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Stray Shinku

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I'm really not picky about the genres, but you will see me a lot on Romance, Comedy, Slice of Life, Action and Fantasy roleplays.
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Chapters
Prologue - A brief introduction of our Omega God, Perseus, and the goddess of all deities of the Devine Real, Kami. The story will start in the middle of judgment to Perseus after being accused of perverted deeds and unpleasant pranks on some female deities. In an act of mercy, Kami decided not to ban Perseus and simply punishes him by taking his magic staff and grounding him in his apartment until further notice. After that scene in Agartha, the story skips to the Ryoo High School, the main setting of this roleplay, and a school located somewhere in the middle zone of USA, in the Mortal Realm, of course. Our main characters with their clubs and the important NPCs are going to make a brief introduction, and an unexpected problem that threatens to banish the Music and Art clubs is going to be revealed as well.

Chapter 1: That Everything Be for the Good of Our Clubs (Coming Next) - After discovering that their clubs are on the brink of closure, Akiyuki, and Michelle, with the obvious help of their gangs, go out for the ultimate quest of a new Commissioner for their clubs, deciding to work together for the first time in a very long time. Of course, everything is going to be for the sake of their beloved clubs that they created with a lot of effort and aren't willing to let go yet. However, Akiyuki and Michelle may try to put aside their differences and romantic past, but that doesn't mean that their friends will do the same. Will they put aside their difference for a day and find the perfect Commissioner brave enough to handle the infamous Music and Art clubs?
Potential Couples and Posting Order
1. Akiyuki x Michelle
2. Hiro x Alice
3. August x Penelope
4. Lucifer x Naomi

Posting Order
1. Akiyuki Brooks - @Shinku⭐Kun
2. Michelle Dubois - @DANAsaur
3. Hiro Assaragi - @Kurogane86
4. Alice Chiba - @Karyra
5. August C. Elliot - @Iceydaze
6. Penelope Larson - @ScarletNova
7. Lucifer Marlo Lestrange - @Shinku⭐Kun (created by Lulunopia)
8. Naomi Kyoya - @xLarius
Rules

1. Follow the Posting Order and make sure to check it to confirm if there has been a change in it.

2. In every IC posts, make sure to include the following:
-A picture that represents your character.
-Name of your character.
-Location of your character.
-Mention the name(s) of the character(s) you are interacting with, followed by the username of its roleplayer owner.
-This one is optional, but you can also add the names of the characters you mentioned, but really didn't have any means of interaction.

3. Do not hesitate in trying to create small plots of arcs about your character or something you planned with your roleplay partner. I encourage everyone to add to this roleplay sub-plots and such. However, please, make sure it is relevant to the story and don't come up with something that just looks out of place. (Ex.: bringing in an alien out of nowhere when this roleplay is clearly not Sci-Fi).
 
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Akiyuki Brooks
Music Club President | Ryoo High School - Science Classroom

"Oh, she finally went mad," thought Akiyuki once he heard Michelle burst into an uncontrollable laugh out of the blue. Her giggles resonated through the whole classroom, catching the attention of Azumi, which turned her head to look at her with a slightly confused expression, wondering why Michelle would laugh at her serious offer. Sighing with an annoyance, the white-haired Demon frowned her eyes at the blonde French student, making her laughter stop abruptly as Michelle finally understood that she wasn't telling any jokes.

Scoffing with amusement, Akiyuki rolled his eyes to his right to look away from his ex-girlfriend and crossed his arms, waiting for her decision if her club is willing to let the Music Club go with them to that Art Exhibition. He knew that was a decision that could take her a while to...

"Fine, they can come to the Art Gallery."

Shocked and confused at the same time, Akiyuki whipped his head toward Michelle once again, his eyes widened by her quick answer to Azumi's offer. He couldn't believe that she didn't stutter to accept the offer, so he wondered what was in her mind. Surely she had a plan or something in between because she didn't even think about discussing it with the other Art Club member. And there's when he heard it. The assurance Michelle fearlessly dared to shoot at Azumi. Akiyuki admitted that it was a smart move and he scolded himself for not thinking about it sooner.

"Huh, I guess you're the smart one from your Club," said Azumi with a grin, her arms crossed under her chest, trying to hide the fact that Michelle actually caught her off guard with such a proposition. She thought she could trick them, but her blonde student turned out to be sly as a fox. Clicking her tongue with a bittersweet sensation, she sighed and looked to her left, taking a moment to think. If both Clubs are willing to go to the Art Gallery and try to behave properly and decently, then it was more than fair that she gives them some kind of reward. It was common sense. Besides, Azumi knows well what a disaster would erupt of the Clubs find out that she tricked them into hanging out together as a punishment. They obviously would retaliate against her just for the mere satisfaction of the sweet revenge.

Giggling with defeat, Azumi turned her head to look at Michelle and everyone in front of her. "We have a deal then, Dubois-san," she said with a nod. "If you both you and the Music Club go to the Art Gallery and spent the whole evening without fighting, I will talk to the Principal about to reconsider his decision. However, I can't give you the certainty that he will keep the clubs, though. I don't have that much power. I'm just a teacher, you know?"

It felt as if the ends of the world was really near when Azumi agreed to accept Michelle's guarantee offer. It was literally the first time that somebody that dared to kind of "blackmail" this tough cookie teacher won. Scoffing dumbly, Akiyuki sighed deeply, smiling faintly as he now knows that there was a chance for his Club to be saved. He found it funny that it was thanks to the Art Club, though, especially because of Michelle. "Welp, it's settled then," he said, and when he turned around to face his friends, which surprisingly agreed to go the Art Gallery, his smiling and excited expression froze when he found Lucifer still complaining about what was going on. Gritting his teeth in annoyance, but not losing is clam composure, Akiyuki slowly walked towards him.


"Alright, Luci-kun, calm down," Akiyuki said before laying his right hand on Lucifer's shoulder. Then, he suddenly gripped it tightly, making the black-haired guy yelp with pain before turned his head to look at him. A suspicious purple aura was emerging from Akiyuki while his glasses sparkled white. "Listen up carefully. We already decided to go to the Art Gallery with Michelle and her squad, okay? There's no turning back, so stop whining and zip it. Our club is jeopardy and I'm not willing to lose it because of your childish behavior. Understood?"

Lucifer quickly nodded without saying a single word, too terrified to answer to Akiyuki. This was definitely a hidden psych side probably nobody knew, so seeing him like that was scary as hell for the poor Lucifer. Smiling satisfied, Akiyuki let go his shoulder and gently patted his head, making Lucifer pout with annoyance. "W-W-Whatever, man," he finally said, smacking away Akiyuki's hand before turning around to walk to his seat. Growling, he picked his messenger bag. "I'm saying this since today: I'm not wearing any fancy and weird suit on that Gallery. Sorry not sorry, but that shit ain't my thing." Clicking his tongue, Lucifer stormed out of the classroom, not waiting for Azumi to dismiss him or everyone.

"Mmh... Are you sure he won't be a problem?" Azumi asked Akiyuki once Lucifer was out of sight. Sighing, Akiyuki rubbed the back of his head before nodding. "Don't worry about him, he won't ruin this for us," he replied and slowly turned his head to look at his teacher with a smile. "He really loves the Music Club, so he won't do anything that will ruin it."


Minutes later, Azumi finally dismissed the Art and Music clubs, just in time for them to proceed with their school schedule of the rest of the day. Soon enough, the evening arrived and the bells announcing the last period rang. After saying goodbye to his friends, Akiyuki went to his home in an expensive black car that was waiting for him.


"So, how was your day, young Master?" asked Jones, the loyal driver of Akiyuki. Clicking with annoyance after hearing him calling him "Master", Akiyuki took off his glasses to wipe the lenses with his shirt. "Well, I have a date with the Art Club to an Art Gallery," he replied. He was sitting at the back of the car, so Jones looked at him through the rear-view window, kind of confused. "Oh, so you and Ms. Dubois are back together?" Scoffing with shock, Akiyuki put back his glasses and stared at him. "Of course we didn't!" he said and shook his head. "There's no way I'm not going back with that controlling freak. I'm good with my freedom, okay?"

"Ah, I see," said Jones with an amused smile, chuckled under his breath. He wanted to add a small comment about Akiyuki's break-up but decided not to. Glad that his driver went silent, Akiyuki let go a weak sigh and leaned back on his seat. Then, he turned his head to his left and look outside through the window. With a silent and sad expression, he couldn't resist the urge of thinking about Michelle. Even when he didn't want to admit, there still was a spark of his burning love for her, buried deep inside his heart.
 
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Chapter 1: That Everything Be for the Sake of Our Clubs
The Brooks Mansion, in Japan
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"Welcome back, young Master!"

A group of maid greeted Akiyuki at the entrance of his home once he finally arrived. They were dressed in the classic black and white maid uniforms meticulously ironed and impeccable. As Joes parked the car, he went out to open the door for Akiyuki. As the young man stepped out of the vehicle, the maids, which were standing in two rows, courtesy bowed at him with a smile on their faces. This was a protocol they always did to welcome their "masters" every time they arrived at the mansion, yet Akiyuki never got used to it. He found it way too excessive and kind of embarrassing. Sadly, no matter how many times he told them to stop doing this, they seem to ignore him.

"For the love of God, stop doing this!" cried Akiyuki with an annoyed sigh. "It's so embarrassing, and I really feel uncomfortable. And this applies when you call me master. If I got a name, just call me like that, okay?" When he finished ranting and rambling, a maid kindly stepped closer to the car to pick up Akiyuki's messenger bag and guitar case, but Akiyuki quickly jumped in front of her to stop her.

