san. “Yo. Name’s Ayame. I’m kinda sorta new here, and I reeealllyy did not wanna sit through another hour of teachers telling me that I’m screwed for life. So, I was roaming the grounds, heard some funky music, crawled through the open window out there and ended up meeting Blondie-kun over here and yea…then you, Pink-san, popped in. You guys siblings or something?” She tossed Pink-san a bag of cookies. “You look like you could use some chocolate. They’re choco-fudge.” She tossed Blondie-kun a bag as well. Hey, sharing is caring (right?). She grabbed Pon-Pon and placed him back on her lap, her chin resting on its head.

“Sooo…what’s shaking?”

[tace]

'' So I hear you're the new Student Council Vice President.... ''

'' Yes I am. ''

'' When did this happen? ''

'' Two weeks ago. ''

'' Oh- I see... ''

'' I'll be going now. ''

'' Have a good day at school.

Did every morning have to be this awkward? Sure the man was trying to act like a father figure, but mandatory breakfast together everyday? That was ridiculous! Especially when the man didn't hear half of what he said. Still, it wasn't like he could refuse. His 'father' or rather the man he lived with was a powerful man. He could use him for supplies, especially his power company. As far as everyone in Britannia was concerned, Tacey was the heir to the largest none royal power company. He wanted to keep it that way. To more power he was connected to the least likely anyone was to connect his after school activities to him. As soon as the man sitting across from him left, he stood up and left the house too.

School was the usual. Boring. He would sit in the classes staring as the teacher spoke about the mighty conquests of the Britannia Empire. '' Teacher is a overconfident toolbox... Seems to believe Britannia is god, if he exists, if he was a nation.. Does that make the Royal family his white blood cells or excretion from his penis? '' he thought as he stared dully ahead in the history class he so gleefully took. When the bell rung he happily stood up and left. He had one more class until the Student Council meeting began. He could skip, he should skip, but he wouldn't. He had to put up the act of perfection. That's right, build up the goodness so you can do bad things later.

The next class was economics, something he loathed. His care taker had forced him to take it.. But now that he thought about it. Boys usually skipped this class anyways. It wouldn't be too much of a big deal. So half way to the class he talked himself out of attending it. He pivoted off his left foot in a maneuver that belonged in the military and walked in the opposite direction of the class. Tacey might as well go to the Student Council Building. It wasn't like he had anything else to do, and chances of getting caught there were lowered greatly. " And no one should be there so I can work on my next bombing... " he thought with a gleeful grin as he walked down the halls of the school.

The squeaky door to the Council opened as the small blond entered and stood in the doorway. " Drat.. People.. I can't work and their all a good five inches taller than me..." Tacey stood there, stared at the people in the room and at the door. He chose the lesser of two evils and reached into his book bag and pulled out a screw driver. He always carried one with him, along with some explosive parts. They were neatly tucked in a hidden area on the bottom of his bag. He looked to the door and knelt down to the bottom hinge. He tightened it quickly, and stood up. The screw driver quickly went back into the bag and he turned towards the lot in the room.

" I am shocked to see that the majority of the Student Council seem to be delinquents who skip! " he began, quickly ignoring the fact that he too was skipping. He looked at the pink haired girl, he didn't know her personally. But he did know she was a Discipline officer. She was also soaking wet. He sighed. '' There should be some old rooms in the back with showers and there might still be uniforms in the rooms from when they use to occupy this building.. '' he told her, '' Please go change before you end up catching Pneumonia and getting the Student Council in trouble."

His next victim was the other girl. He did know her, but not from any of the classes. She was a princess. Now he couldn't remember when he saw her.. It could have been at one of those parties his father made him go over seas for in Mainland Britannia or maybe in the news. He put on a bitter sweet smile as he sugar coated his voice, attempting to hide his obvious disgust. " Ah hello there, are you looking for a position on the Student Council? " he asked as he looked at her. The Britannia royalty were all spoiled and annoying, he doubted this one would be much different. However the fact that she was even in this school made him curious.

[rimy2]

[ sparkle]
"cookies changes the world."

Clothes, dryer, towel was the thing she needed the most right now and non of them were to be found. Mhm, food wouldn't be bad either, actually some cookies would do her good right now - or anything really, well but cupcakes, she had seen enough of those and wouldn't want to eat it even if she was about to die. She'd rather die beautifully then have a cupcake in her mouth or stomach. Her eyes were all over the room, surely there has to be something around here that she could use.

