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Post by Mariko Nakazawa on Jan 26, 2016 0:18:36 GMT -5
[/font] She hadn't even been part of the stupid bet to begin with, she just had the worst timing in the history of ever. All the knew was that she had walked into the after school club room that the Funabashi sisters has been known to frequent, and because she really didn't want to come off as rude or cold to those who she liked to think were her friends, had hesitantly allowed the baker and the violinist to talk herself as being leverage in some bet they had made against some of the boys of another class. "It was a sure thing." they had assured her to calm her nerves. "There was no way they could lose."Well, apparently when you make a bet against someone who's known as the SHSL Pool Shark, you lose more often than you'd think. And suddenly the three of them found themselves losers. If looks could kill, at that moment Hope's Peak would have found a dead baker and a dead violinist on their grounds AND why the fuck was she the only one here? Thats what really made her mad. Shina and Sadako had been right there with her when the punishments had been decided on, and yet somehow, mysteriously the two had caught a bug and so it was only Mariko, face burning so red you might have thought she had a sunburn who found herself in a black and white dress, a large red bow pinned to her lapel. It seemed that there were quite a few people here who had a thing for maids, and Mariko was too much of an idiot to feign sickness with her other friends, and had taken them on blind faith that they would be here to suffer alongside her. Silly Mariko. As she stood outside the assigned clubroom and as passer-by's paused to ogle a good looking girl being forced to help out with and just in general embarrass herself for reasons almost nobody else knew, Mariko could only thank the stars above that if nothing else, she had yet to run into anyone she knew, anf if this could keep up for the next few hours until time ran out, that would be just awesome. please oh please oh please. [/ul]
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Post by Taro Yamada on Jan 26, 2016 0:25:40 GMT -5
Taro walked by Mariko, gave her a glance, then left.
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Post by Alexander Root on Jan 26, 2016 1:07:59 GMT -5
[googlefont="Berkshire Swash"] Science is the Poetry of Reality It was an unfortunate consequence that in order to get the unlimited and unrestricted funding that Hope's Peak offered to the young Noble Prize winner, he had to attend class. Of course, he wouldn't admit it, but he learned interesting things, not in science of course, but in the finer classes, the ones he really wished he could have some sort of talent in, the art classes, the English classes… the theater classes. Alas, his talent was science. And not anything that his father could be proud of. Ha. Go him.
However, he taking a slightly different path today to his class, seeing if the traffic in the hall would provide a faster and more effective route as opposed to the shorter in length route he usually took. Of course, this route would pass into a hall he used to frequent the year earlier where most of the classes were for last year's classes (and maybe he could give a grumpy sort of nod to his favorite teachers as he passed by, because god forbid he actually like any of the teachers). Of course the hall was littered with club rooms of all sorts, but he never really went to those. He preferred his own private research and rather work alone than with anyone.
So here he was, walking down the hall, a notebook in hand, and a pencil in the other, just in case something happened which he needed to write a note down for when he stopped mid-step and stared down the hall not too far in front of him. His notebook hit the ground and his pencil clattered, and his mouth fell slightly open. His foot lowered to the ground and he stared a little dumbstruck at the sight.
Oh god. Maybe he wasn't such an asshole, the God that his dad so dearly loved. In front of him, standing at one of the doors was Mariko. Of course, if this were a normal day, he'd walk on, and actually say hello as he passed, but… Oh god. She was wearing… why was she wearing… Root swallowed hard and he lowered himself to the ground to pick up his notebook and pencil without taking his eyes off of Mariko. He groped around for a moment before his hand found his pencil and he flipped his notebook to a random page towards the back and wrote in big letters across the page. MARIKO MAID.
Calm down. Collect yourself. BUT HOW COULD HE? Calm down. Don't let anything… show. Root took a deep breath and slowly walked up to where Mariko was standing. "Hi… Mariko." He tried to avoid looking down at the outfit while he was next to her. Well, he knew what his next art project would be modeled after… well… if he could ever actually draw, even though he sucked at it. "Er, uh, wh-what are you doing here?" No, no it was supposed to be 'how you doing' but smooth, smooth Root. He always knew how to charm the girls.
