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Post by gojira on Dec 23, 2013 19:51:59 GMT -8
"i'll be busy starting today, so the club's going to be all yours. general you, by the way." he watched the club president awkwardly conclude his speech. so he was another guy who quit clubs to prepare for finals and getting into a good university ... he didn't know why he was expecting otherwise. maybe because he was really enthusiastic about it through the entire school year. he shifted in his seat, forcing a smile on his face. he couldn't stop the president, after all. this was how things worked in their school -- the third-years had to leave the club at some point in time to focus on studying. next year, he'd be doing the same. "take care, everyone." "you too," came the chorus from the rest of the club members. --- a week after the president had left, the club fell into disarray. other clubs in the school had their sights on the archery club, ready to swallow and absorb them into their ranks. despite that fact hanging over his head, he soldiered on. it didn't matter if he was technically the only member left in the club. he was going to stay an archery club member until third year rolled along and he too, had to leave. "how about today?" a jeer sounded from one of the classrooms as he passed it. "how about no," he replied, forcing another smile before slipping into his own classroom.
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Post by redox-kun on Dec 26, 2013 4:03:29 GMT -8
| kurobe's mother had been testy ever since she divorced, but the girl didn't know that she would be this testy. the family had moved into a new city with a new apartment and a new life. it wasn't long before her mother had wanted a new daughter as well.
be more feminine, she was told. you're going to drop this kickboxing business and get into something that's a little more appropriate for a high school girl. something ordinary, as if that was anything that kurobe was capable of. she'll say her goodbyes to her friends at the gym with a cheery wave and none of the tears, but kurobe didn't come to this school to be ordinary. if she tried hard enough, kurobe figured that she could make underwater basket weaving into something worth doing.
somehow, she skipped the book clubs and poetry groups and figured that archery should have been good enough for her mother. she didn't plan on joining an after school club for more bookwork. that's why she's here now, sitting on a random desk and wondering if she's got the wrong place. there's usually a gaggle of club members congregating in the clubrooms, right?
kurobe figured that it might be the time to give the diving team another look when the door finally opened. she slides off the desk and straightens out her skirt. "nice to meet you!" | [attr="class","solrt"]beekeeper |
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Post by gojira on Dec 28, 2013 5:15:16 GMT -8
his mind raced with many thoughts as he slid open the door to his classroom. he predicted three or four different attacks and attempts for him to dissolve the archery club today, and wasn't surprised when he saw a girl laying in wait for him in his classroom. he continued wearing the same smile from before (the one that was slightly tense) and gave her the once-over. yeah, he could probably stand his own ground. over time, he'd learnt not to judge a book by its cover. "nice to meet you too," he grunted. he didn't know who she was -- wasn't expecting her to know him personally, either. but his reputation probably preceded him: kujo kento, last man standing in the archery club. he probably had the school equivalent of an apb issued to bring the archery club down. kujo walked over his usual seat, two rows from the back of the class, one row to his right, and three more to his left. he turned to face the girl after setting down his bag, the smile on his face dimmed. "... what is it?" redox-kun
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