"Oh, come on, sis. You know I'm always early for meetings. Old Lady Brighton doesn't care,"

Alice raised her eyebrow at Terry. Lies, lies, lies was the first thing that came to her mind. She hadn't been a student of Old Lady Brighton yet but she has been in the same room as her and the woman almost killed her. She was a murderer, and it was just because her uniform wasn't on right and her skirt was a bit shorter than others. It wasn't Alice's fault really, well this one wasn't, she actually didn't mind the school's uniform, it was cute looking and all. But Alice was tall, taller than average - it wasn't her fault that she was born to become a model one day and she and even eaten and trained to become one when she was young so her skirts were always a bit shorter than the other students. This was definitely not her fault yet, that old lady kept complaining and whining. Alice knew that she would never let anyone skip her class, just by the look of her ugly old face, she knew. "Ohh yea, right. Suuure, she doesn't care" her words and face were stamped by a big bold letter called 'sarcasm'. She was still not facing the two, it was boldly rude but she couldn't help it, she didn't want anyone else to see in this wet condition. Geez, she could just imagine if Alister saw her in her current condition, he wouldn't stop going on and going and on about her appearance. Oh how she hates him, how she hates his whole body and mind to her core.

"Anyway, what happened to you? Pool party I wasn't invited to?"

Alice glared at the comment and the boy who asked her the question. Pool party. Terry and his jokes, or whatever it is called. She didn't really say anything, there were so many comments she could comeback with but she didn't. Why? Because she liked to be pretty when she was arguing, she liked to be pretty if she is doing anything, even when she sleeps she has to be pretty and right now, she did not find herself pretty. "very funny," she said, she just couldn't keep her mouth shut though, she just had to say something back or it'll be like giving up on her life, "I'll give you a special pool party of your own when this is over. You and me at the fountain, what do you say?" she said, giving him a 'proceed with caution' look, smirking the evilest smirk she has made in days. Yes, that sadistic smirk - don't you just love them?

Alice blinked as the girl started to introduce herself, for a minute or two, Alice had forgot there was someone else in the room. Alice looked at her carefully now, she looked alright, sure she didn't seem awesome in the skirt, she looked more like a tomboy? Alice never was one, and she never really wanted to be one. Sure, not caring about what they look like, what they wear, how much dirt there is on their body could be fun, but it wasn't just Alice. Maybe she'll be, in her next life or something when she is not as fabulous as she thinks she is now. Alice caught the bag of cookies that were tossed by the girl as fast as she could. Alice felt like she was almost in heaven, cookies. Oh yes...cookies. Alice unwrapped the bag and took a piece of cookie out and then bit a small part of it. "yummmm~~" the pinklette commented as she felt like she was sparkling all over the place. Cookies changes people, for Alice it sometimes completely changes her when she has awesome cookies and these were qualified as awesome cookies. She anger had almost disappeared when she took a bite in one of those cookies, she started nibbling on the previous one. Slowly, step by step, crumble by crumble. She didn't want to waste anything and she didn't want it go in too fast for she won't get to harvest the taste long enough. It had to be eaten just right.

As soon as she had finished on her first cookie, she wrapped the bag again, saving the rest for later, when she is alone so that she wouldn't freak out the other people around her - which she may have just. "ahem" she coughed, trying to go back to her previous position instead of being a little girl who had just got her first cookie. "nice to meet you Ayame, you can call me Alice. That person over there is Terry, and he is not my brother - not literally, if he was he wouldn't be here right now. He'd be at my house ironing my clothes." Alice said, trying to place the last part as a joke for it really wasn't. If Alice ever had a sibling she would literally make them her slave. She always wanted a personal slave.

Before Alice could answer the last question of the girl, someone had came in. The stupid door made it noise once again, she felt her cookies disappear and her bad mood regaining. She was about to murder that door, murder it, then bury it under a stripper's club or something - yea, anger issues. As she turned around to do as she had planned, the door was being fixed. Alice raised another eyebrow. The door was safe - for now, at least. Even if it was fixed it didn't mean that she wouldn't be coming in here at night and stabbing it before the next day. The boy who was fixing the door was someone she did not know of, not exactly. There were too many blonds in the school, stupid britannias and their obvious hair color. Wait, wasn't she one too? Yes, but she didn't have the blond hair, she had pink, plus she was never sure if she was a full britannian due to her mother. She always took it in that she wasn't, it was much cooler being a half anyways.

