tonight was not an ideal night to return it seems
whoa whoa whoa!! sorry for not really being around lately!!
things were really hectic because i’ve been doing group applications but now all of that is done so i should be a little more active (or at least i’ll be around, especially since i’ve just downloaded another browser do not even ask me how many tabs i have open on all my browsers it’s tab hell) !!!
Hello Kitty Bento
Genkou Nagamuura was oftentimes mistaken for a bookworm. While it was true that her nose was usually stuck in between some massive tome, she spent less time reading books than she did rearranging their contents. As fate would have it, the girl was currently immersed in A Tale of Two Cities and she was having quite a ball anagramming character names and key phrases. After all, anagramming the title hadn’t taken too long (within the span of a mere one and a half minutes, she had anagrammed A Tale of Two Cities into A Wittiest Fool Ace, not her best, and certainly a typical rearrangement, but it certainly sounded nice), and she oftentimes got in trouble for glancing at book titles for too long and taking up space within the aisles. Still, there was only so much anagramming she was willing to do for one piece of text and before long, Genkou had already exhausted the novel.
She stood up, closing the book and glancing at the shelves, looking for the gap in between the shelves that told her exactly where the book had come from.
"Ah, there it is," she whispered softly, lifting her gaze all the way up to a high shelf that she, being 4’9", obviously couldn’t reach.
Nn…? I could have sworn there was a stool around here somewhere, she thought, backpedaling and searching aisle after aisle but to no avail. I guess the stool just vanished into thin air…vanished into thin air…. In deviation, in thrash… …Thievish — No, wait, that wasn’t what she was supposed to be thinking about! She was supposed to be thinking about getting this book back on that shelf!
Returning to the aisle where the book belonged, she quietly approached another student who happened to be browsing nearby. She took a deep breath before gently tugging on their sleeve and flashing them her friendliest smile.
"E-excuse me," she began softly. "Th…this book, uhm, I…I need to get it…back on…th-the shelf, please."
She pointed upwards, holding the book out towards her companion before adjusting her glasses. Gee, I hope I wasn’t bothering them!
!! ok that is 3/5 starters do ne i’ll do claudius and genkou tomorrow qvq!!
feel free 2 respond ;o;!
In a school like Hope’s Peak, it’s practically a given that you’re going to be met with strange and eccentric students. This can easily be attributed to the fact that the student body is full of students who are passionate about their field. Some, however, like the girl sitting in the lobby with a laptop resting on her knees, seemed a little…well, by the way she was glaring at the screen you would have thought that the laptop had punched her in the face!
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…!" Kururumi muttered, pressing the escape button over and over, but apparently to no avail. "I swear t’ whatever’s in heaven if this thing can’t get its shit t’gether and I have t’ start all over…!"
She continued to mumble under her breath, grinding her teeth before her frustration finally reached its peak and she slammed the laptop shut, standing with a huff and walking in the direction of the exit before stopping in front of another student who happened to be standing in the hallway.
"Hey, shithead —" because that was the way to talk to complete and total strangers! "— would you get a move-on, ‘v got somewhere t’ be!"
Tapping her foot impatiently she glared at the other, her irritation written all over her face as she waited for a response. It really wouldn’t have hurt for her to have said please, would it?
Stress was one of the things that high school students experienced no matter what school they attended, and Hope’s Peak Academy certainly wasn’t any different concerning stress levels — au contraire, the pressure to graduate with fame and success only added more stress to the typical students’ life! Finding time to relax was nearly impossible, even for those who could finish homework within the span of only a few minutes! With looming project deadlines, and tons of material to study for upcoming tests, it was safe to consider “free time” a privilege that only the most serious students were allowed to partake in — or the least serious students.
Giancarlo Basciano was not a top student. He was lazy, thought everything could be solved with money, and believed wholeheartedly that he would be successful just by the fact that he was a student of Hope’s Peak Academy. Giancarlo Basciano was, of course, wrong, as he found out quickly when his less-than-satisfactory status report arrived a few days prior to his accidental trip to the rec room.
He knew that he had to become more responsible, take something seriously for once, and he had resolved to do just that…until he opened the door to the aforementioned room an all thoughts of becoming a serious and hardworking individual disappeared.
"Wow, they’ve got everything in here!” he said, taking in the entirety of the room which practically begged him to kick back and relax; the absolute opposite of what he needed to do.
Should he watch television? Read a magazine?
Turn his ass right back around and do what he knew he ought to? Despite the copious amount of time-wasting material to be found in the room, Giancarlo was looking for one thing, and one thing only: a foosball table. Having spotted one in the corner of the room, the young man headed straight for it, his excitement causing him to collide with an oncoming student, his shades falling to the floor right as he stepped back, snapping them in half.
"O-ow, watch where you’re going!" he exclaimed, completely disregarding the fact that it was his fault that the collision had happened in the first place as he rubbed his head and glanced at the floor, becoming struck with momentary horror before rounding on his companion once again. “Those shades were crazy expensive, you oaf! I hope you’re ready to replace them!”
Picking up the halves and stowing them in his pocket, he was prepared to give his companion the exact brand of the sunglasses and which retailer they would be able to buy a replacement at before his eyes caught sight of the foosball table once again, and his expression softened into one of thoughtfulness, and his scowl was soon replaced with a smirk.
"Tell you what — you don’t gotta pay me for the shades ‘f you can beat me at a game of table football," he said, gesturing towards the game.
Ha! There’s no way anyone can beat me; say goodbye to eighty dollars, figa!
starter order is probably going to be??? marian, giancarlo, genkou, claudius, and finally kururumi??? maybe???