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Post by Mariko Nakazawa on Jan 26, 2016 18:18:49 GMT -5
[/i] Oh, no. Nonononononono, this wasn't fair. Freezing in place at the tone of someone who sounded like they didn't really know what to say, Mariko finally shifted her green eyes over in the direction of the person who had spoken to her, and once her worse fears were realized it took all she had to not fall to the ground and curl up into a ball until sweet death took her away. Of course, of fucking course of all people it would have to be him who saw her in this state. Alexander Root, why was he even down this way?~ He was in the fourth year, she had really been banking on the hope that he'd never actually come down by all third year classrooms. Pivoting on her heels, Mariko's face isn't sure if it wants to drain itself of color or burn bright beet red and seemed to be doing fifty percent of each by the time she finally stammers out a response to his greeting "M-m-m-mister Root. What...What are...Why are..." Oh god, she was so flustered she couldn't even complete a sentence before moving on to the next one. Blushing finally winning out over draining of color completely, Mariko's face is colored an all too familiar tint of red as she looked at anything and everything except the boy as he stammered out a question of his own, obviously caught off guard at what he was seeing. Aww, she could just die."Er, uh, wh-what are you doing here?Now would have been a great time to have the fucking twins here alongside her so they could explain and Mariko could slink off to her room and never come back out. Instead, having to face this all on her own Mariko tapped her finger tips together as she discovered a new utter fascination with the tilework of the floor they were standing on. Surely she could explain all this away in a manner he could understand, right? Surely she could do even that small feat. "This isn't....I mean I, I, I-I-I uh..." Nope. Oh god, it was so bad. Hiding her red face behind the clipboard she had been forced into holding onto with new signatures for new club members it was all Mariko could do to not bash her head repeatedly into a wall until this all just faded into yet another nightmare she could brush off. "Aw jeez..."[/ul]
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Post by Alexander Root on Jan 26, 2016 21:48:43 GMT -5
[googlefont="Berkshire Swash"] Science is the Poetry of Reality He needed to collect his thoughts and calm down. He needed to at least on the outside seem like the fact he was seeing a very beautiful young woman in a… an outfit like that wasn't affecting him. Especially when the young woman happened to be one of the very few people he liked, and he liked her… well a lot more than he liked nearly anyone else around him. If someone told him that if he went down this hall today he would see… this, he wouldn't believe them. He wasn't even expecting to see Mariko at all. And at this rate, he'd probably be late for his next class, but really, he was fine with skipping his next class if that meant sticking around Mariko for a little bit longer.
"This isn't....I mean I, I, I-I-I uh... Aw jeez."
Root couldn't help but grin at that, not even because of the outfit, but just how cute she was as she hid behind the clipboard. However, he knew that she was embarrassed and it wasn't make her feel… good or happy. Root thought for just a moment while his brilliant mind worked on a solution, how he could make this whole situation better for her, even though he quite enjoyed the view (if the dropping his notebook and his pencil were any clue at all).
"Oh, you're recruiting new members for this club?" He stole the chance to look her down, soaking in the look on the dear, sweet Mariko Nakazawa before looking back up at her. "I'm sorry but I can't join, I have research to do in my free time. But maybe I could visit sometime." Don't look down again, don't look down again, don't look suspicious. You already got a good look, and oh god he wanted to look down at her clothes again. He had to stop himself from looking like a pervert. Especially around her. Root swallowed again forcing himself to turn away to curb the temptation. Now he had to think of something to say. Something good to say that wouldn't embarrass her farther, or offend her in anyway. If only social sciences were real science to Root, maybe he would know how to react. "Not a bad idea, dressing up to attract new members. I-I'm sure you've got a lot of sign-ups." He spotted some dude walking down the hall looking at Mariko funny and Root grimaced, though luckily he was turned away so she wouldn't see. "It's rude of the rest of the club to leave you out here alone. It's decided. I'll stay with you, so you're not alone out here." Root turned back around and took a position next to her, notebook at his side and looking forward, trying to sneak glances over at the maid Mariko without her noticing.