" I am shocked to see that the majority of the Student Council seem to be delinquents who skip! "

Alice looked at him, she just stared for a while, "and I am guessing you aren't skipping? Freshman?" He was short - so that was her first guess unless he was a senior with that height. But wouldn't that be cute? A senior with such a short height - adorable really. Like a shota-con.

'' There should be some old rooms in the back with showers and there might still be uniforms in the rooms from when they use to occupy this building.. Please go change before you end up catching Pneumonia and getting the Student Council in trouble."

Alice blinked. How come he knows all about the student council? Blinking again her face turned towards Terry, her confused face asking if he knew anything about the boy that stood before them. But, her confusion didn't end - oh no, it just started.

" Ah hello there, are you looking for a position on the Student Council? "

Alice continued her confusion blinks, who was he and why was he asking someone to be in the student council? She turned to Terry again, mouthing the words - "who is this shorty?" pointing at him slightly, only letting Terry notice her points and questions of course.


[comment - XD totally late and I am sooo sorry for the overload of words. ]

[Terry Benjamin Wilhelm]

Terry looked away from Alice, still grinning, to the new girl. She was lost, and he could guess why: Terry and Alice weren't related and looked nothing alike, and yet he called her "sis." It was common for people to be confused by that little quirk of his. He figured that now wasn't the time to be explaining the situation.

“Yo. Name’s Ayame. I’m kinda sorta new here, and I reeealllyy did not wanna sit through another hour of teachers telling me that I’m screwed for life. So, I was roaming the grounds, heard some funky music, crawled through the open window out there and ended up meeting Blondie-kun over here and yea…then you, Pink-san, popped in. You guys siblings or something? You look like you could use some chocolate. They’re choco-fudge. So what's shaking?” The girl had tossed a package of sweets to Alice and one to him.

A series of thoughts went through his mind in quick succession, several of which he voiced. "Certainly can't blame you for not sitting through the teacher's borderline-propaganda bull crap, Ayame. I'm Terry, by the way," he took his feet off the table and let the chair drop to the floor with a dull thud and resumed his attempt at a handshake. "First time my music choice has ever been described as 'funky'. I have to admit that it's an interesting change of pace. Thanks for the chocolate. And at the moment, it appears as though a whole lot of nothing is going on except a few kids decided to avoid the irritation that is class," he finished, a little winded, unused to saying so much all at once.

"Very funny. I'll give you a special pool party of your own when this is over. You and me at the fountain, what do you say?" His attention shifted back to Alice, smirk widening. His fun was always made better when people played along.

"That sounds wonderful. I'll have to stop by the Swim Club and commandeer a swimsuit first, though."

He watched as Alice carefully chewed her way through one cookie and closed the bag, presumably saving the rest for later. "Nice to meet you Ayame, you can call me Alice. That person over there is Terry, and he is not my brother - not literally, if he was he wouldn't be here right now. He'd be at my house ironing my clothes."

Terry's hands shot to his chest, right over his heart. "Oh, sis; you've wounded me!" he said in a voice full of mock pain and his face twisted to match.

The door creaked open a third time and Terry looked over his shoulder, false-pained face replaced with one of curiosity. The kid was short. He didn't look any older than 12 or 13 to Terry. So what's he doing here?[/i] he thought, confused and a little disappointed that the kid was fixing the door. The squeal that the hinges made gave it character - something that he felt was severely lacking in the school. He ignored what the kid said and turned back to Alice.

She was giving him a questioning look and mouthing "who is this shorty?" at him. Terry shrugged and gave her a look that said "how the hell should I know?"

"You're in the wrong place, kid," he called over his shoulder at the newcomer, deciding to take care of the problem as quickly as he could. "Middle school clubs meet on the other side of campus. Funny-looking building with itty-bitty toilets - I suppose they're perfect for someone of your stature, though, has a really big sign in front that says 'Middle School Club House'." His voice was filled with a tone that effectively indicated that Terry believed that the kid wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed and had no business in the Student Council room.

[shana]

'Shakugan no Shana' sat in her geometry class ignoring the teacher entirely. She had read multiple books on geometry and this teacher was wrong on so many levels. She bit her lip however, as the last time she proved a teacher to be wrong, she wound up standing in the hall holding a bucket of water for over an hour. She would not make that mistake again.

The teacher turned away from his chalkboard and faced the class. He sat down the book he held as he appeared to have remembered something. "Ah, I nearly forgot," he said as he reached into a drawer and pulled out a large stack of manila folders. "Could I get a volunteer to take these to the student council office in the other building?"