"Oh, no, you won't!" he said, and quickly grabbed his guitar and hugged it closely. "Sorry, but you ain't touching this. You may break it or something, so back off, please. I also have two pairs of hands, so I can properly grab my stuff on my own, thank you very much." The maid blinked in confusion while staring at Akiyuki, but just smiled awkwardly at him before returning to her group.

Sighing, Akiyuki tossed his bag on his left shoulder and held his guitar case with his right hand. Jones chuckled with amusement as he observed the scene from the background. "Hey, they're just doing their jobs, you know?" he told Akiyuki with a slight smirk. "No need to be so harsh with them. Besides, no matter how much you tell them to act normal with you, they will refuse to do so. It's all part of what they call the "Maids Etiquette". Akiyuki turned his head to look at Jones for a few seconds before looking away. Sighing deeply, he nodded. "I know, but still... I just can't get used to being treated this way even when it has been like this since I was born. However, you're right, I shouldn't be mean to them, though. They're just following orders."

Swallowing hard, Akiyuki took off his messenger bag and gently held it toward a maid that was on his right. "Here, you can hold this for me, but I'm keeping my guitar. Sorry, but I just don't let nobody touch her." Understanding him completely, the maid smiled and willingly took the bag. Scoffing, Jones began to walk into his car. "Welp, see you tomorrow morning, Akiyuki," he said, calling him with his first name as he was more familiar with him. "You can call me if you need a ride somewhere, however." When Akiyuki said goodbye to him, Jones slowly cruised his car away, and the maids escorted their young Master to his bedroom.


Akiyuki's Bedroom
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"Oh, yes, a good warm shower is what I needed after such an exhausting day!" said Akiyuki with a relieved sigh as he came out from his bathroom, wearing a light blue robe and a white towel around his head to dry his hair. His bathroom was in his bedroom, typical from a mansion. As he walked toward his big, wooden dressing table, which was located at the back of his big room, Akiyuki took a sit on a comfy chair and turned his face to look at himself on a mirror. His glasses were laying on top of the table, besides a brush, a cologne bottle, and other stuff for his personal care. After a few seconds, Akiyuki began to unwrap the towel around his hair before gently scrubbing it around to dry some moist.

"You should use a hair dryer, my dear," said somebody, which voice was way too familiar to Akiyuki. "It's too much work, Okasan," replied Akiyuki, lowering his towel and laying it on the table. When he turned around to look at his mother, Asuna Brooks, he saw her standing beside the door of his bedroom. She was dressed in casual clothes, not typical from a woman that lives in a mansion. With a solemn smile, she slowly stepped inside the bedroom and walked toward her son, which turned back his body and picked his hairbrush.

As he raised his right hand to brush his hair, his mother stepped behind him and gently grabbed his hand. "Let me help you a little bit," she said kindly, picking the brush. Silently, Akiyuki crossed his arms and let his mother take care of his hair. She began to evenly stroke his hair, smiling peacefully. "So, how was your day at school?" she asked him out of the blue, breaking the silence. Akiyuki shrugged. "Well, um... Kind of normal," he replied, and Asuna looked at him through the mirror, perplexed. "Kind of, huh?" she said with a chuckle, to which Akiyuki sighed. "Well, it was actually a bad day. Looks like the Music Club, the one I fought so hard to keep all these years, is at the brink of closure." And so, Akiyuki began to recap his mother everything that happened to him and his Music Club at the school, and how they ended up agreeing to team up with the Art Club at an Art Gallery Opening.

Not being able to hold it, Asuna covered her mouth with her left hand and began to giggle. "Oh, I'm sorry, my dear, but that was hysterical!" she said between giggles, the corners of her eyes filling with tears. Blushing faintly with annoyance, Akiyuki clicked his tongue and pouted. "You really don't need to laugh at my pain, you know? That's just plain cold and mean!" It took her mother a minute or so to finally calm down and stop laughing before turning back to her son. With a slight chuckle, she laid the brush on the table and hugged Akiyuki from behind. "Don't worry too much about it, Aki-kun," she said, leaning her face closer to the right cheek of Akiyuki. "You will know how to deal with this. Just be patient, and, please, stop being so harsh with Dubois-san. I know that you said that she was the one that broke with you, but, between you and me, I think she suffered as much as you did."

After gently kissing her son's cheek, Asuna turned stepped back from the chair. "Now, get dress. Dinner is almost ready, and your father wants us to eat together. You know how he-"

"I don't want to eat with that man," said Akiyuki with a cold, serious tone, interrupting his mother. Sighing, Asuna crossed her arms and turned her head to her right. "Akiyuki, please... Just for today, try to not enter a dispute with your father. Do it for me, okay? I just want to have a nice dinner with my family." Swallowing hard and not being able to complain against his mother's wish, Akiyuki sighed deeply. "Fine, I will try," he said, standing from his chair. "But, I swear that if he begins to talk bullcrap about my music passion and how the business enterprises are a better path for me, I will leave... Really angry."

Asuna scoffed and nodded. "I already talk with him about it," she said with a slight smile. "Don't worry he will behave... Or at least that's what he promised me." Rolling his eyes, Akiyuki turned around and began to walk toward his wardrobe. "Yeah, whatever, can you please leave now? I'm about to change." Asuna giggled before smirking. "Well, I can stay and see how my beautiful son has grown," she said jokingly. "Besides, it's not going to be the first time that I will see you naked." Gasping with shock and embarrassment, Akiyuki quickly turned around to face his mother and angrily pointed at his door. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM, YOU PERVERT!"

Laughing with amusement, Asuna raised her hands in defeat and slowly exited his room, telling him that she will see him on the Dining Room in an hour. As she left, Akiyuki closed his door, then he turned around. He stared blankly at his wardrobe, the words of his mother echoing inside his head:

"...I think she suffered as much as you did."

He wondered if his mother was true about Michelle suffering. How could she suffer as much as he did when she was the one that decided to put an end to their relationship? There was no way. The true victim here was him and only him. Or that's what Akiyuki believed. Still, now that he heard it from his mother, he still wondered if Michelle, after leaving school and her friends, and when she's finally alone...
"Does she still thinking about me as I am right now about her?"

Akiyuki could only wonder.
 
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Michelle Dubois
Interactions: Everyone

When Michelle agreed to the white haired demon's idea, she already expected what would happen right after and she was right.
Hiro started calling her a mad woman which almost made Michelle lunge at him. She was not a mad woman! She was merely thinking about their respective clubs, more importantly the safety of her own club. As expected, the other members of the music club began protesting but Michelle couldn't care less. She was the one who agreed to the deal so there's nothing the music club can do about it. Besides, they should be grateful that she's going to let the barbaric music club to be part of the glorious opening of the art gallery. Good thing her fellow art club members supported her decision. Only proves that they really trust me and I must do everything I can to save our club
[FONT=Marcellus, serif]When everything was settled and their teacher dismissed them. it was time for everyone to resume with their daily schedule. But before Michelle fell into her routine where she attended classes, answered quizzes, passed her homework, she sent a quick text to her mom regarding what happened. Soon, it was time for everyone to go home and Michelle didn't waste any second of it.[/FONT]​
"See you tomorrow everyone" She tiredly waved goodbye to her fellow club members "Be sure to be online later for our meeting. After all, we still have to figure out what to do with the music club"

Michelle entered the mansion, feeling tired and exhausted. She went straight to her room while completely ignoring the warm welcome of the maids and the soft call of her mother. She was so drained that she wanted to be alone. She placed her bag in a nearby desk before plopping down on her bed face first.
There is a tenseness to her muscles that makes Michelle more like a mannequin on the soft mattress than a woman of flesh and bone. She wanted so much to melt onto the soft foam, wrapped in eider-down, and drift into the world of dreams. Yet someone dared interrupt her.
Foot steps made their way beside Michelle's bed and for a moment she wanted to ignore it. She thought it must be just a maid or her mom wanting to talk to her about her day but as if fate was toying with her, it was a different person. Someone she doesn't want to interact right now.
"Ma cherie" the sweet masculine voice greeted before Michelle felt the side of her bed dip, signaling that the male figure who barged in her bedroom decided to sit down. Michelle decided to keep quiet and bury her head deeper against the mattress in hopes that the annoying male will go away but she knew deep down that it won't work.
'Oh come now, Michelle" the male purred with a chuckle "You know that I won't leave until I get what I want~"
Already frustrated and doesn't want to deal with his bullshit, Michelle sat up and glared. "and what exactly do you want, Jacques?"
Jacques, an eighteen year old male with shoulder-length strawberry blond hair that has bangs go across his right side of his face and cool light blue eyes, chuckled once again before reaching a hand to tuck a strand of stray hair behind Michelle's ear.
Fortunately, Michelle was fast enough to see what he's trying to do and immediately slapped his hand away. "Tell me what you want from me or get out"
"Oh~ It seems this country is making your temper worse" Jacques teased before noticing Michelle glaring daggers. "Ah, alright. Alright. I'll tell you why I'm here. I want you to be my date"
Michelle scoffed. Of course he wanted her to be his date. It was so typical of him! "And why would I agree to that? Just because you're a childhood friend and the one who cheered me to continue pursuing arts doesn't mean I'd agree to your stupid idea so easily"
"Oh ma cherie. Did your really forget? I am also the one who's opening an art gallery this weekend. And based on what I heard from your mother, the music club will be attending correct?"
"Merde" Michelle cursed, already knowing what he had in mind. She was a bit angry for forgetting such crucial detail. Jacques has a very limited and exclusive guest list for the opening and now that the music club is attending, that means he needed to cross some people off the list.
As if Jacques was reading her mind, he added "You know that I can't cross people off of my list, cherie. After all, invitations were already sent."
Michelle felt trapped. The Music club won't be able to get in without an invitation! And if the music club can't attend that means the deal is off and the art club is in danger! "Unless.." Michelle suddenly uttered, a wild idea popping in her mind. "I can't believe I'm saying this but.. what if.. what if they play for the art gallery? Musicians has a different invitation correct?'
[FONT=Marcellus, serif]Jacques looked at Michelle for a moment. He can see the desperation in her eyes and for some odd reason he wanted to say no to her. But of course, saying no would only anger the little Dubois and that is something he doesn't need right now. "Alright" he finally said after a couple of seconds "They can play for the art gallery if and only if, you become my date"
"I.. I can't do that." Michelle replied with a timid voice, her bravery and courage immediately diminishing. "I.. I already have a date"
Jacques was surprised. "Don't tell me you and that musician got back again?"
"O-Of course not!" Michelle quickly defended, her cheeks a bit red "Its.. complicated, Jacques."
Already tired with the conversation, Jacques sighed and stood up before making his way out of the bedroom "Just because you have a date doesn't mean you can't have another one. expect you to wear white, ma cherie. Oh, and bring some of your artworks as well as some from your club members. I'd like some of it to be part of the exhibit."
"Bu-" Michelle didn't get the chance to finish her sentence as the door closed behind Jacques, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
"Ugh, n’importe quoi" she muttered before laying down on her bed once again "Its not like he'd feel jealous. He never loved me anyway"

