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 Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 10:55 am
"Pfft! Ain't nothin to do here!" The black shoes clacked against the concret on Baikion High. "I can't believe this..." He didn't wear the school jacket for some reason. Guess it was hot out. "An entire school and not one student dun wanna do ANYTHING..." He wore a tie...a blue striped tie...
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 8:23 pm
"My name's Murasaki Tishanki. I'm a seventh calibur Kendo Captin of Baikion high, which is such a drag..." He walked passed some girls who had been eying him for sometime now. "The ladies sure get a kick out of me. I enjoy a few every now and then." He waved back to them and blew them a kiss. Their reaction would surely give him any guy a good feeling; giggles and blushes. "Even as a Kendo captin, I still don't get any action I'd expect." He popped an orange flavored bubble gum into his mouth and began to chew, "I love oranges." He stopped at the sight of a girl...
"Sakura..." He loved her dearly. Ever since he was a little kid, he had a crush on her. But as a kid, he did some things that would make people think of him as a jerk, and still acts like a kid. Sakura wasn't into guys like him. "That's the girl I like out of all the rest. I would give up anything to be with her..." He starred at her from a distance, thinking about what their lives would be like if Sakura and himself were actually going out with eachother. "She hates me, though. I can't seem to stop messing around with her, even when I'm serious. She always takes me the wrong way." He fixed himself, dusting himself, straightning his tie and spitting out his gum. Everything was right, except his hair...
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 8:30 pm
"Okay, Murasaki...Lets get this show on the road!" He thought to himself as he started to walk towards Sakura. She was talking to some of her club members, but that wouldn't stop Murasaki. They looked very compelling for some reason, very threatning. "Easy, boy. Don't get over excited." He thought to himself, trying to control his anxiety.
Through many years, Sakura has been troubled by Murasaki. she never really liked him. He had always been acting stupid when he was with her anyways.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 1:10 pm
Murasaki's Theme"Yeah. I kick a** at video games." He cracked his knuckles then his neck. "I like a** kickin cute girls..." he stopped right in front of Sakura and thought, "So why doesn't Sakura open up to me?" Just standing there and smiling, Sakura reacted as she usually does, "You dumb a**! Why are you just standing THERE!!" she shouted, punching him across his pretty face screaming. "And why does it always end up like this?..." He thought as he skidd on the concret ground. "Come on, girls. Lets go. Leave him there. He'll know what he did wrong." as they left him, crippled and scratched up, Murasaki looked up and said, "Why..." and blacked out.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 2:06 pm
 An Italian in Japan....Chloe looked around nervously. Her first day at this new school.... It was so... strange. She swallowed a little, blushing at some of the looks she was getting. Gah! She hated being so shy... but what could she do when she was the only one with BLONDE hair here?? She groaned lightly and brushed off her akward uniform skirt. Honestly... did they have to be so short? She sighed again and walked to her locker, glancing at the number on her slip before opening it up. She stuffed her bag inside and frowned as she stared into it. She could hear a few students whispering about her. Gr. She hated that!! She slammed her locker and glared at the group of girls next to her. "If you have something to say to me, say it in my face! I DO understand Japanese ya know!" She yelled in perfectly fluent Japanese. The girls stared at her for a moment before chuckling sheepishly, apologizing, then ran off. Chloe snorted some, then sighed, shifting the smaller bag on her arm a little and walked on to her first class. ...will I never fit in?
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 4:14 pm
((She'd go great with Emileza 3nodding she too is also a foreigner too))
"Geez...Sakura has fists like rocks!...damn..." Murasaki had failed almost half a hundred times, ever since the two were attending Baikion High. "Don't worry, ol' boy. She'll fall for you soon-" he looked over his shoulder and smelled something he'd never smelled before, "what is that? Something greasy." Murasaki looked into a classroom and stepped in, sniffing around like a blood hound. One of his bud's asks, "Hey, Mura. what's up-" "Shh! Later." he continued to smell. "Ahah!" his nose locked the smell, "A girl with green eyes?...eww." he folded his arms and stared at her. "Hey, foreigner. What's your deal here?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 12:55 am
 Twins walked into the school's territory. As usual they attracted attention. Two known for their cruelty, fighting skills and ignorance. They both were wearing full uniforms just like they had to. On the outside perfect on the inside cruel. That's how those two were. "Kya! Naru please look this way!" The girls shrieked several times. No matter how cruel he was they seemed to like him. "Why don't you do what they ask. Just glance and let us have peace." Sierra whispered. "Better yet, wink at one, so they would leave us alone for some time." She was getting annoyed. Turning his head to the side where girls were calling him, Naru smiled and winked at one. Several girls fained from that and twins walked into the building. "Too troublesome. Every damn day each year." Naru commented to his sister. "No way around it." She said and they grinned at each other. As they walked to their class they noticed Murasaki talking to a new girl. "That perv, doesn't know when to stop." Sierra sighed rolling her eyes. Naru kept quiet. H was busy setting some kind of plot. He had plans for tonight.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 4:15 pm
"Huh. Guess not." He snapped his finger and tried to look descrete. "I'll catch you later...Weirdo." he whispered under his breath. He didn't like foreigners, like many of Japan's people. Then again, many of Japan's people didn't like him. He was from Korea. A land that had many differences from Japan. But Murasaki would never care too much about his home land he'd loved so much. The rightful girl named Sakura would change his aspect on Japan for the rest of his life.
