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Post by Tzuki Saruko on Jun 24, 2010 13:56:41 GMT -5
How long had it been since her encounter? It felt like it happened a few seconds ago, but she knew that wasn't true. She had gone to her dorm, changed her clothes ince her cosplay was ruined and crawled to the gym where now lay in the bleachers eating a bag of potatoe chips.
Ugh, it had bitten too deep into her neck so she knew that there was going to be a painful bruise there for a while. But she couldn't go to the cult and tell them what happened. She didn't win so she couldn't gloat. But she didn't lose, but she had too much respect in herself to complain to them for help. No, but the mark would be hard to cover.
So when she was at her dorm she had grabbed her weapon, extra bullets and a strap to keep it attached to her thigh and bandaged. With the bandageds, she covered her neck, wrapped a bit around her leg and put a few bangades on her face. Sure, more than half of the bandages were unnessary, but it would be suspicious if the bandages were only on her neck. Her excuse would be that she spent her free peirod exploring the garden.
She was wearing a black skirt that reached her knees and a longsleeved, white collared shirt. She layed, hidden in the bleachers, stuffing her mouth with the salty chips. Damn, it too much blood from her. But as long as she was alive, she knew she'd get back at it. Something like that shouldn't be allowed to live.
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Post by Hikaru Yamada on Jun 25, 2010 16:37:04 GMT -5
Lazy day. Just that one phrase explained it all, which was the main reason Hikaru looked like a bum. She had finished all her laundry and managed to clean up her dorm, so she was free for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, there really wasn't anything to do. She was full for another week, so there was no reason to seek Araka out, and her poor attitude made her very unlikable. Lucia was no where to be found, and neither was Cheshire, so she had no one to pester. Usually it was a bad idea for Haru to be left to her own devices, as she tended to wreck havoc on the freshman she ran across, especially the human ones that were afraid of monsters.
Walking down the hall, she tugged the pant legs up on her sweat pants, then picked up her pace into a jog. She was hoping the gym was free today so she could practice shooting some hoops. In all honesty, she should be out on the track working on her distance sprints. There was a meet coming up soon, and she couldn't afford to burn out 100 meters into the race. Since Kaijuu was secluded from the rest of the world and had enough students, everyone that wanted to join track was divided up into 4 teams. No one was left out, and if a student fell behind in their training or studies, it cost them extra laps and track time, which no one wanted.
Hikaru happened to be involved in a lot of sports at school, since she had way too much free time on her hands: swim practice before class, basketball in the evening after dinner, track on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and soccer Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Practices were usually only an hour and a half, so there was still time for studying and homework. She really enjoyed it and didn't plan to slow down at any time.
Walking into the gym, she spotted a girl over on the bleachers. She looked injured, but Haru didn't really care. So, she grabbed a basketball off the rack by the door and dribbled over to the hoop on the opposite side of the gym. Taking one last look at the girl, she aimed and shot the ball into the air. Swish. She grabbed the ball as it bounced back at her and dribbled it some, jumped up and shot the ball. Swish.
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Post by Tzuki Saruko on Jun 30, 2010 10:38:18 GMT -5
Tzuki heard someone come into the gym. Personally, she expected it...In a sense. It was school after all and it wasn't like the gym was off limits when teachers were around. But the fact that she was in a pissy mood, she just didn't want anyone around at the moment. She clenched her teath and scowled.
After a moment or two, she relaxed her face and jaw. Her healing wouldn't go any faster if she decided that she didn't like it if other people in the place she was. Besides, she couldn't start any fights right now. Not in this state.
Finally, she turned around to see who was in the gym. Even though she didn't see the student's face, she saw the purple hair and instantly knew who it was: Hikaru. Hikaru was always hanging around Araka for some strange reson. The girl was an emo vampire. Tzuki shuddered. The word vampire did not sound right in her head anymore.
Tzuki sat up, crossed her arms and glared at the vampire. She fingered. The gun strapped to her right thigh. She didn't to be around any monsters right now. Not under she was feeling better. Standingup, she made her way to the gym's vending machine and bought oreos. She opened the bag and began to eat the cookies. Not her favorite, but she just needed some food to get back her lost blood.
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Post by Hikaru Yamada on Jun 30, 2010 12:21:41 GMT -5
Hikaru continued her workout, keeping the girl within her peripheral vision. It wouldn’t do to have a surprise attack sprung on her while she was turned away. Biting her lip, Haru counted the seconds it took to make a perfect shot. 4-5 seconds in all, depending on how fast the shooter was counting. The only sounds being made were the bouncing of the ball, and the slight, shallow breathing of the girl trying to hide in the bleachers. Haru had learned early on to hone the skills it would take to sneak around the school; the silent breathing, the light-footed landings, the near invisible presence through the halls.
On her fifth shot, she noticed the girl coming out of the bleachers and heading for the vending machines. She narrowed her eyes as she realized it was Tzuki, and Tzuki was injured. Maybe she could put a little scare in the girl., a little something to get her to back off. Even though Haru hung out with Araka, who was the biggest human hating person in the school, she had no prejudice against humans. In fact there were quite a few human boys that she would have loved to have a round in the sack with. The Kiensu Cult was very high on her hate list.
She grabbed the bouncing ball and held it under her arm. Turning abruptly with speed and grace only a vampire could have, she waltzed over to the older girl and stood silently as she bought her Oreos and began eating them. It was then that she noticed the various bandages on her body. “Why is it that you place bandages in areas that don’t need them?” And it was true; the only place that held the scent of blood was her neck. “Guess one of them finally got you, ne?”
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Post by Tzuki Saruko on Jul 6, 2010 15:13:40 GMT -5
Tzuki sighed as Hikaru followed her over to the vending machine, her hand almost going for her gun, but was stopped by the fact it took one hand to hold the cookies and another to eat them. She sighed, feeling annoyed and agitated. Why oh why did she have to be around another vampire?
She tried to ignore the vampires words, but it didn't work since what it said targeted something she needed to hide in order for self gain. So that she could hunt down that Daichi. Damn it...And she lost her cosplays too, so this was personal.
She leaned her head back in frustration. "Just shut up, vampire. Its none of your freaking bussiness," Tzuki hissed as she walked towards the bleachers.
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