Deciding to let the music club know what will happen on the art gallery, Michelle reached for her phone and began typing a message.

To: Mon coeur

I already arranged your club's invitation. In exchange, the gallery owner wants you to perform. You can't say no. I expect you and your members to be on their very best behavior. Good night

After sending the text, she then wrote a message for the art club and sent it as well.

To: Art Club

Any thoughts on what might happen on the art gallery this weekend? Oh and if you'd like to showcase an artwork, please don't hesitate to tell me.
 
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Hiro Assarragi.
Location - Classroom, music room, home
Interacting with -

After all the arrangements were made Hiro recovered his desk and belongings and sat down. He didn't concentrate on the lesson at all, instead he just practiced his finger positions. i just want to go play something, i need to express my emotions the only way i know how. i need a piano to help ease this feeling in my chest. The Bell finally rang and he practically ran to the music room, he shut the door behind him and threw his stuff down and ran to the piano. He sat down and just started playing Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Requiem Mass in D minor. It was a sad haunting melody that expressed just what he wanted to say, he was upset that his club was in jeopardy and was upset that the only way to save it was to work with those he hated. He closed his eyes and started getting into it, he would imagine the music club laughing at them, they always believe they are better in every way. "damn them" he yells out pounding the keys.

The bell rang signalling it was time to head home. He avoided everyone, he was in not state of mind to converse with anyone. He passed by the other members of the music club not even giving them a nod or anything. Others would see him as rude but the music club would know that he was affected by the news, he wasn't being rude he was in a hurry to get home, he needed to express himself in a place where he couldn't smell paint. He finally got home and rushed to the piano, he started playing Samuel Barber - Adagio for Strings. A truly haunting song that would move anyone to tears. "why must they torment us? why must we have to deal with them." an image of Alice popped into his head. "that Damn Amazon. i can't believe she had the gull to do that to my belongings." He changed the music to a more angry tone one he played earlier it was perfect. Vengeance started booming from his piano "I hate them." he played louder, and angrier. "damn it President, stand up to that woman already!"

he stopped playing, in his wild swirl of emotion he swore at The president, the one person he respected with everything he had. He immediately pulled out his cell phone and sent Akayuki a text message.

"i'm sorry president, i will follow you till the ends of the earth. your skill with a guitar, your talent your genius! we will all follow you to where ever you need us to go. I'll make sure of it."
 
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Alice Chiba
School Classroom --> Art Club --> Home
Interactions: Everyone, Then No One
Next Up: @Iceydaze
This whole debacle was just terrible. Starting with the threat of closure for the Art Club, and ending with needing to work with the Music club in order to pull off making a gallery opening look good. She was supposed to somehow fit into an upper class situation and look good in fancy clothing, too. To make it all worse, the pressure was killing her.

Class provided a much needed distraction from the upcoming disaster. How was she supposed to keep all this from getting out of hand? Surely, the Music Club would pull something, they always did. Maybe they'd even tell her how out of place she looked, or how much the dress would never suit her height. Low blows to be sure, but they'd surely antagonize her. Alice sighed as the class bell rang, hoping that maybe the whole thing would be over quickly.

Her time spent in the Art Club room was mainly sketching up a sculpture design, crumpling it up, sketching again, and then giving up and slapping paint onto a canvas. Eventually, that too succumbed to her wrath and anxiety in the form of her punching clan through the canvas. Alice hadn't meant to destroy it, she just kept looking at it, and seeing how her brushstrokes were messy and wild just... just reminded her of how much she could never measure up to everyone else. The only reason they kept her around was the rivalry. She could just look scary and intimidate people for the sake of Nelly or Naomi, who weren't exactly the type to stand up for themselves.

She sat in the Art Room for a little while after everyone left, cleaning up her garbage and the room. Cleaning made her feel a bit better, but ultimately didn't really improve her mood much. The tight knot of anxiety remained in her stomach the whole walk home. Where she was enjoying the bright fall colors, Alice now felt oppressed by them.

Her father wasn't home when she arrived. This wasn't unusual.

"Probably out late for work, again,"
Alice said. "But if he's not home then he can't stop me from stealing his cookies..."

Alice went to a cabinet, supposedly out of her father's reach to avoid temptation, and pulled out a large gallon bag of baked chocolate chip cookies. Don't touch, Alice! I mean it!

Disregarding this warning, Alice then took the whole bag into her room. Inside, a guitar greeted her. There seemed to be a bit of wear on the strings, but it looked more like it had happened from lots of use, than sitting around. The guitar itself wasn't particularly nice, in fact it looked old and scraped up. But, Alice still picked it up and started to tune it with practiced hands after putting the cookies on the nearby desk.

Once she was done, she carefully started to strum and pick along to Four Seasons by Vivaldi. She knew where to shift her hands, and it was an act of memorization. For anyone at school, this could be a revelation. The Giantess could play guitar, and not half-bad at that. Still, when Alice finished playing she didn't feel better.

She laid down on her bed, eating cookies. Her room was filled with various posters of punk rock bands, and various comic book covers. Her desk had a few pencils laying around, some with cute eraser covers on them. Sketchbooks sat open, their ripped up pages and half-done sketches.

"This opening is going to suck..."
Alice said to herself.

She opened her phone and started to type to the Art Club chat, "So... what are we going to do at the opening anyway? Since this was so last minute I don't even have any idea where to start preparing."
 

August "Ace" Elliot



Agreements were made and everything steadily settled down. August rubbed his temples as a headache slowly formed at the idea of working with the girls at the exhibit. ’The things we do for this club… What would we even do at such a useless place?’ He quietly complained to himself even though he knew their club had no other choice.

Once the whole mess was over, they were dismissed, leaving Azumi Sensei alone to straighten up the mess. If the girls hadn’t been the ones to have made the mess, August would have charged back in there to help out. Just recalling how disorderly the room was made him shudder with disgust. ”Women are so filthy.” He spoke to himself as he continued on with his schedule.

Classes were over before he knew it. On his way home, he picked up April. The trip was filled with silence. As much as he wanted to joke around with her and make her smile, August could not bring himself to say a thing, the events from before still all too clear on his mind.

Perturbed by her older brother’s unusual bout of silence and by the fact he didn’t bother her about not holding his hand, April picked up on the tension naturally. “Nii-chan, Did something happen?” In her eyes, August was a ray of sunshine this bleak world most certainly needed. For something to bring him down, it may as well spell the end of the world. “Did your girlfriend break up with you?”

The question came out of nowhere, catching him by surprise, August sharply inhaled and somehow managed to choke on his own spit. It was a mystery as to whether his face was flushed with embarrassment, anger, or lack of air. Regardless, it took him several seconds to regain some of his composure. ”W-what? Are you crazy? When, who did I start dating? God, April what is going on in that head of yours? If I were to date anyone it would be one of the club members. Haven’t you seen them?” As he spoke, he pulled out a picture from his wallet. It was a group photo of the group before their first gig at the local cafe, the anticipation on their young faces making them look all the more youthful. Pointing at Hiro and Akiyuki in particular, August aggressively made his point.

April’s eyes widened at his statement, never once expecting for her brother to lean the other way in the slightest. The moment she laid her gaze on the photograph, her breath hitched for other reasons, her attention fixed on Lucifer. His red eyes immediately caught her attention. ’His hair looks so soft...’ She was in a daze for some time as if to engrave his every feature into her little heart. Gradually coming to, she raised her deadpan gaze to look her brother in the eye. “You have some really bad tastes. Nii-chan.”