Naturally, no one intended to volunteer. Shana slowly raised her hand into the air indicating that she would volunteer for the task. It would be far more entertaining than listen to this idiot prattle on about things he clearly didn't comprehend. Said idiot teacher thanked her. The rather short girl walked to the front of the class and picked up the stack of folders. She appeared to be struggling with them somewhat as the stack was large enough to effectively block her sight.

"Would someone like to help her?" the teacher asked.

"I do not need help," she responded coldly.

Shana skillfully opened the door and began her trek to the student council building. She purposely dragged her feet. The more time spent delivering the items, the more time she got to spend away from the idiot teacher. It didn't take long for her to reach the building. Upon entering, she tried her best to look around to locate the office. She quickly spotted a sign that read 'Student Council Office' and slowly approached the room.

Standing before the door, the second year student raised her leg and brutally kicked the door open. When she lowered her leg, her balance was thrown off and she went stumbling into the room. Unfortunately for her she crashed into someone that was standing close to the door. As she fell back, all the folders she was holding onto scattered all around her.

"Itai," she grunted out when her backside collided with the hard floor.

Her right hand flew up to check and make sure that her long black wig was still there. She sighed relieved that it was. Fiery red eyes scanned the room and saw the rest of the people in there, obviously skipping. Don't speak, she thought. If you remain silent, then you won't be forced to interact with them.

Shana looked at the blond haired short boy she had bumped into. Well, he wasn't short per say compared to her as they looked to be the same height, but he was rather short compared to everyone else in the room. Against her better judgment, she decided to apologize to the boy.

"Sorry," she mumbled out as she sat up.

[Ayame Li Britannia]

"Certainly can't blame you for not sitting through the teacher's borderline-propaganda bull crap, Ayame. I'm Terry, by the way.” Ayame rolled her eyes downward to Male Blondie-kun, and an eyebrow quirked up. ‘Did he say his name was…Terry?’ “Thanks for the chocolate. And at the moment, it appears as though a whole lot of nothing is going on except a few kids decided to avoid the irritation that is class.” Ayame ‘mm’ed in agreement, her thoughts elsewhere. This dude…his name was Terry, wasn’t it? If so, then this just means that this guy was snazzier than originally perceived! To be called ‘Terry,’ the same name as her favorite author of all time-Terry Prachette! Stars filled Ayame’s eyes as she took hold of the boy’s hand and shook it vigorously, tears threatening to spill. A Terry! A bonafide, breathing Terry!

She could die of happiness~


The sound of someone being in heaven caused Ayame to turn her attention from Terry over to the right. Pride swelled up in the young spazz as Pink-san (apparently) fell in love with her cookies. Well, of course they would be amazing! She made them herself-it was only natural that they would taste oh so divine~ A grin crept up the corners of her mouth. No matter how many times she was complimented, Ayame always felt that little warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Made her happy to know others were happy. “Nice to meet you Ayame, you can call me Alice. That person over there is Terry, and he is not my brother - not literally, if he was he wouldn't be here right now. He'd be at my house ironing my clothes.” Ayame blinked twice, head tilting to the right.

…personal…slave?

“Yo…” She greeted, hands still clutching Terry’s. Ah well. Girl liked her cookies. Anyone who liked Ayame’s cookies meant they had awesome taste. Peeps with awesome taste were snazzy. Therefore, Alice-chan was snazzy. Ayame nodded to herself. Yosh! Girl was snazzy. Uh huh, snazzalicious complete with a side of Pocky. Ooo Pockkyyy….wants Pockyyy…she was sure she had a box somewhere in here…

Suddenly dropping Terry’s hands, Ayame began to rummage through her tattered messenger bag, muttering incoherent words until-
“Ah-HA!” Ayame grinned victoriously to herself as she pulled out a box of her beloved chocolate sticks, promptly popping one into her mouth. Oo…Pockkkyyy~~~

As the two not-related-by-blood-siblings battled it out, a third person entered the room.
" I am shocked to see that the majority of the Student Council seem to be delinquents who skip! " Immediately Ayame’s nose crinkled slightly. Delinquents? Well, that was just a little harsh, now wasn’t it? Sure Ayame herself wasn’t exactly the type to sit down and write notes, but that didn’t mean she was some druggie either! On the contrary, Ayame had a reputation for being one of the brighter ones of the royal family. It was only due to her spazzstic and the fear that flytackle football would become an official sport that prevented her from being governor.
Ayame nommed on her Pocky stick, golden eyes staring straight at the newbie. Short and blonde and…short. Ayame felt a pang of sympathy. A fellow shrimp! Poor guy was probably mistaken for some freshie all the time (she guessed from his snarky comment that this kid wasn’t a first year)…