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Post by Mariko Nakazawa on Jan 27, 2016 22:29:35 GMT -5
[/i] Club? From behind the clipboard Mariko's brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what he meant before it slapped in the face like she was stupid. Oh right. the club she was being forced to advertise. It was true that she had gotten a fair amount of gawkers to stop and stare and a few of them had gotten almost uncomfortably close as they examined the clipboard, but Mariko wasn't actually in the club. Her job as a director forced her to keep her schedule free at all times since she never knew when somebody would be calling her name to direct the next big blockbuster "I'm not...technically in the club." And by that she means she was being forced to do this against her will because they were pretty steadfast about her still wearing it even after the other two bet losers had bowed out. Days like this were days that she really wished she had never given up on smoking, as all of this stress and embarrassment from being forced to parade around in the type of outfit normally she'd never be caught dead in (she wasn't comfortable in wearing flashy, sexy outfits. That's why she was always wearing her favorite hoodie, or just whatever else made her feel safe and comfortable) she simply sighs and crosses her arms across her chest and leans against the wall closest to her, wondering why she had such a problem saying no. "It's a long story. I'm just unlucky and very, very stupid."The good news was that luckily for her, next period was a free one so she didn't need to worry about sitting through yet another hour in a classroom, feeling all the probing eyes and wishing she was dead. The bad news was that of course she was now trapped here with the boy she just so happened to have a crush on while she was wearing this type of thing, and he was probably judging her so hard right now. God, what has she done to anger you? There was an odd sense of pleasure she couldn't quite explain when he offered to hang out with her so she wouldn't be by herself and she howed her head with a smile in appreciation like her mother had taught her since she was small. Always be nice to people Mariko, thats the only thing that's really important in this world. But there was something...off about Alexander today that she couldn't quite understand. Not that she understood him all that well as it was, she wouldn't be so arrogant to suggest that "Mister Root, are you okay? You keep looking at me and looking away quickly like something's troubling you." Now that she really looked close at the older (in school year) boy, he did seem.. skitterish. He kept glancing at her and there seemed to be something on his mind he seemed to be withholding, probably out of fear of upsetting her. He was was a nice man, it was really why she liked him as much as she did. But what could he find so troubling that he would b... Ah, that much be it. "Does it really look as bad as I think it does? I tried to warn them, I really don't think a thing like this was something that'll look good on me."[/ul]
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Post by Alexander Root on Feb 2, 2016 15:53:12 GMT -5
[googlefont="Berkshire Swash"] Science is the Poetry of Reality "I'm not...technically in the club. It's a long story. I'm just unlucky and very, very stupid."
Luck was one of those things Root didn't really believe in the same way everyone else did. To him, luck was probability and was calculable. However, the way she had phrased this… well it made him believe that someone had taken advantage of her, made a bet and she lost. They were probably getting a kick out of this. And he was going to first kill them for forcing her to do this, then thank them that he got to see her like this at some point. After all, it was his last year at Hope's Peak, and after he left… he was looking forward to graduating but he wasn't looking forward to probably never seeing Mariko ever again. Just the thought of that brought pain to his chest, an inexplicable pain just at the thought of never seeing her again.
"Ah, so you lost a bet. Next time, call me up if you take a bet, I can usually swing things in favor of winning." Root smiled at her with a confident sort of look. He wasn't sure how she had lost a bet, but even if whoever she lost it to rigged it, Root was sure he could best them. After all, gambling was just calculations. It was why card counters and the similar were usually kicked out of casinos. Maybe he should go to a casino and see if he could win big for some funding for after he graduated from here. Self-sustaining lab due to betting? That sounded like fun.
"Mister Root, are you okay? You keep looking at me and looking away quickly like something's troubling you. Does it really look as bad as I think it does? I tried to warn them, I really don't think a thing like this was something that'll look good on me."
