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srwu Aug. 4th, 2014 09:41 am)
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[Volya sighs as he shuffles towards the school anxiously. Tugging at the strap of his bag he glanced around at the pairs and groups that were drifting into the building, chattering away in Japanese so fast he could barely understand. As he looks up to take in the building as a whole he only has one thing to say.]
This is going to suck...
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Aaaargh...
[And suck it did, Volya had a LOT to deal with.... for one thing all the writing was in Kanji... which was like alien space writing to him since he never learned it. Then there was the Lunch break rush.... good lord, that was horrible. If it were any worse he'd be suffering PTSD from the havoc of it all..... at the very least he got something to eat, nevermind people just kept looking at him in shock due to the infamy of the food he managed to get his hands on (that or the large amount of it he nabbed).]
[Either way he was sprawled at his desk, head laying on his arm as he grumbled in his mother tongue to himself, thankful that it was still break time. Occasionally he'd glance out of his little 'isolation zone' to his classmates. Some were giving him looks of suspicion or annoyance, things he's used to. Others though... they were looking at him weird, including a lot of the girls in his class. It never occured to him that he was more or less a mysterious transfer student, and that kind of thing usually draws a hell of a lot of attention here.]
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[Volya slowly dragged himself to whatever passed for a lounge at Sakihama base, crashing on a sofa with a grumble.]
Join a club... which club? Practically every single one was trying to drag me in. Why do I even have to?
[And it was true really, as the day ended members of several of the clubs present in the school were hoping to get the Mysterious Newbie to join them, hoping he was some kind of miracle person. Then they found out about each other and argued. A lot. In the end Volya snuck off with far too many choices and an application form he'd rather give to Interitus to play with.]
This is so so stupid...
[Volya sighs as he shuffles towards the school anxiously. Tugging at the strap of his bag he glanced around at the pairs and groups that were drifting into the building, chattering away in Japanese so fast he could barely understand. As he looks up to take in the building as a whole he only has one thing to say.]
This is going to suck...
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Aaaargh...
[And suck it did, Volya had a LOT to deal with.... for one thing all the writing was in Kanji... which was like alien space writing to him since he never learned it. Then there was the Lunch break rush.... good lord, that was horrible. If it were any worse he'd be suffering PTSD from the havoc of it all..... at the very least he got something to eat, nevermind people just kept looking at him in shock due to the infamy of the food he managed to get his hands on (that or the large amount of it he nabbed).]
[Either way he was sprawled at his desk, head laying on his arm as he grumbled in his mother tongue to himself, thankful that it was still break time. Occasionally he'd glance out of his little 'isolation zone' to his classmates. Some were giving him looks of suspicion or annoyance, things he's used to. Others though... they were looking at him weird, including a lot of the girls in his class. It never occured to him that he was more or less a mysterious transfer student, and that kind of thing usually draws a hell of a lot of attention here.]
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[Volya slowly dragged himself to whatever passed for a lounge at Sakihama base, crashing on a sofa with a grumble.]
Join a club... which club? Practically every single one was trying to drag me in. Why do I even have to?
[And it was true really, as the day ended members of several of the clubs present in the school were hoping to get the Mysterious Newbie to join them, hoping he was some kind of miracle person. Then they found out about each other and argued. A lot. In the end Volya snuck off with far too many choices and an application form he'd rather give to Interitus to play with.]
This is so so stupid...
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[Look, mysterious transfer student's classmates. Someone who might be his mother/older sister/girlfriend(?) enters the classroom during break. And she's carrying a boxed lunch.]
Are you doing okay? I know first days can be rough in an alien environment, so here's a little something to make you feel better.
[The lunch consists of prepacked food, mostly sweets and snacks. No one said Setsuko was a good chef.]
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And when I said I'd think about it that's how the whole crazy thing with everyone trying to pull me all over the place happened!
[Volya flailed a hand upwards to the ceiling in exasperation.]
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Thanks Setsuko. Lunch was kind of crazy... this really helps.
[Now THAT earned even MORE whispers. The way he was addressing her so familiarly? That raised even MORE questions!]
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Hang in there, alright? Did you make any friends yet?
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[Making friends on the first day? Impossiburu. Well it probably is possible, its just kinda difficult for Volya because there's a HELL of a lot of differences.]
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[Blue boy is looking at you on the sofa with his tablet tucked under his arm]
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This just makes me hate school even more.
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[Says the person who is/was essentially homeschooled]
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If I could open a flower shop just like that and spend the rest of my life just gardening I would, but they aren't exactly going to be giving free money to me any time soon.
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...um, or you could take up gardening...
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Who are you?
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I did it again...
Um...sorry...
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If you need any help, my school is just down the road, alright?
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Or should I just yell?
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Coloured smoke pellets. Rises quickly, but lingers for a while after. Red for danger, blue for counsel. Green for... for...
Hm, what was green for...?
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Well. Don't give up yet! You'll get along with everyone, I'm sure of it.
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Are you guys done eavesdropping?
[Volya was giving the audience gathered next to them a rather annoyed look. They quickly dispersed, muttering apologies and the like. He sighs and shakes his head.]
Its been like this for a while.
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As a good friend, I will stick around. Alright?
[Setsuko said that louder than necessary, as if making sure the class hears it. The situation is familiar, but this time she's outside the system.
And she intends to use that for Volya's advantage.]
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Aren't there any clubs that do something that sounds interesting to you?
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Shame, I bet I could talk dad into giving you money for that...though until this is all over there wouldn't be much point.
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[Volya just grumbles slightly.]
Well I definitely know I'm not joining any of the sports clubs.
[He grimaced, yeah the brawl that happened because of it wasn't fun. He nearly got beaned in the face by a soccer ball and bonked on the head by a lacrosse stick.]
The last time I tried to play an instrument I think every dog for five miles started howling... my music teacher had me sit outside with some worksheets during her classes.
I don't know if I want to join some of the other clubs either... Airsoft... Model Building... poetry and culture?
I'd like to join the Gardening Club but the looks the people from that club gave me kinda scare me.
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I don't... Well...
[Volya sighs tiredly.]
I guess I can think about it...
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[Volya just buries his face in his hand.]
Actually, do you have more? I think I'm going to need a lot of green ones.
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Uh...I'll just...go away, now...
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Why did the Gardening Club scare you? I thought it'd be a natural fit for you.
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But then again wouldn't you going to school also put people in danger with that logic?
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[Ken gaves another pat to the back.]
Try to not get in too much trouble on your first day.
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They just felt really weird to me... and every time I turned around I felt like they were about to pull hairs off my head!
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[Don't you have a bonsai tree you take care of, Asagi?]
...Maybe try the model building club. That sounds like a calm and relaxed environment.
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[Its not like there's going to be a mecha-series obsessed kid who loves kit-bashing stuff there right?]
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