With a scoff, he quickly put the picture away and took her hand to lead her home. “ Oh, hush. What would you know? You can underestimate Hiro if you want, but Akiyuki, he...” The mention of the glorious leader of the Music club brought August back to the events from before. The president’s domineering gaze washing over him was like the winter’s chill. While he loved the President’s kindness, the chill brought yet another charm to the bespectacled president. “Never underestimate the president.”

The two continued to chat away happily and eventually reached their home, an average three bedroom apartment. August was the first one to enter. Before he even knew what had happened, an object flew past him, missing his face by mere centimeters and shattered on impact, painting the wall a light brown color with what little liquor remained. August didn’t even have to look down at his feet to guess what it was. Nor did he have to guess who had thrown it.

His expression showed no panic, his smile just as at peace as when they were walking home, seemingly unaffected by the sudden development. Turning to his sister, he bent down and helped her take off her shoes before removing his own. “It has been a while, hasn’t it? Be careful not to step on the glass. Head off to your room and do your homework. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.” He instructed her with a gentle smile, closing off any room for negotiation. Though hesitant, April meekly nodded her head and rushed upstairs.

Once he was assured his sister was safe, August’s gentle expression hardened into an indifferent one as it swept over to the frail woman sitting slumped on the floor with her back against the wall. Taking note of the pills on the ground and how she was only half conscious, muttering nothing but utter nonsense, August sighed and started cleaning up the mess of bottles she left lying around along with the shattered one. The two probably surprised her when they entered the home without warning. That or she wanted to hit but was too tired to do so. “Alcohol is a funny thing, isn’t it?” He quietly spat, voice laced in disgust as he finished up and put all the pills back in place.

After stuffing them into her blazer pocket, August picked the woman up and took her to her bedroom. She groaned in irritation along the way, angry that he had the nerve to carry her around like some kind of useless sack of meat. Unfortunately, that’s all their mother ever was. The smell of drink on her was very strong. If he wasn’t so used to it, he would have vomited and left her alone to die alone of a cold. However, the family relied on her hefty paychecks. Until he could move out with April, there was nothing else he could do.

Not so gently setting her down onto her bed, he tossed a blanket over her and left without another word. Their mother was a drunkard. With the limited resources around them, it was only natural she would relapse every now and then. With her in this state, it was like August had two children to care for. Looking around, things were still in disarray here and there. Speedily cleaning up with well-practiced movements, August quickly tidied up so he could bathe and remove the stench she left on him.

Once all was done, he finally set his attention on the kitchen and began to prepare dinner and tomorrow’s lunches. For dinner, he made curry with rice. For April, he added panda shaped onigiri to the dish, his love for the cute creatures showing again. As a side, he pulled out some milk bread buns he made the other day out of the cabinet and he finished off the meal with leftover macarons he had made the day before. Satisfied, he called April down and they had a peaceful dinner.

With their mother off in her bedroom, the two managed to chat along about their days happily, August neglecting to mention the fight that broke out as he twisted the truth. ”Ah, some classmates, the club members and I got an assignment from the teacher. I’ll be out at an art exhibit this weekend. I don’t know how long it will last. Would you be able to stay with a friend?” With their mother’s erratic temperament, it was safe to say, leaving April at home alone with her wasn’t an option.

April swallowed down the last remains of the panda before nodding her head. “Heh, you say things like this and you still tell me you aren’t seeing anyone? You don’t have to hide it. As long as they make you happy, they have my approval.” She teased him with a sly smile on her face. This time, August was used to the weird joke and only rolled his eyes. ”I already told you, I’m not dating nor do I plan to date. I already have the cutest little sister in the world anyway. You’re enough of a responsibility as is.” He replied with a full of himself smirk of his own.

As usual, her cheeks flushed with the familiar mixture of anger and embarrassment. “Y-you! Why are you so weird and shameless, you siscon!” Unable to tolerate him any longer, April ran upstairs to her room. Satisfied with her reaction, August focused his attention on his meal before tidying the kitchen and dining area up for the next day.

By the end of it, he was more than ready for bed. He wandered off to his room and pulled out his grandfather’s guitar, gently plucking away a bittersweet tune. The upcoming exhibit was the primary thing on his mind, his thoughts wandering back to the girls their classmate would be going with. ”They’d better not fuck this up.” He mumbled to the moon that hung in the sky right out of his window. Though it’s phases were different, the bright ball more or less remained the same. If they lost the club because of them, there was no way August would let them off. Even now, he planned on some pranks he could bring up to Lucifer later. The fellow club member was like his partner in crime. As for who his first target would be, only two blonde pigtails came to mind. That night, he quietly swore to save those pair of glasses from a life of suffering.


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Penelope Larson

Location: Classroom ---> Art club --> Home
Interaction: Michelle ( @DANAsaur), Alice (@Karyra), Naomi (@xLarius)
Mentions: August (@Iceydaze), Akiyuki and Lucifer(@Shinku⭐Kun), and Hiro (@Kurogane86)


Penelope sat in her desk, with macaroon still in her hair as they finished the details of art gallery. Eventually, they were dismissed to go about the rest of their day. It wasn't like Nelly could pay attention well in class though, considering the circumstances. When the bell finally rang and set them free, Penelope darted to the art club to join her friends.

Clearly all was not well, and the atmosphere radiated that. When it was time for them to go home, Nelly instantly went to painting once she got there. She set up a large canvas outside and filled up some balloons with paint. Then she started to throw the balloons at the canvas, her usual way to get out frustration.

Why did it have to end up like this? Their club on the verge of collapse. And the only way to possibly fix the problem was to work with that dumb music club at the art gallery? None of this was going to turn out well, was it? Those men would probably ruin the gallery knowing them. She threw other balloon filled with paint.

And why the heck did Akiyuki and Lucifer mention something about her being cute...

A light pink blush started to form on Penelope's cheeks. Then suddenly she threw another balloon at her canvas. "Those two were probably just trying to tease me! I mean, that stupid president of the music club totally broke Mishie's heart. And Lucifer! How can he be so mean to my lovely angel Nini. Anyone mean to that angel is a demon! Besides, Mishie, Ali, and Nini are so much better looking than me."

She threw another balloon. And the worst part...she would be stuck with that sadist red-head! What was that guy's problem anyway? He totally purposely dropped all those macaroons on her. Why did he always pick on her? She never did anything to him to deserve all that awful attention. So why did he always bother her?

"It seems like my little soldier is upset," a male voice said. Penelope turned to see her dad walking over to her. He was in his usual military uniform her wore to work every day.

"Papa, what are you doing home so early?"

"I forgot something here, so I came by to pick it up," he responded back. "Is something the matter?"

Nelly sighed. "Oh, it's awful. The art club could end up being disbanded and the only way to fix it is to work with the men who are the worst of the worst in that school. They treat my friends and me so badly. And they are probably going to ruin our last chance knowing them. I just don't know what to do."

"You keep fighting," her father then said back. He placed his hand on the top of her head and rubbed it. He gave her a smile. Nelly was about to reply to him but her phone suddenly went off. "Go ahead and get that." Her father headed back into the house.

Penelope took out her phone and looked at it. It was the art club group chat. She smiled as she thought about the advice her father had given her. "Well, a general would know best, right?" She tapped her response into the phone and sent it:

We're going to look amazing and act really great even with those nasty music club meanies! Because then if things get messed up it's totally going to obviously be their fault and not ours. So then everyone will know that all the problems up until now have been their fault this whole time. And wouldn't it be funny to watch those boys trip on their own dropped jaws when they see how beautiful all of us are! Maybe after all of this they will finally just leave us alone to do our art!
 
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Lucifer Marlo Lestrange
Location - His Apartment

After unlocking the door of his apartment, Lucifer opened the door with a heavy sigh and stepped inside his place. As he closed the door behind him and locked it back, the black-haired guy looked around the room, noticing the slight mess he had around. It was a good thing that his curtains were closed. Sighing once again, he walked toward a table that was a few steps in front of him, and dropped his messenger bag on it, along with his keys. Then, he took off his shoes and lightly kicked them under the table.

"Alright, time to fix his place a little bit," he said, pulling up the sleeves of his shirt just enough to be able to move his hands and arm freely and comfortable. Without losing more time, Lucifer proceeded to clean his messy apartment, picking up a few socks, shirts, and other clothing that were on the floor, and some empty plates and glasses he probably used this morning and maybe yesterday. Once he made sure he picked all of his clothes and put on their respective places his shoes, he went to the small kitchen and began to wash every dirty dish he collected, happily humming any random tune that passed through his mind.

Being an independent student, and having to live all by himself wasn't that bad for Lucifer, but he admitted that he missed his little brother back on his parents home. Their place was obviously bigger, and his brother annoying like hell, but, boy, how much Lucifer loved that small adorable nuisance. However, he also knew that it was time for him to move out of the nest as he couldn't bear any longer living with his parents. They were just too much of a pain in the ass for Lucifer now. He also was waiting to be old enough to be away from them as possible for a long time, especially after the way they treated him, forcing him to do things he didn't want to.

"I just hope he is okay," he thought with a wryly smile once he finished washing the last dirty dish. Once he closed the sink, he put the wet dishes on one side of the sink to let them dry by themselves. As he walked to the center of his place, Lucifer looked around and nodded with approval as everything was finally clean and neat once again. Too bad everything would be chaos tomorrow morning... Like always.

