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[The courtyard is at least open air. There's something to be said for that, even if Slaine's given the distinct impression of a cage. While they're treated to an open view of the sky, of the world beyond the school's premises, it's a world that's just beyond reach. Close enough one might think to touch it, yet too far to actually grasp.

It's frustrating, to say the least. But Slaine isn't going to readily accept imprisonment. And no matter how discouraging it might be, he can't allow himself to show it. No, showing weakness might be exactly what whoever's placed them here wants.

Granted, it seems there are so many other ways to break morale.

He doesn't get much further in these considerations before it begins to rain. The air becomes heavy with the scent of brine and Slaine shields his eyes with his hand. While he's spent nearly two years on the Moon Base, and so little time on the Earth, he knows what rain smells like. He knows what the sea smells like.

These two things are not the same.

With his uniform fast becoming soaked, he seeks out the nearest shelter. In this case, a tree. There aren't that many options for coverage around here]

[Mashiro had been refusing work that was outside of manga. At the same time, the name circulating around that the great artist Mashiro Shiina was in Japan as a mangaka still had her editor receive offers for other work. Paintings, murals, designs. But Mashiro had a one track mind, and that was to succeed in this task of becoming a mangaka like her friend told her to do.

Yet, an offer from Shining Entertainment, one of the grandest agencies in Japan, is hard to refuse. Though a splendid artist, there is still the fact that Mashiro's eccentricities has left her completely inexperienced in the realm of human emotions, and as such her manga is, well, suffering. Doing something like this would give her a chance to see professionals up close when they act, so it is not like she is selling herself out.

Today, she arrives, having made her way to Saotome Academy over after school was over, thankfully having not wandered off and is keeping to her deadline (CONGRATULATIONS), carring a folio of artworks. Her client is to be Tokiya Ichinose. She doesn't keep up with the times though, so she doesn't even know who Tokiya is, let alone HAYATO. What she was told was that he is a talented young man, skilled just like she is, but in song, dance and acting. A triple threat.

Perhaps she would be able to learn something from him.

It didn't take her long to be lost though, this school is freaking huge.]

[ If Tokiya's been frequenting the music room, he'll find that someone beat him to it for once. At the piano is a girl clumsily hitting notes to the tune of a graduation with her right hand. She's obviously no music student, but she tries her best to provide accompaniment to the melody she sings. Tokiya has probably heard singers with far better technique, but she's pleasant enough to listen to. The emotion is there. ]

Our meeting was made in a moment at the intersection walking home.
You called out to me, didn't you? "Let's go home together."
While I hid my face with my bag in embarrassment,
In truth, I was very, very happy.

Ah, the way the fireworks beautifully bloom in the sky is a bit lonely.
Ah, the wind flows along with time.

So happy, having so much fun, we had so many adventures
Inside the secret base that belonged to the two of us.

[ Before she moves on to the chorus, she looks up at the doorway where Tokiya is and smiles. ]

Ahaha, sorry. Were you going to use this room? I don't mind.

[ It's beginning to rain: there's a strange symbol in the floor, something geometrical. It's outlined in red, smelling of something copper. The culprit, a pink haired girl 160cm tall, stands to one side far from any shelter. Blood flowing out of a small cut on her forearm, she looks sadly upon the symbol, rainwater beginning to wash it away. ]

[Classes in school were a special kind of hell.

There was something to learn, but what does one do when they literally could not understand what anyone was talking about? Hearing the teacher and the classmates around them, their gibberish was not merely complex terms from math or science, but some alien language (or some dialect of Japanese from somewhere deep deep within the boonies.

It is a student's obligation to learn from the teacher. Saitou surprisingly is still attempting to note down what he could.]

Edited 2015-06-03 19:17 (UTC)

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idk throws the artist first (thug idol later...)

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sorry

did you ask for inoogahmees