That… that was the complete opposite of the reason he was acting the way he was right now, but how could he tell her that he found her completely and totally sexy without revealing that he had feelings for her? Without making things awkward? She didn't even know that he was going to skip class just so he could stand here with her, so he could soak in this sight for as long as possible before she left and took off the outfit. Not that he didn't like her normally, but it was refreshing to see her out of the hoodie in something so...
That was it. That was what he could say, only he would have to rephrase that thought slightly. "Oh, no, that's not what I was thinking. I think you look wonderful, you always do. I don't normally get to see you out of your hoodie, so it's cool to see you wearing something different every once and a while. Though, I'm sure your more comfortable in your hoodie, and you still look wonderful then and…" Oh great, he needed to just drop the shovel and stop digging himself into this hole. "What I'm trying to say is that… you look good." Good. What a wonderful word to use despite his massive vocabulary which seemed to fly out the window when he was talking to Mariko.
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Post by Mariko Nakazawa on Feb 14, 2016 23:28:20 GMT -5
"Ah, so you lost a bet. Next time, call me up if you take a bet, I can usually swing things in favor of winning.
There was no reason to tell him that she wasn't actually the one who made the bet, was there? Why get him involved in that sort of mess. Instead Mariko nodded politely and tucked some of the hair that kept getting in her eyes behind one ear, trying to ignore the wandering eyes of boys who happened to wander by. She only had a few more hours of this she had to go through without killing herself, surely she could manage this right?
"What I'm trying to say is that… you look good."
That wasn't what Mariko had expected at all. It was almost like she was in a dream, and if she didn't have a throbbing headache from everything else up to that moment she might have just assumed she had imagined what he had said. Sure he was probably just trying to make her feel better, seeing as he was her friend and totally had no interest in her what so ever (quite the little genius she was) but still even in a stupid get up like this it was nice to be complimented by a handsome boy
"Oh uh..." Casting her gaze to the side, Mariko can't help but smile at the nice words, the all too familiar hint of pink tinting her cheeks as she tried to get herself under control. He thought she looked good. This wasn't a dream, was it. Rubbing the back of her head awkwardly, Mariko can't bring herself to make eye contact yet just in case she loses control of little self worth she still had. "T-Thanks."
Maybe this day wasn't a total nightmare.
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Post by Taro Yamada on Feb 15, 2016 3:21:56 GMT -5
Hope's Peak is a school that tests talent. They also don't know a little thing Taro likes to call "ethics." Well, he would have called it that if he knew what is was. As it stands right now, his latest accident came from a break-line cut from his car that crashed him straight into the school. He got out of the car in the middle of the hallway and stumbled over to wear Root and Mariko stood. All 20 of them. Blood trickling down his face, he made his way towards his current favorite person in the world: Mikan Tsumiki. On his way, he felt a need to say something. Maybe it was the concussion, but he felt the urge to shout it.
"JUST FUCK ALREADY!!! MY MIGRAINE IS GETTING CONSTANTLY MORE HORRIFIC EVERY SECOND YOU GUYS PUSSYFOOT AROUND BECOMING FUCKMATES!!! [BEEEEEEEEEEEP!]!!!"
The Ultimate Matchmaker, while on her way to class, overheard the commotion and started applauding hard. The Ultimate Brown Noser, wanting to suck up to the person grading his paper, also applauded as hard as he could. The Ultimate Narcissist could not stand that people were clapping better than them, so they started clapping. The Ultimate Common Sense User wondered how the fuck was no one cared about the fucking hole in the school nor cared about Taro's obviously severely damaged body. Alas, his outcries did no damage as more people started applauding Taro, who, ironically, did not want the applause. He wanted silence. They weren't giving it.
"Mikan," he muttered, "if there is a god, let him be merciful. Let you have some earplugs. Or some tissues that she could stick in my ear. Or anything." He continued to limp towards Mikan's dorm room on the other side of campus with the aid of the Ultimate Common Sense User, who used common sense to know that Taro needed help. He figured that out by noticing how much he was dripping blood and the fact he crashed through a building in a fucking car.