Yawning, Lucifer lifted his left wrist to look at the time on his watch, noticing it was already a little bit past the 6 o'clock. He decided it was the perfect time to take a well-deserved shower. After all, he cleaned his whole apartment... All by himself! Scoffing, he turned around and walked towards a small hallway that had a bathroom, big enough for one person, at the back. Once inside, Lucifer quickly stripped his clothes and hit the shower, sighing deeply with relief when he felt the cold, yet pleasant water against his body. He felt as if all of his worry going away through the drain.

Sadly, the memories of the events that happened today in his school with the Art Club, and how they now are forced to go to an Art Gallery Opening began to haunt his mind. How he let this happen? He couldn't believe that he did nothing to oppose to that idea and think about something to change the white-haired Demon's mind. He also couldn't believe that his so-called "best friends" gave him their backs and agreed with such a suicide idea.

"There wasn't any options? That's bullshit, prez, you know that. Just move on from your breakup already. It's not the goddamn end of the world, for fuck's sake, man."


After a few minutes, Lucifer got out of the shower, and after drying his body and dressing on his Shiba Inu pajamas, he got out of the bathroom, frowning with annoyance when he supposed to feel and be relaxed after taking a shower. But, of course, every time he has to think about the pests from the Art Club, his good mood always got spoiled, especially when that stinky bunny obsessed idiot crosses his mind. Why does she have to cross his mind in the first place, though? Lucifer didn't have any idea, but one thing he was sure was that Naomi Kyoya was an idiot and the worst from that band of Picasso wannabes.

Growling with anger, Lucifer stormed through a couple of stairs all the way to the second floor where his room was located. Laying gracefully on his bed was his beloved, and one and only violin. Smiling happily, and just feeling that all of his problems once again vanished, he sat on his bed, crossed his legs and grabbed his violin.

"Oh, I missed you!" he said with excitement, smiling widely with some tear at the back of his eyes. They were tears of joy.

After a brief moment, Lucifer picked the bow of the violin, and as he laid his precious instrument on his shoulder, he closed his eyes and thought about what beautiful piece he could play to delight this evening. Something good to ease his heart, and wash away everything that happened today as if it was just a nightmare. Then, a piece came to his mind as if his violin spoke to him telepathically:

"La fille aux cheveux de lin", or as American people call it, "The Maid with the Flaxen Hair", by Claude Debussy.

Yes, the original composition is on piano, but Lucifer now a violin version performed by the Slovak Radio Symphony Orchestra and Richard Stoltzman. A beautiful piece most people know thanks to one of the Windows 7 default music files. Clearing his throat and taking a deep breath, Lucifer began to play the piece with his violin, getting lost on each note.


After finishing the final notes of such a perfect composition, and pretty much underrated, Lucifer lowered his violin and bow, smiling delightfully. Taking a deep breath, he turned to his right and gently placed the violin on its stand that was near the right side of his bed and laid the bow on top of a small nightstand.

Suddenly thinking about Akiyuki, and how much he actually enjoyed that piece of music on its original version, of course, Lucifer took his phone, which was on his bed. When he unlocked it, he browsed through his contacts and found Akiyuki's number to send him a quick text:

"Yo, Prez, guess what I just played now, my man! It was "The Maid with the Flaxen Hair", one of your favorites! As always, your tastes in music are just too perfect! Looking forward to our meeting tomorrow! (: "

After sending the text, Lucifer laid on his back and put his head on his pillow. His scarlet eyes were now staring at the ceiling of his apartment that had a few pictures stuck here and there, most of them about him and his friends of the Art Club. He couldn't resist smiling brightly as the memories of those moments came back to his mind, still fresh as if they happened yesterday. Those were good times, indeed.

After not receiving a reply from Akiyuki, Lucifer blinked with confusion, and he raised his right hand holding his phone and looking at his texts chat. He noticed that Akiyuki hasn't seen his text yet. Now, he was just kind of worried.

"Mmh... Maybe he ran out of battery again," he mumbled and shrugged before tossing his phone to his left.

After a few minutes, and still waiting for Akiyuki's reply, Lucifer fell asleep.
 
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Naomi Kyoya
Location: School ||The Classroom -> Home|| #FF9999
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Naomi was silent as the discussion came to an end. She lingered in the room for a while longer before taking a deep breath. If there was something they could all agree upon, it was that they had all wanted to save their club. She'd simply stay far, far, away from the music club and hope for the best. Especially the devil. He made her act in a way she disliked. He made her act like her brother when he went off his daily chocolate diet. Naomi shivered.

Before she knew it, she heard the final bell ring. A long sigh exited her mouth. "Kyo, ya." A male voice chirped up. At the voice Naomi flinched before looking at her classmate's face. "Mind sharing your notes...? Is what I was going to say but you look like you could use a friend." Naomi frowned, had she been that transparent? She gazed at her peer's emerald eyes before deciding that she had to do a better job of concealing her feelings. Kaye, her classmate that always had an ending class, or a beginning class with her. He would ask her every lesson if she could borrow her notes, sometimes she wondered what exactly he was doing during the class, that and why he always asked her. Perhaps it was because throughout his playboy habits, she was a guarantee. Naomi didn't mind though, she hated to admit it but sometimes he was the highlight of her day.

"Does it have something to do with your losing streak? Isn't that because of your president? The commotion this mornin' was really something." He said, his voice full of curiosity. Naomi placed her hands on the desk before standing shooting him a cold look, "I'm leaving. Have a good day. Maybe you start taking your own notes soon." Kaye frowned before standing up, following her to the door, "Kyoya, you know that I didn't mean it like that-" Naomi let out another huff before covering her ears, her brows furrowing, "Please just leave me alone."

Naomi felt her day exponentially getting worse and worse with each moment. When she arrived home she allowed the silence to surround herself before calling out, "I'm home." It took mere seconds before she was quickly tackled by her little brother. "Laaaaate! Nao you're so laaaaate!" He scolded her, waggling his pointer finger at her. Naomi felt all of her anxiety wash off of her as she patted her brother's head. "Can I put you in my backpack and bring you to school with me?" She asked as he rapidly shook his head, "Nope! Never! I tried it myself! I'm too big." He said with a serious expression on his face. "Then can you let go of me?" Daichi continued smiling, "Never." Naomi let out another sigh as she dragged her brother through the house, a typical afternoon. She wrote, 'home' under both her, and her brother's name. Her mother still wasn't home, and her father was arriving late. Her grandmother.. Well she was practically always home, after all, her embroidery club meetings were always hosted at their house. Naomi looked down at her brother.

She wished she could tell him about her problems but alas, he didn't need that on his conscience. She heard a 'blip!' from her phone as she struggled to get to the dining table, she raised her arms in order to hold it out of her brother's reach. Naomi watched as the texts appeared on the screen with a soft smile. Their club leader had started off the conversation, as Penelope seemed to fire off an idea about appearing gorgeous. At that comment Naomi raised an eyebrow, appearing pretty seemed like a waste of time. She furrowed her eyebrows, 'Besides, it'd be best to dress up for someone you actually care about, right?' Daichi jumped up in order to get the phone before he begun pouting, "Nao! If you keep frowning you're going to be super wrinkly like granny. Ewwww." Naomi tried not to smile as she flicked his forehead, "Dai! Manners. What if she heard you?"

"Heard what, exactly?" At that question Naomi froze, "I-I'm home grandmother." She said turning around. "Plum tree put that phone down. It's not the end of the world if you put it down for a moment. My gods, I heard from Mrs. Lee this afternoon that her daughter Emily said you caused a ruckus again. I'm scared at this rate you're going to end up like your sister. Maybe I should make you stop attending that art club. It's reputation is being flushed down the drain! Mrs. Lee's daughter Emily is in student council, honors classes, and still is able to attend Chinese classes! Why can't you be more like her..." Naomi would never admit it but she zoned out as her grandmother went on and on and on. She slowly nodded as Daichi yawned, "Pardon me grandmother but I'm going to help Daichi with his homework before bed. Tomorrow is an art exhibit I must attend to for schooling purposes." Her grandmother frowned before waving her hand in a dismissive manner. "Then hurry up. You two aren't getting any younger just by standing around, and about that art exhibit... Make sure you wear something suitable. Don't embarrass me."

Freedom! Naomi held Daichi's hand before walking to her room, he hopped into her bed before stealing her blanket and rolling into a burrito. She sat against her bed coping down her notes on to another notebook. She'd use these to apologize for her attitude towards her peer earlier in the day. Naomi hugged her knees, at least that was one problem settled. She took out her phone replying,

"i just hope they respect the other viewers there and at least fake a little interest. i'll bring my snot blossom painting tomorrow."

Darn autocorrect.

"snow* i'm going to head to bed soon, my brother's getting a little cranky."

After she hit send, Daichi slapped the phone out of her hand afterwards flopping back face down into the bed, "Bed time." Naomi held in a sigh, "Or now." Naomi laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, 'Tomorrow will be a good day.' If the devil didn't get on her nerves tomorrow this statement could be true. Why did he insist on being so irritating? If he and the racket club could just stay out of their lives they wouldn't even need to attend the event together! She huffed. She wouldn't let him be the last thought in her head, otherwise she was going to get nightmares.

Naomi hoped that in the very least that tomorrow would be a better day.

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Akiyuki Brooks
Music Club President | Location: Home
Mentions: Hiro, and Michelle

"Dinner is ready!"