Even in his own school, the students did not like him very much. Though he's very popular, having his own gang as Number seven captain of the Baikion Kendo team.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 11:57 am
An Italian in Japan....Chloe blinked as a boy was suddenly standing in front of her. "Huh?" She frowned and glared when she caught the words he was speaking. "Foreigner?" She growled as he walked off. Who the heck was this guy to walk up and suddenly leave again. She atalked after him. "What the heck was that? Foreigner? Yeah, sure, I'm not Japanese, but you don't have to rub it in my freaking face!" She said, once again in perfect Japanese. Lord knew she had worked her tail off trying to get her words right. Finally, it was paying off. Sort of. She brushed off her blonde hair from her face and looked him over. Humph. Japanese Bastards..... WHY did her father have to move HERE for this new job? Why not.. Milan... or... Venice or something??? It would've been better to just stay in Italy. ...will I never fit in?
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 8:13 pm
"I don't like your tone, greasy girl." Murasaki said in a low tone, a smirk on his face and as he turned around. He turned his head to the side a little and moved his head closer to her face, "What's your deal? I'm a foreigner too." His left eye widened, examining her like a wise guy. "Or is it just that...you're the kinda that we don't like." Murasaki stomped his foot onto her desk and was suddenly holding a handled Katana still seathed. He held his Katana in front of her, "See this?" he pointed. "This is Japan. You just came from...Italy." He moved closer and stuck the katana near her face, "I wanted to know if you needed my help around her." He whispered to her. "But I guess not, huh?" he smiled, but quickly shot her a look, "You had better hope you STAY out of trouble..." a low and dark tone came over all of the students watching, now knowing that the new girl was in trouble. But not of Murasaki, but of the students that will pick on her, not having his protection.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:09 pm
An Italian in Japan....The blonde haired girl glared back at him. "Why the heck do you call my greasy girl? I bathe everyday!" She snorted and crossed her arms acrodd her chest. She blinked, however, when he mentioned that he too, was a foreigner. Crap. Now she was stuck. She swallowed a little. "Then why did you come around calling me one? That's not a pleasant way to make a good impression." She frowned a little more, green eyes staring back at him with immese annoyance. She yelped as he suddenly drew a sword and held it to her face. "Nevermind...." She swallowed again, then blinked. "Help? Why would I need help? I can take care of myself." She snorted in protest and watched as he left. She glanced at the other students as they were staring. she glared at them all. She wasn't about to let them get away with messing with her, even if she did look different from the rest of them. ...will I never fit in?
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:20 pm
"See, we do things different here, kid." he growled with that same low tone. "You'll need protection if you're going to survive." he closed his eyes and turned away, pulling back his katana and tucking it near his waist side belt slot. "Don't come crying to me when you're armless with cuts." he laughed hard, his groupie following him out the door. The school bell rang, but it was the most chilling school bell out of the entire school year. Murasaki thought to himself one last time about the girl.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:07 pm
An Italian in Japan....Chloe frowned a little as she watched him go. "I'll be alright, just you wait and see." She stuck her tonug eout at his retreating figure and put her hands to her hips. "Boys are such idiots." She muttered as she shifted her bag on her shoulder. She snorted and headed off to her first class, glowering at all who walked by her. Some snickered. Some ignored. Others seemed interested, but said nothing as she filed into a room and sat down. She glanced around and sighed. She stuck out like a terribly sore thumb. She pulled out a book and stuck her nose in it, groaning to herself. ...will I never fit in?
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 10:59 am
Just as that, Murasaki and his gang splitted, late for class...again. Murasaki's attendence were lousey, but his acedemic skills were amazing. He just has a hard time trying to show that he's smart.
To him, being a Kendo captin in Baikion meant that he was one of the big dogs in the school. But all he'd ever done is fight and protect the new students. Protecting new students was a way of showing Sakura that he cared about them too. In Sakura's mind, she thought that was sorta sweet. But his actions towards Sakura would be the death of him.
"Oww." Murasaki was seated next to Sakura. She was angry and had her arms folded, her back facing him. Murasaki was smart enough to look forward and say nothing...with a black eye and bruised face.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 11:05 am
An Italian in Japan....Chloe looked around at the other students as they walked in.. many of them were late. Some, she recognized, had been from that kid's group. Others seemed to just... glare at her. She swallowed a little and looked forward as the teacher walked in. He gestured to Chloe and she introduced herself... or mumbled it, rather, and he proceeded to continue with his lesson over Feudal japan. She half-listened, well aware of many glares and some snicking from the other students. She groaned softly. When would the day end? The next set of classes were no better.. and she ended up with many laughing remarks and she nearly got in a fight with one kid... but she had cooled herself off before it had risen to that height. Stupid kid... he wasn't worth it anyways. Lunch was lonely. She sat in the furthest corner possible and munched on some pasta her father had cooked for her dinner last night. They were perfectly good cold... since she couldn't find a microwave. Sigh. Oh well. ...will I never fit in?
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