OOC: Mariko said "Maybe this day wasn't a total nightmare." That's the equivalent of saying "What could possibly go wrong?" So, naturally, I had to make this a total nightmare. Everyone is now having there full attentions on you and applauding and hoping that you two finally do it. That's what you get for jinxing yourself. Ta-ta!
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Post by Ignia Brand on Feb 15, 2016 11:46:35 GMT -5
Ignia walked around the school, nonchalantly as ever. Going from one class to another was no big deal, until she walked past a cluster of people. She recognized Mariko, Root and that Taro guy from the cluster. It was loud because of the applause. Annoyed, Ignia spoke up.
"Oi, what the hell's happenin' here?" She looked around. Taro was yelling about something. That something turned out to be Taro trying to embarrass Root and Mariko. Even though the Survivor is injured and bleeding, Ignia gave 0 fucks and approached him.
"What the fuck are ya tryin' to do? Embarrassin' the two of them like that? Couldn't ya simply walk over to the Nurse chick's room without callin' attention to it? Christ almighty, and then you're wonderin' why ya have a migraine? Thinkin's not your strong point, is it?"
She huffed. "Well, Hope's Peak's acceptin' even dumb people, I suppose."
Ignia was getting frustrated. She heard lots of things about Taro and his intelligence, or, as the rumors say, lack thereof.
"Mariko? Root? Ya doin' alright?"
Although Ignia noticed the new clothes Mariko was wearing, she decided not to bring any more attention to them than Taro already did.
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Post by Taro Yamada on Feb 15, 2016 13:12:36 GMT -5
Either a giant chicken leg was talking about Mary Poppins, or Taro hit his head harder than he originally thought...
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Post by Alexander Root on Feb 15, 2016 17:09:52 GMT -5
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When Taro had approached, Root’s hand had dropped and was just about to make a sneak approach to holding her hand, unsure of how she would react from such an action. However, when Taro began shouting, Root’s face immediately turned red with embarrassment and also with anger. Blood was pounding in his ears, and it was almost hard to even hear the stupid people clapping. However, Ignia approached Taro, then approached the pair of them, asking if they were alright. The blood stopped pounding in his ears but he was still just as mad. He looked to Mariko and then at Ignia, then at Taro in the distance walking away.
“I’m fine,” Root said quickly walking by Ignia, towards Taro a determined look on his face. He was going to have to hold his temper from physically harming the already crippled Taro Yamada. He took Taro by the shoulder and held him back, turning him around so he was looking at him. He spoke in a low voice, low enough he was hoping that Mariko couldn’t hear it due to the distance and the volume which he used. “I don’t care about you embarrassing me. But Mariko? You need to apologize to her. I don’t care what the hell you did to get yourself in this state, but there is nothing that excuses your behavior. Maybe it’s because your so fucking ugly no girl wants to even be around you, or perhaps no one likes you because you’re a fucking insensitive moron, a lot coming from an insensitive genius, so no one wants to be around you, leading to the fact you have no friends, and no one likes you, so you don’t know to fucking act in public. You don’t understand that I don’t want to be a fuckmate with her. I want to be her friend, and maybe more, but I doubt she would ever think of me as more, regardless of my feelings.” He took Taro by the shoulder and led him back to where Mariko was, ignoring the SHSL Common Sense. “Taro wants to apologize.”
He didn’t care about Taro’s condition. He didn’t care at all about the others staring at him, but this situation, Root knew that Mariko preferred if people didn’t see her like this and now all the attention was on them. “Everyone go away!” Root shouted before turning back to Mariko with a serious look on his face. However, regardless of everything he appreciated Ignia’s action on their part. It was already bad enough that people associated him with her because they were friends. How could she be friends with a douche like him? It was those sorts of questions he’d heard before when people didn’t know he was listening. Things like that. But he couldn’t stop himself from spending time with her because it made him so happy, and at least he didn’t see anyone really being mean to her because of him.