As a butler announced the start of dinner when he opened the two big doors of the dining room of the Brooks Mansion, he stepped aside and clapped his hands twice. Shortly, a group of maid gently came in, dragging a food cart that had an appetizer, the main dish, and a delicious dessert, along with an expensive wine made with Pinot Noir grapes, and a cherry pop soda for Akiyuki as he requested. It's not that he has the age to drink alcohol anyways, though. Akiyuki was more than excited for dessert like a child with a never-ending love for sweets. If it was for him, he probably would just skip the main dishes and jump right to eat the dessert, but, of course, his mother couldn't abide him to do so.

On the long and big table for eight people, Yuu Brooks, Akiyuki's father, was seated on the main seat, followed by his beloved wife Asuna, on his left, and Akiyuki, on his right. As the maids reached their location, the Brooks family proceeded to gently put a serviette on their laps, just like the typical rich people do.

"As an opening dish, we have Cheddar Apple Butternut Squash Soup with Cinnamon Pecan Crumble, Brooks-san's favorite," said the butler as he joined the maids, which began to put the soup dishes on the table in front of their hosts. With a soft smile, Yuu looked down at his soup, gently picking a spoon to devour his favorite appetizer. Akiyuki, on the other hand, wasn't very happy about this soup. In simple words, he hated this soup a lot, especially because of the high amount of squash it had. Even the smell made him look away with disgust, but as his mother always taught him that you should always eat what is put on your plate and be grateful about it, after all, there's a lot of people out there that would die to put something on their stomachs.

"Itadakimasu!" said Asuna with a smile as she proceeded to scoop some soup with her spoon and delight her palate with the rich goodness of squash, cheese, and apple. It was like a mysterious symphony that could make any tongue dance with ecstasy. Again, not for the poor Akiyuki. He was pretty much forced to eat this, and he wondered if his father requested this dish on purpose, knowing how much he hated it. Clicking his tongue with annoyance, Akiyuki swallowed hard before picking his spoon and hesitantly scooping the soup. As he lifted the spoon, he stopped mid-air, staring at it for a while. A drop of sweat appeared on his forehead as he thought how disgusting and awful the squash was. He also cursed that madman that thought that it was a good idea mixing cheese with squash. Why would somebody do that, right, but here he was now... Eating a whole soup of it.

"That's not the way you should stare at your food," Yuu spoke with his rash and deep voice, snapping Akiyuki from his thoughts. Holding his breath, Akiyuki couldn't do anything but open his mouth and finally take a bite of this nightmarish soup. As expected, he felt how his stomach pretty much swirled and curled with disgust, asking Akiyuki what it did to deserve such a punishment. Sighing softly, Asuna slowly looked at her son with a small smile. "I know how much you hate this soup, but it will all worth it at dessert time."

Interested and curious, Akiyuki slowly looked at his mother, raising his right eyebrow. "Can I ask you what did you asked for dessert?" he said, completely intrigued. With a giggle, Asuna picked napkin and gently wiped her mouth. "Ah, just your favorite, my dear: Red Velvet Cheesecake." Widening his eyes with shook and feeling his heart melt with greatness, Akiyuki slowly looked down at his soup and gently pushed his glasses closer to his eyes, the lenses twinkling with a small light. Now with a newfound determination, he began to eat the soup quicker, just forcing his brain to think it was something else, which actually helped him to forget he was devouring pieces of squash.

Finally finishing his dish, Akiyuki grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth, slowly leaning his back on his seat. Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrating in the right pocket of his pants. Blinking twice, he pushed back his seat just enough for him to put his hand inside his pocket to reach his phone. As he looked at the screen, he saw it was a message from... Michelle!? Secretly lifting his head to look at his parents to make sure they weren't looking at him using the phone at dinner, he quickly looked back at his phone, tapping the notification to look at the message.

In the short text, Michelle told him that she already confirmed his club invitation to the Gallery Opening, which caught him by surprise as he thought that the school had their invitation confirmed, knowing that they wanted them there. Humming with confusion, what he read next almost gave him a heart attack: the Music Club practically NEEDED TO PERFORM, NO REFUSES ALLOWED.

Feeling his jaw drop with shock, Akiyuki re-read the text like five times in a row to make sure he wasn't reading wrong. Then, when he finally came to the realization and understanding that the Music Club HAD to play in the Gallery Opening, he bolted from his chair and stood on his feet.

"Oh, hell, no!" he shouted out loud and at the top of his lungs, startling his parents, and the poor maids that were already picking the soup dishes to proceed with the main course. Blinking with confusion, everyone in the dining room turned their head to look at Akiyuki, which after noticing that he shouted in the middle of the room, blushed with embarrassment. Clearing his throat, he fixed his glasses before apologizing and dropping his butt back to his seat, still startled by Michelle's text.

Breathing heavily, Akiyuki put his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together, putting them under his chin. He looked down at the table, concerned about this new situation he found himself. It was bad for him. Like really, REALLY bad for him as he hasn't played in front of an audience for like six months after losing the local Japanese School Festival, where a lot of local schools, public and private alike, collided on a competition to show off their talents, and see who is the best. Since Akiyuki founded the Music Club, Ryoo High School has been on a winning streak on the Arts category, alongside the Arts Club. Hence, that's why these clubs were the pride of Ryoo High. However, after Akiyuki's relationship with Michelle ended last year, everything went downside for him. His motivation and inspiration got so negatively affected that unfortunately, the Music Club lost the School Festival last year to their rival school. A three-times-winning streak broken in the blink of an eye. Akiyuki blamed himself for that loss, and after that, he refused to play for an audience or anybody else. The Art Club also lost too, by the way, and it was quite the news as Michelle pretty much made a dramatic scene when she literally torn to pieces her art-piece in front of the judges after finding it "not good enough for an exhibition".

"Fakku no tame ni!" he thought, frowning with annoyance, slightly tapping his right foot on the floor. "This is great, man... Just great! I'm going to make myself like a fool in front of a lot of people and the Art Club. Oh, yes! Just what I needed! Thank you, Kami-sama, FOR NOTHING!"

By the time Akiyuki cleared away his pissed thoughts, the maids already placed the main dish of tonight's dinner: Ginger Glazed Mahi Mahi, sided with white rice, and oranges slices. As the great smell hit Akiyuki's nose like an uppercut, his mouth watered and his stomach growled with hunger. As he picked his knife and fork without hesitation, the troubled guy found himself already digging into his food, happily delighting his taste buds with seafood goodness. It didn't need to be said that Akiyuki found this dish a million times better than the squash soup atrocity.

After a few minutes, the maids proceeded to serve the drinks, pouring some wine to Yuu and Asuna, and the cherry pop soda to Akiyuki, which he happily took the glass and gulp down the drink quick enough to ask for another round. His father stared at him with a serious expression, raising his left eyebrow as Asuna simply scoffed with a smile, trying to hold back her laughter by placing her right hand over her mouth. After a few minutes, the Brooks finished eating their Mahi Mahi, and Akiyuki was more than ready for the dessert.

As the maid began to pick the empty dishes to make way to the dessert plates, Akiyuki's phone vibrated again. As he took a quick look at it, he noticed it was a text from Hiro, randomly expressing his admiration for him after apologizing for something. Akiyuki guessed it had to do with the Art Gallery Opening. Sighing, he began to write a response:

"Hiro-kun, you are worrying too much about this. Don't give it too much though, my dear friend. All we have to do is attend there for a couple of hours giving our best behavior. It's not really that hard, you know? Let's show these Art Club clowns of what we are capable of! O vOb. TTYL, I'm having dinner with my family at the moment."

After reading his text one last time, Akiyuki tapped the send button with a smile.

"Are you using your phone, Akiyuki Brooks?" asked Yuu, making Akiyuki's tense. He has been discovered using his phone by his father, the last person he wanted. Swallowing hard, he lowered his phone on his lap before raising his head to look in front of him. His parents were staring at him, with their desserts in front of them. Akiyuki's was there too, for like a minute ago, but he was way too distracted attending his phone.

"S-Sorry... I was just giving my friend a quick text," he said softly, lowering his gaze to his plate. Yuu frowned with disapproval as he kept staring at his son. Feeling a heavy aura of tension in the room, Asuna quickly cleared her throat and picked her spoon, looking down at the piece of Red Velvet Cheesecake in front of her. "O-Oh, this cake sure looks tasty!" she said with a nervous giggle, trying her best to focus their attention to her. "W-We should eat it before it gets warm. Cheesecakes are best enjoyed while co-"

"So, apparently your friends are more important than your family?" interrupted Yuu, staring daggers at Akiyuki, which lifted his head to look back at him with a slight frown. "Of course not," he replied with a bitter taste in his mouth, already knowing that things were about to get bad between him and his father. He wasn't surprised at all, though. Their encounters are always awful, especially after Akiyuki told his father that he won't be following his footsteps and be his successor in his business company. Rather, he would dedicate his life to the music industry and become a singer/songwriter. Of course, this was something unacceptable for Yuu, as his family has been in the business world for generations. He couldn't just let his son "ruin" their reputation and history just because of his "foolish and childish" teenage dreams.

"Then, why are you using your phone in the middle of a family dinner!?" asked with his voice risen, smacking the dining table with his fists, startling Asuna, and the nearby maids. Not believing that his father was making his typical dramatic scene about trivialities, Akiyuki frowned deeply, clenching his hands into fists under the table. "It was just a quick text," he said again, his heart beating with anger. "I told him I would talk to him later after having this dinner." Clicking his tongue, Yuu leaned his back on his seat and look away, rubbing the center of his forehead with his right finger. "The Music Club, the goddamn Music Club! It always about that stupid club with you! You can't even have a peaceful family dinner without leaving those lowlives aside for a few hours. Hmph! It doesn't surprise me at all why Dubois-san left you."

