Post by YAMADA HIROTO on Jul 16, 2012 0:11:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;][classy=harhar] [/classy][classy=texty]ROLL CALL![/classy][style=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]AND THEN YOU TWIST AND SHOUT FOR YOUR FAVORITE STAR AND WHEN YOU'VE PRACTICED EVERY STEP THAT'S IN YOUR REPERTOIRE YOU BETTER COME ON DOWN AND MEET THE NICEST KIDS IN TOWN![/style] | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1r3yM.png); width: 10px; height: 30px;] | [atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]It was pretty clear from the get-go Hiroto was not at all suited for a military academy. His grades were lacklustre at best, he was decent at athletics but no where near the level of fitness that they expected of him and he was just very and he was decidedly undisciplined. Class to class and activity to activity, the new transfer student at Hyaku had been nothing but a huge disappointment and utter failure. It was a headache most of all for his homeroom teacher, Noburo Tanaka, who had in this week alone had to with: him accidentally insulting a decorated soldier by speaking to him informally, had nearly shot himself in the face when trying to figure out “which part you fire out of” and had answered the question “What was the slogan of revolutionists in France?” with “Uh…Live Free or Die Hard?”. But, what Hiroto did have going for him was the simple fact he was him. He had always had a flair for livening up a room; what he lacked for in smarts, he more then made up for in sheer likeability. He was an honest-to-goodness nice guy who liked seeing people happy. So, after spending a few weeks observing the dismal state the dining hall was in, Hiroto decided to take action. . It was - in Hiroto’s humble opinion- that the easiest way to make people happy and get them talking was to provide them with good food. - and upon seeing the dismal drivel that his classmates had to eat. he figured that had to be the route of why they were all as dull as a sack of coal. He snuck out of the class he had before lunch hour and headed towards the dining hall. Hesitantly, Hiroto walked up towards the counter where the lunch ladies…people ( some of them looked exceptionally manly) sold their wares. “Um.” he began, not sure exactly the best way to go about asking what he wanted, “Would it be alright if I could please help you out with today’s service? I promise I won’t get in your way and work the best of my ability.“ he finally said, more politely and desperately then he had ever requested anything before. The two women exchanged glances, hesitant to accept but also not wanting to crush the boy‘s spirit. Luckily, the oldest of the group barked “Let him help, it’s rare we are offered anything from these ungrateful boys.”. -and that was that. With a smile like none of the workers had seen in years, Hiroto jumped over the counter and immediately donned the sickenly cutesy Doraemon apron left hanging and tied a spare blue kerchief to his head. The grin still plastered over his face, Hiroto moved over to recipe list taped to the kitchen door and tossed it in the garbage. The worker collectively gasped, and the largest one of them advanced towards him angrily, “Hey, what do you think your-“ "Alright Hiroto, time to put those four years worth of braces to work!" Flashing his best, brightest, most award-winning smile at them, Hiroto turned towards the women and clapped his hands together and in prayer-position raised them above his head and closed one of his eyes, ”Please, I know it’s difficult to change, but you need to trust me. This is what I was meant to do.” Collectively, the group of woman seemed to stand in stunned silence at the sheer kirakira that radiated out of Hiroto’s being. ”O-okay" Hiroto began making a thick beef curry he had learnt to make a couple years ago at his hold school, while it was no hot dog, curry was one of his favourite foods and would be a nice suitable meal to come back too after a long day of working. Around him, the lunch people were preparing rice and vegtables with a renewed engery that surprised him. “I bet they’re all happy to be making something good for once~” he mused to himself, stirring a large pot in front of him. Finally, the moment that Hiroto had been waiting for arrived. The bells rang at precisely the same time they did everyday and the boys began entering into the hall at exactly the same time they always did. But, the dinning hall was anything but what it always was. In an attempt to brighten up the room. Hiroto and the ladies had cleaned up the hall and strung bright banners and streamers ( made with materials gathered from the storage room) that contained cheesy phrases such as “Good Work~” and “Enjoy your youth!”. -and, of course, the food was different, the smell of curry, rice and spices filling the room. As the people filled in, the students reacted with varying levels of shock and awe. Some laughed at the banners and others gaped at the fact that for once it didn’t smell like hospital inside the dining hall. Hearing the first people approach the stand, Hiroto quickly prepared a plate of the curry, rice and ( because he really couldn’t leave his passion out of this) hotdogs cut to look like octopi. Unable to resist, he turned to the person in front of the counter and held up one of the little octopus-dogs up with chopsticks. ”Look, isn’t this great? he said, before turning to face the person. ”U-um, hey do I…know you?" [/style][style=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]OPEN • 932 WORDS • I'm sorry it's so long! orz Also, Suprise![/style] |
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