Root then took a position by Mariko once more, leaving Taro in front of Mariko to apologize to her, and while he passed Ignia, he said in a low whisper, “Thank you.”
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Post by Ignia Brand on Feb 16, 2016 10:49:24 GMT -5
As Ignia watched Root lay a verbal smackdown onto Taro, she was glad that it wasn't her on the receiving end of it. The Arsonist couldn't explain it, but she thought that Root and Mariko were a cute couple. Watching them was adorable, but not sickeningly-sweet. Ignia disliked sweet stuff, aside from ice cream.
After the Scientist told everyone to leave, everyone left. It was another school rumor that Root's wrath was a thing to behold, and that you didn't want to be his target.
"Man, thank god I'm not as dumb as Taro. Dunno if I could live with myself if I was.", she thought.
Once Root whispered "Thank you." to her, Ignia flashed a quick grin. "No problem, Root.", she said to him. "Anythin' for ya."
After that, she looked at Mariko and began to talk to her. "Yo, Mariko.", she began. "Why are ya still in those clothes? Ya look mighty uncomfortable in them. Get outta here, ditch 'em and go back to your usual ones."
She quickly looked towards Taro and then back to Mariko. "No one's forcing ya to wear 'em, right? Unless I missed somethin'." It was then that she commented to no one in particular. "I swear if someone tried forcin' me into this kinda costume or a swimsuit, I'd do somethin' I'd most likely regret, but is the reason I'm here in the first place, if ya catch what I'm sayin'."
She looked at Root again. "If 'everyone' included me as well, I can leave if ya want me to. No point for me to stress ya two out." She then saluted towards her upperclassman, and smiled again.
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Post by Taro Yamada on Feb 17, 2016 19:33:48 GMT -5
Look. A green-haired girl. Who was it? It was Mariko. "Hey Mariko, do you have the teacher that the assignment gave to us for Thuraterday the oneteenthity? I would have wrote it down, but I was too busy asking you if you have the teacher that the assignment gave to us." God, this concussion was bad. Look at the bright light. Am I fainting???>>>>>>..............
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Post by Mariko Nakazawa on Feb 18, 2016 1:17:25 GMT -5
[/font] The director made a mad grab for the sleeve of her upperclassman to keep him from doing something he'd later regret (well, or maybe not. Who knows) and missed him by inches as Root stormed over to where Taro had wandered off in a daze. Still self conscious over the now many eyes who were on here looking her up and down, Mariko's sharp green eyes kept flicking over to the clock to see if this nightmare of an afternoon was over yet, almost not even noticing when Ignia had made her way over until she had been asked a question over why she was still wearing this whole stupid ass getup. A fair question to be sure, and Mariko for sure had been about to launch into a whole explanation for the second time about how she had been dragged into a bet with the fourth years and how it had been made abundantly clear that she had to wear this stupid thing for the whole school day or there would be something even worse tomorrow, before Root had marched Taro over and had basically demanded that Taro wanted to apologize for his blatant stupidity and the things he had done. "Really, that's not necessary." Even if Taro did apologize there was no guarantee that Mariko would forgive him right now anyway. Taro wasn't exactly popular with his fellow students, he had a bad attitude, an unearned air of self importance and he liked to be a complete jerk and do things like this for no reason and yet for some odd reason Mariko didn't hate him like most people did so why he had picked her to embarrass like this made her scratch her head. "Hey Mariko, do you have the teacher that the assignment gave to us for Thuraterday the oneteenthity? I would have wrote it down, but I was too busy asking you if you have the teacher that the assignment gave to us."...What? Brow furrowed, Mariko did try for a second to make sense of what Taro said before her beautiful eyes of green switched from Root to Ignia and back to see if either of them had a better grasp as to what the fuck that was supposed to mean. "...Is....is he okay? Shouldn't somebody go get Tsumiki-san?"[/ul]
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