"You're in the wrong place, kid, "Middle school clubs meet on the other side of campus. Funny-looking building with itty-bitty toilets - I suppose they're perfect for someone of your stature, though, has a really big sign in front that says 'Middle School Club House'." Ayame’s eyes rolled down over to Terry and she delivered a swift bonk to the head.
“Be nice.” She scolded simply. Hey, shortcakes had to stick together, didn’t they?
"and I am guessing you aren't skipping? Freshman?" Yup. People always misunderstood the short people. Ayame nodded sadly to herself. Yes, she knew the woes of those who carried the shrimp gene. Standing proudly at a solid 5’ herself, Ayame knew what it was like to have to wear 6’’ heels in order to meet your other sibling’s height. “Ah hello there, are you looking for a position on the Student Council?”
“Eh?” Fellow Shrimp-san’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She blinked twice at him, the question, and the overall tone for that matter, throwing her off. In the time that she had been here, not one person seemed to recognize her as a royal. If they did, they hadn’t bothered with the formalities. Everyone so far had been treating her normally…like she was a normal fellow student. It made her happy. But this kid…his tone…she would recognize it anywhere. It was the triple-sugar-coated-can-give-you-diabetes-I-wanna-get-on-your-good-side tone. The tone reserved for royality. The tone that set her a distance from others.

A sad smile fell on her face for a brief moment, but was quickly replaced with a cheery one. No, she musn’t let this one thing ruin her fun. Just act like normal, and people are bound to accept it. Or so she always thought. “Student Council, eh? Sounds interesting.” She had heard from Sensei that schools had these institutions called the “Student Council.” Basically, from what she understood, a select group of students represented the entire student body and kinda geared the school to be more student-friendly. They were in charge of all the crazy crap that happened, apparently, with Ashford’s line of Student Council Presidents having a legacy of being the most flamboyant. That reminded her of that history book she read way back when…of Milly Ashford. Granddaughter of the guy who founded this place, and quite possibly the most well-known out of all the Presidents. From all the crazy Festivals to the sheer mayhem she caused, Ayame saw Milly as a figure in history who should be admired.

‘…festivals, huh?’ A slow grin crept up the corners of her mouth and she took another bite of her Pocky. “Student Council, eh…meaning the group in charge of all the crazy stuff that happens here, right? Yosh! I, Ayame, am self-declaring myself President of this shebang!” She clapped her hands in delight before hugging Pon-Pon, her feet dangling loosely like a child. She quickly glanced around the room as a sudden thought struck her. “That is, granted there isn’t a current one?” While Ayame was by nature a competitive freak, she was not the type to boot people out of their spots just because she wanted to have fun. Instead, she would pull a Kyoua and be the one pulling the strings from the shadows.

The sound of the door opening followed by someone falling and the rustling of papers caught Ayame’s ears. Aha! Another visitor! Oh was she ever glad she decided to crawl through the window here…

Turns out visitor numero 4 was some raven haired chick. Ayame hopped down from her spot at the desk , taking Pon-Pon with her, and skipped over to the girl, bending down to help her pick up the scattered envelopes. Holding them out to her, Ayame offered the new girl her trademark wide grin. “Hiya, here you go.” She shoved Pon-Pon into the girl’s free arm while she dug into her messenger bag. “That’s Pon-Pon, by the way. Name’s Ayame. Here ya go.” She held out a small pouch of cookies.

“Have a cookie.”

_{OOC: ok, since Tacey's color is the same as Ayame, I'm just putting him in lightblue so there's no confuzzlement. Feel free to do the same with your post and make Ayame's words lightblue, Tacey.}

[Touya Sakamoto]

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Terry Wilhelm: (1366 Words, Normal RP) - 147 EXP, 147 Credits [+10]
Ayame Li Britannia: (2609 Words, Normal RP) - 271 EXP, 271 Credits [+10]
Alice Aphrodite: (2202 Words, Normal RP) - 231 EXP, 231 Credits [+10]
Tacey Fuwa: (801 Words, Normal RP) - 81 EXP, 81 Credits [0]
Shana Yukari: (499 Words, Normal RP) - 50 EXP, 50 Credits [0]

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