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Post by MAYU YUKIHIME on Feb 15, 2010 2:01:27 GMT -5
"A~CHOO!"
If there's one thing that she's certain, it's the fact that she is not too tolerable with the likes of dust and pollens as a groan was heard from the raven-haired lady. Roughly scratching her nose, the petite female gave another frustrated sigh as she wander around the garden in search of... actually, she's not really searching for anything, rather she was just loitering around and doing absolutely nothing but wander around the main entrance.
And maybe it's the bout of the cold winter morning, but nobody expect to know about that, right?
With sharp, blue eyes, the female watched other females walk by, a small frown escaped her lips as she adjust the scarf adorning on her neck. What's more unusual to her is that they were accompanied by males who, judging from what she have read about this school and probably from what she observe, are servants. In all honesty, she, herself, wonder why would the academy have that kind of system, but there's no complains about it.
What bothers her so is the lack of troublesome males in this academy. She seriously could use some work with her punches, really. And did we mention that, for some reason, she was carrying a bamboo sword with her?
"Aw, darn it," She mumbled out loud in a lax manner, one hand placed over her head and other holding a bag. "Why do I have to go through this?" Another sigh before looking around for anything interesting for her to do. For some reason, she find herself as an outsider considering that majority of these females are either highly refined and sophisticated; they seem to be more lady-like than this rogue female standing right now but, like stated before, no complaints on her side. "Well, might as well just do what I have to do." Another sobering sigh before resigning herself into heading to class with the usual routine of hers.
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Post by CELESTE TRISTA AURELIA on Feb 15, 2010 15:01:06 GMT -5
It wasn't like she was cold or anything. Of course not! How in the world could she, Celeste Aurelia, former idol and model (until she was forced to go to this irritating school), be cold? She had the hot-tempered blood of the mafia running through her veins. So why? Why was she shivering like a scared puppy that's about to get beaten? Aurie (Celeste was too long, nobody knew that her middle name was Trista, and Cel didn't sound cute enough) sighed, pulling her white jacket closer to her body. The brunette raised a disgusted eyebrow as she saw a Lady being pampered by her Butler. "Everything with them is just Lady, Lady, Butler, Butler. One day she's not gonna have a Butler, and let's see what happens then," she snarled under her breath.
This attitude was probably why Aurie did not yet have a Butler. Or, rather, she did not yet have a Butler that stayed. No matter how many times she told her father that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. After all, she was stronger than most of the big, bulky men in the mafia. She could handle a gun perfectly, a sword somewhat, and she had a job (aka modeling and singing) -- she wasn't a girl who needed to be babied. Sulking through the entrance in one of her frequent bad moods, she pulled her cordless microphone out of her bag. As she began twirling it in her hand, the teenager felt herself calming down. "One more year and I'll be out of this school," she muttered happily.
Being lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize that there was a girl that she was about to crash into until it was nearly too late. Finally pulling herself out of her brain and back onto Earth, she veered to the side, barely missing the girl. "Holy shi -- I'm sorry!" Celeste exclaimed, attempting to regain her balance. She looked at the other girl, raising an eyebrow at the bamboo sword she had. "Um ... if you don't mind me asking, why do you have that?" Cel gestured at the sword with her microphone. Cel would probably be late to her next class, but that would be fine. She wasn't a stickler for rules, anyway.
"Planning to beat someone with it?"
word count: 384
tags: maku yukihime, open
notes: I know the way I refer to Celeste is inconsistent, but she's just an inconsistent person. Celeste, Cel, Aurie are all her. -attempts to explain my twisted mind- it was a horrible post, and for that I apologize. blame my accursed cold. D<
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Post by MAYU YUKIHIME on Feb 15, 2010 19:55:48 GMT -5
Still looking around, the raven-haired female continued to walk towards the building, unmindful much of her surroundings as she stifled a yawn that was escaping her mouth. Unfortunately, being unaccustomed to female gestures, she let it go without covering her mouth, an obvious notation that she seriously is not used to acting like a female.
Sometimes, she wonder why in the world that woman entered her life and married her father, and made things complicated, not to mention send her here. Great, just great.
Just as she was about to return to her reverie, someone seem to nearly crash onto her as- thank you, kendo classes- she immediately took a side-step though she wobbled a bit for that matter.
"Eh~?"
The female only waved her hand in dismissal, claiming that there's no harm done, as she watched this older female with her blue optics before she spoke again.
"Wha-at?"
Looking to where the female gesture her microphone (why does she have that, the raven-haired female would never know, or care to know), she returned her gaze with a simple shrug as a small smile was seen from her face.
"Eh? Oh... oh, that!" She said, her free hand pointing to the bamboo sword she had. Beat someone with it? What is she talking about? Well, maybe half-true, but not really today, honestly. "What are you talking about?" She wasn't making fun or anything, albeit she was just as half-surprise about the exclamation, much. "I just got back from training and forgot to return this to the dorm." She explained calmly. "Though that idea seems not half-bad at all." She grinned in a friendly manner, scratching the back of her head.
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