Widening his eyes in horror as he couldn't believe what his ears just heard, Akiyuki jumped to his feet and angrily swiped his right arm on the table, smacking off everything that was on its path. His phone fell on the floor, along with the Red Velvet plate and Cherry Pop Soda glass shattering as soon as they hit the floor, the drink splashing around, and the cake just splatting over. Growling angrily, Akiyuki turned to his right to face his chair and kicked it away from him, crashing it against the floor. Yelping with shock, Yuu quickly stood up from his chair and when he was about to yell at his son, Akiyuki turned around and pointed at him, giving him a death glare.

"Don't you just fucking mention my friends ever again!" he shouted at him, not caring at all the way he was speaking to his father. "You call them lowlifes!? Give me a break, old man! They are way better than you, and really appreciate me!" Akiyuki let his rage come out from him like a dragon would let his fire ignite everything outside. He spat every letter, every word like a snake would spit its poison. He knows that he promised his beloved mother that he would control himself, and avoid arguing with his father, but this was the last straw. It was one thing insulting him and making him feel like the worst son ever, but insulting his precious friends and calling them "lowlife"? No. He just couldn't bat an eye to that or act deaf. They were everything to him, and he wouldn't let anybody try to hurt them.

Yuu widened his eyes, stunned as he heard his son disrespect him and talking to him with such hate. It was all so surreal to him, but it was happening. Even Asuna looked up to him with her hands over her mouth and tears in her eyes. All she wanted was just a peaceful family dinner. Nothing else. She just wanted her beloved husband and son tag along together for once, and just when she thought it was finally happening everything blew right on her face.

"Don't you ever dare to refer to them like that! You are such a despicable person that I'm ashamed to be your son! I hate you, and wish you were dead instead of Oji-san!"

A loud gasped echoed around the dining room, coming out from the maids, the butler, and Asuna, which quickly got on her feet. "A-Akiyuki! How dare you say something like that!?" she said out loud, her voice cracking into a cry. She placed her hands on her chest, shaking her head. "All that I wanted was for us to spend a peaceful dinner... Why you guys always need to be like this! Why!?" Swallowing hard, Yuu slowly dropped himself on his seat, and look down at the table, speechless after hearing his son wishing him to be dead. Maybe he knew he has been way too harsh on him, but really didn't expect him to say such strong words.

Tearing up angrily or sad or maybe both Akiyuki turned to his left an began to run away from the dining room, pushing aside a few maids that were on his way. As he exited the dining room, he ran all the way to his room, and once he got there, he shut the door close, locking it. Holding his head with his hands, he turned around and screamed his lungs out, angry with himself and everything around him. He also said a few curses and punched a couple of times to one of the walls of his room, bruising and cutting his knuckles a little. Then, he screamed more, but this time out of pain. He was just so done with everything right now that it wouldn't be a surprise if he thought of ending it all by just killing himself.

After a few hours, Akiyuki fell asleep on the floor after crying and yelling, his glasses laying on the floor, on the right side of his head.



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Michelle Dubois

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Not long after she sent the text message to her members, Michelle received a response from Alice. Her brows furrowed a little before feeling embarrassed. Attending art exhibits might be natural for her but it might be a rare event for others. She felt a bit embarrassed that she didn't give the girls some guidance about the event. No matter she thought to herself as she started to type her response I'll tell them tomorrow what to expect at the art gallery.

There's nothing to worry about, Alice. I'll make sure everything is taken care of. In fact, I want you all to come with me to the manor after school. Perhaps bring clothes if you want a sleepover.


Michelle then grabbed a notebook and started writing down the things she needed to do before going to bed. Number one on her list was to call her fashion designer and arrange a fitting for both the art and music club. Although she trusts her fashion team that can finish everyone's custom clothes by Saturday morning, they still need to do a fitting to make sure that everything is perfect. She cannot let her girls, most especially the music club, look like they've never been to an art gallery before.

Her phone dinged once again. Reading sweet Penelope's message, Michelle felt her heart skip a beat. This might be the first time for Akiyuki to see her all dressed up. W-Wait...What am I thinking?! Shaking her head furiously as anger slowly bubbled inside her, she quickly typed her reply and hit send.

We always look amazing, Penelope. And to be honest, I don't really care if they drooled. As long as they're on their very best behavior, they can do whatever they want. But we can't let them mess up because if they did, it will reflect badly on us.


Naomi replied as well. For a moment, Michelle furrowed her eyebrows when Naomi mentioned a snot blossom. She was a bit confused but upon seeing the correction, she giggled.

That would be great, Naomi. I'm sure a lot of guests will appreciate your painting.


She then wrote on her notebook that she needed to inform Jacques about the painting. She had to make sure that the snow blossom painting will be placed in an area where it will be seen by everyone.

Once she was done talking to the girls and said goodnight, Michelle stretched her arms and sighed. It seems she'll be getting little to no sleep tonight.

Morning came and Michelle felt exhausted. She only had three hours of sleep thanks to her being so hands-on. She stayed up all night talking to her designer regarding the music club's outfits. Each and every one of the suits needs to be unique yet impeccable. It also needs to be cohesive as a group and needs to match their dresses as well.

After that, she talked to Jacques about the painting. Talking to that french man made her want to chop her head off. Not only did they get into a heated argument about her not bringing a painting, but they also argued about the date thing. By dawn, they finally compromised that Michelle will showcase an old painting and that Jacques will definitely become her second date.

Michelle arrived at the classroom feeling a bit sick. She still looks as beautiful as ever but her body language was a bit sluggish. Her maids did try to stop her from going to school so she can get more sleep but all she gave them was a glare. She cannot skip school today. Not when they have an event tomorrow.

She made her way in front of the class and started writing her announcement using the chalk. She really isn't feeling well right now and instead of going over the event details over and over again, might as well write it down.

ANNOUNCEMENT
Fitting and event preparation at Dubois Manor after school. No refusals​

She then sat down on her usual seat and immediately rested her head on her desk, feeling dead tired. She desperately needs to get some sleep.

"I think I should take a nap.. just until someone else arrives"

Finally giving in, the blonde french girl closed her eyes and surrendered herself to sleep.
 
As Hiro was rolling his head all along his keyboard thinking about the upcoming event he looked at his phone once more. "he's busy, he'll respond once he see's it." he said as he placed the phone face down on his piano and stood up heading to the kitchen. He looked at the fridge door and mumbling to himself opened it. "he's probably busy, practicing." he perked up a little. "that's right, no one just is a genius like that it takes practice. That's what it is practice." He took out a tea and closed the fridge, he popped the top and was about to take a sip when he heard the little chime from his phone. He dropped his drink and took off running to the piano room. He was running full force so when he turned his socks on the hardwood took him for a ride into the wall. Hiro hit and shook off the fall only thinking about his fearless leaders' message. "i'm coming Akiyuki." he finally got to his phone and read...

"Hiro-kun, you are worrying too much about this. Don't give it too much though, my dear friend. All we have to do is attend there for a couple of hours giving our best behavior. It's not really that hard, you know? Let's show these Art Club clowns of what we are capable of! O vOb. TTYL, I'm having dinner with my family at the moment."

after reading the text Hiro looked fulfilled. "my President thinks of me as a dear friend" he smiled as he read those words over and over again. "of course i am, i'm the only one that can stand by his side, i am a world class pianist and he a genius guitarist. we will stand on the pillars of music one day as an unstoppable duo." His eyes darted to the bottom of the text. he immediately wrote back. "my apologies President. i didn't mean to disturb your meal. As a self imposed punishment i will practice until my fingers bleed. I look forward to being in your presence tomorrow." he hit send and tossed his phone across the room, "and now, to fulfill my punishment. Hiro looked truly inspired. "today i will fill this shitty neighborhood with the sounds of the gods, the music of the heavens." He put on an evil smile. "now come out from your troughs you swines and listen to the music of a God!"

Hiro started playing 1836: Schumann’s Toccata in C Major Op. 7 a truly difficult song but this was the only way he could push himself, he tackled the hardest songs in the world and played them as if his life depended on it, because for Hiro it did.
 
With a cookie half in her mouth, Alice read Penelope's response. That... was not an answer. Alice scanned her closet, and none of those would be allowed in the museum. Which meant clothing shopping. Which meant that she had to really find cheap dresses in her size. Which was increasingly unlikely.

Well, she could probably do it now and spare herself the agony of having people see her struggle with dresses. But... she could also just eat another cookie. The cookie was easier. Her phone went off again and she read it through. Naomi, huh? "Snot flower...? Oh she must mean snow flower."

Flicking back through the mass of texts, Alice realized Michelle had offered a sleepover. She should probably prepare for that and throw some clothes into her bag.

... Wait. It was dinnertime and she was eating cookies on her bed.

There was probably a better way of going about this. Namely, the dinner table and the fact that they had so many leftovers that they could probably donate a bunch to science with how old they were. Alice sat up and moved to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and picking out the least alive looking of the tupperware.

Those Ribs We Did

Well that label was useless. It did, however, list a really recent date, so it was safe. She popped the whole thing into the microwave and sat on the couch. That show recorded today, right? She put it on and ate the ribs out of the tupperware, and when she was done she cleaned it. She also moved her bag of cookies back to their hiding spot and walked back to her room.

The morning was full of hugs and kisses and sorrys and Alice was used to it.

