Restoration Period

A giggle...

A nod... in agreement with her own speech...

A grin an emo knew very well...

These were the elements of a competent femme fatale, and Fudomaki Kimiko didn't like one bit of it. And then... the girl had the nerve to skip line and let her speak. This, Sun Li, was a true...

"I guess you all know me by my last name apparently... Obviously my sister has her moment of glory here and there. (what a dragg.)" Her head went to the side for a second, allowing her hair to fly left and then fly right when she was ready to finish her introduction, face up and lips out as if she didn't care anyways, "My name is Kimiko. I'm here because of a fight," she looked at Sun Li...

 "I like ravens and a hate liars." She didn't even budge as her look turned into a stare at the very pleased Sun li. She knew it was on... The sound of a cat's growl resonated from her aura, and such an aura wasn't magical or spiritual. But mental. And this is something only Sayuri could decipher at the moment.

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Yumi understood that she was skipped. Unlike what Kimiko thought, she knew what was going on between her and Sun Li. As the conductor of this probably rivalry, she was expecting a symphony of cat scratches and - choking to take place in due time. As if she didn't know any of this happening, she looked out to the crowd and felt as home for a minute. She was use to talking out in public. And she knew she had competition: Sena. Of all people, she actually might be the real thorn simply sitting in her walkway. She took note of this...

"You probably know who I am. Captain of the cheerleading squad, Ishihara Yumi." The small gasp between her gap rest assured she carried a full understanding of subtle, but provoking, sensual persuasion. She got everything she had by looking very pretty, acting pretty, and speaking with a high voice. Her innocent quality was all fabricated, a facade, to the true vines beneath the shimmering rose. "I guess you can say I eat sushi, dumplings, and I love my school." She walked back to a window, resting her behind against the waist-high bookshelf. When she crossed her arms and allowed the sunlight turn her left side into a silhouette, she finished, "However, I dislike liars as well." 

To appear ignorant of the matter, she didn't bat an eye over to the area which truly was grabbing her attention. Instead, she pulled out a mascara mirror and checked her self out.

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Sasuke felt scared when he felt a soft hand touch his back. He wanted to react like his father would be able to do, however couldn't do anything but shiver. 

"What's wrong?"
"don't be scared or shy, I don't think anyone here is a cannibal."

There was something eating him up though. For now, he couldn't let it out.

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The final guy took notice and said, "If you don't know me, then I must make more of a statement for you to know me." With that... he started doing push-ups. For a tall youngman, he wasn't very athletic. But this sense of being the macho one in the room, he needed to prove his worth.

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Theme

"It's already 6:20..."

Mr. Shittoryu already took of the magazine from his face and was standing by the coffee maker, brewing his favorite flavor: "Hmm... The smell of chocolate always keeps me awake."

He then took his egress from the teacher's lounge and paced himself down the hall. With a sip, he breathed a heavy one. The sound of him sighing resonated with relief and satisfaction. His mind was in total peace. And he for sure hoped these students found theirs.

Just in case, he did his best to hide his aura to that of a normal human being...

It would be only a matter of time, 6:45 to be exact, before he could make it up the third floor and back into the detention room to see what they were up to. His methods of being patient and in the know right in the middle of the action always felt thrilling. Made him feel like a spirit detective again, where he would surprise the demons out of nowhere and slay them without a second thought...

With a second sip, he smiled as his mind swam in reminisce.

“I, for one, would like to do something outside this room. It’s frightfully boring in here.”

Mr. Shittoryu heard nothing going wrong yet. He wasn't certain anything was going on, otherwise he'd be around patrolling them more often. The elements of teenage pessimism weren't strong with all of them afterall. Few he knew saw life to be bleak, some appeared to follow a natural order of self-righteousness and seeking respect for their environment. A minor percentage have committed any real crime, and none, as of yet, have been in the radar to be considered a "spiritual" threat.

All seemed good... until Tasui took notice Sena's lip was bleeding. He screamed, "Bae, are you ok!?" He needed to make sure, but didn't want to invade her privacy. Although he was known to be a bully, known to be a flirt, he always was afraid of blood. He didn't like the look of it, and seen so much of it in his crime-ridden side of town he currently calls home. Some would say, there's nothing like home. In his eyes, blood was a lot like home. Although he tried to sound brave and comforting, is faced showed some timidity.

The rest looked at the whole situation and couldn't figure out what to do. Toshige looked on... the mountains in his dream were vast and filled with shimmering overlay. He was captured in this illusion of peace and had no idea that there was a jeopardy manifesting in his reality.

These mere teenagers didn't know what to do...