"Oh, I might be staying over tonight. It's at Michelle's, and I've gotten a bag ready for it. You gonna be working late again tonight?"
Alice asked between bites of cereal.

"Isn't that the rich girl who runs your art club?" he asked, skimming news on his phone.

"Yup. We have a gallery opening tomorrow and-"


He slammed down the phone so hard that Alice flinched. "I'm so proud of you! Which did you put on display? Can you get me tickets? Oooh my baby girl's in a gallery!"

"I'll... ask. But it's really important that it goes well. So... can't I just send you photos of us?"


Her father put on a pouty face. Alice repressed a sigh.

"Don't worry, it'll all go well. I promise. I might sneak you in on a less high stakes night,"
she said. "But for now, I've got school. I'll see you in a few days, okay?"

He held out his arms asking for a hug. Alice rolled her eyes, but gave him one anyway. The hug was tight and all the apologies and kisses from this morning were packed in. Alice had to pry herself out of it before she decided to move in to Hug Town and settle down and get a white picket fence and a dog.

The classroom was quiet today, and the teacher had yet to arrive. Michelle seemed to be there too, but asleep on the desk. At least Hiro wasn't here along with the rest of the Band Geeks quite yet. Alice could take in the chalk on the board without too much discussion over it. Which was good, because she had to fight the urge to scream. Oh no, Michelle was going to put her in a fancy dress. A big fancy dress that she was going to ruin the second she moved too fast in it.

"H-hey Michelle? What do you mean by... 'fitting'? Are you getting everyone's outfits?"
Alice said as she gently shook the sleeping girl. "You don't have to do that, you know..."
 

August "Ace" Elliot


August awoke early and got ready for school as usual before heading to the kitchen to feed everyone. Today he chose a simple meal of scrambled eggs and chives, his mind too distracted to focus properly and pour in all of the love he usually filled it with. As he was poking away at the eggs, the cutest voice in the world pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Are you okay, Nii-chan?” April quietly called out to him and put her hand on his shoulder. Looking down at it now, he noted how small her hand was. In his eyes, it was no different than when she was a baby. His heart warmed at the memory of holding her for the first time and he could not help but pull April in for a hug, letting her sit on his lap as he gently squished her in his embrace. ”I’m alright. Don’t worry about it.” He gently patted her head and his usual smile graced his lips, fully enjoying her company.

April was startled at first but upon realizing he was just being weird again, she puffed up her cheeks and pouted. Her thin eyebrows scrunched up as she tried to look very threatening so he would let her go. “Put me down!” She ordered, her voice trembling out of a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

”Hah? You didn’t say the magic word.” Rejecting the very idea, he embraced her tighter in response and tickled her sides while he was at it. She began to struggle in his arms and tried to get away as she laughed and hit the arm that was keeping her in place. “N-no.. Hahaha stop... Please!” She cried, tears in her eyes as she continued to try to wriggle away. August didn’t relent one bit and instead continued his assault, enjoying every second.

“N-Nii-chan!!!” She cried and struggled to breathe between the giggles that involuntarily sprung out of her. It was only then that August released her and turned his attention back to his eggs. ”Hm? April, why are you so disheveled? Hurry up and eat so we can get to schoo-” Just as he was about to innocently pretend none of that ever happened, the sound of a door slamming upstairs brought him to a stop. ’Did she call in or..’

His thoughts were soon answered as the sound of a person rushing downstairs were heard, the heavy thumps hinting that their mother wasn't in the best of moods. Those familiar green eyes they all shared soon popped out from around the corner. Except instead of the adoring light that could be found in April’s eyes, all August could see was a bitter indifference. Now that she entered the room, the atmosphere suddenly grew tense as the two settled down and quietly finished their breakfast.

“Wait.” Just as they were standing to put their plates up and leave, Their mother, Abigail, finally opened her mouth to stop them. “I have something to say… Sit down.” Though she spoke towards them, her gaze was directed towards the table as if she was.. Scared? ’No, that can’t be right.’ August was skeptical but sat back down with his sister and listened to what the woman had to say.

“So…” She started off, still unable to meet their gaze, she looked to something at the side instead and let silence ensued as she tried to find the right words. “I lost my job.” She paused, her balled fists voicing her frustrations for her. “The workplace isn’t a place for a single mom. Can you believe that?” Abigail’s voice was laced with anger but she let out a bitter laugh as if in an attempt to compose herself. “Money will be tight for a while. That’s all.”

Refusing to interact with her children any further, Abigail got up and went back upstairs, leaving the two to digest the news on their own. April worriedly looked at August but all he did was stare at the doorway, almost expecting their mother to return and say it was a prank. Almost. August knew better than anyone that his mother didn’t play around. Part of him was torn between chasing after her to relieve the stress she just placed on his shoulders and the other was worried for what would happen to April’s home from now on.

Was he supposed to do something about this? He was still a teen. If he was to have a future, it would be after finishing high school. Dropping out simply wasn’t an option in this day and age but did that woman have enough saved up to last that long? He would have to address this later. August didn’t notice he had balled his fists until he pulled back out of his thoughts and noticed that his fingernails had pierced the skin on his palms, staining them with that familiar red color he still saw in his dreams. The sight itself made him feel queasy but with his sister around, he couldn’t afford to make a scene.

Before April could notice, August took her plate and went to put it in the sink, taking his time about it while he tended to the small self inflicted wounds, taking note to trim his nails later. Once the bleeding stopped, August turned back to his sister with the same cheery smile he always greeted her with. Que será, será. If there was nothing he could do about it, they could only take it as it is day by day.

The two then headed off to school as usual. August dropped her off, making sure she made it past the doors safe and sound before he headed off to his own school. Normally, he would stop by the art club’s classroom but if yesterday told him anything, it was to not waste his time bothering the girls.. For now. Instead, he went straight to homeroom and took a seat at his desk, doing his best to avoid even looking at those annoying girls.

His gaze soon fell onto the message on the board. It didn’t take much to guess who wrote it. August had but one question. ”T-that’s only for you guys, right?” Pointing at the board, he finally acknowledged the girls in the room and loudly complained. ”Fitting? We don’t have to dress up, do we? I don’t have the money to pay you back, you know!”

Recalling his mother’s sudden unemployed status, August suddenly felt as if it became harder to breathe. Clenching his fist, he took his anger out on the table before slumping into it and burying his heated face in his arms. He didn’t once believe she would do something like this for free. What did they even have to plan with those girls anyway? All the music club had to do was prepare a song, right? Suddenly August didn’t feel good about any of this.


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Penelope Larson

Location: Home --> School --> Classroom
Interaction: Michelle ( @DANAsaur), Alice (@Karyra), August (@Iceydaze)
Mentions: Music club overall


The sound of Penelope's alarm clock went off for the fourth time after she had hit the snooze button the first three times it had alerted her to wake up. Her hand slipped out from the covers and smacked the top of the alarm to turn it off. She slowly opened one of her eyes and started at the clock for a second but she was unable to make out the numbers as they mixed into a blur of one color.

"School..." she muttered to herself as she laid there for a few more seconds until the girl suddenly jumped out of bed and started to get herself ready as she normally did, first putting on those lovely glasses she always wore to finally be able to see everything a lot more clearly. She then got dressed and put her hair up in her pigtails like she always did. Once she was ready she ran out towards the kitchen and had a seat at the table where her parents were sitting, eating their breaking. "Good morning!"

Her father stared down at the watch on his wrist. "Right on time again," he responded. "That's my girl, always getting to the table at the exact same time every morning." He looked over at Nelly and gave her a soft smile then rubbed the top of her head gently for a moment before he went back to eating.

Her mother let out a small laugh. "And after hitting that alarm multiple times too. I don't know how you do it," she commented then went back to eating as well.

"I'm starving," Nelly muttered back as she buttered a piece of toast and stuffed it into her mouth. She ate the rest of her breakfast and then left the house to head to school, walking the way she always went to get there. Upon arrival she headed straight for the classroom this time, sure that her friends might already be in there.

She stepped in with a cheerful smile on her face and raised one of her arms out into the air. "I'm here!" she shouted out cheerfully as her eyes scanned over the classroom to spot her friends, Mishie and Ali were already there together. Penelope stepped closer, heading for her friends but her eyes caught a few other people in the room. And one was a red-headed....dodo bird! Yeah, dodo bird!

Wait?! But dodo birds were kind of cute...

A dark blush came over the girl's cheeks and suddenly she pointed her finger out towards August. "I'm not calling you cute you dodo bird! I mean, not dodo bird!" What the heck was she even saying now?! See, why did August always have to ruin everything? Penelope puffed out her cheeks into a pout for a moment until her eyes caught sight of her lovely friends again and the sparkle returned to her eyes. She floated over towards them.

"Mishie! Ali!"
she commented as she took a seat down next to them. "Wait, what's the matter here?" She glanced between them and saw that something seemed to be off. Was Alice worried about something? And why was August talking to Michelle while pointing to the board? The weirdo's eyes glanced at the board to read the letter written in chalk.

"Fitting? For everyone?" Nelly didn't mind going to Mishie's house to find some clothes. It could be fun. But were those disgraceful guys supposed to be there too because that would totally ruin the whole fun day of trying on fancy clothes with her best friends. It was probably all of them which meant they were going to have to put up with those guys after school too. She released an inner sigh. Why were they ending up in every aspect of her life now? Did fate really want to be that cruel to her? Especially considering that sadistic monster of a man -- no, boy. He didn't deserve the description of a man yet --, August.
 
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