[EVENT] MISSION ALCHOLISM

[NAKANO REN]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #d8dec3; width: 115px; padding: 5px; height: 300px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=iconbro] [/classy][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; color: #ff6161; border-bottom: 2px solid #ebede2; margin-top: 3px;]SOUR CANDY[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #4a3d3d; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px;]NO WE WENT UNDER, THE WEIGHT WAS TOO MUCH TO CARRY AND I FELT THE THUNDER, MR. DON'T LOOK SO SCARED. I NEVER KNEW, I NEVER KNEW THAT I COULD BE SO SAD WE WENT UNDER.[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #ebede2; padding: 15px; height: 300px; width: 250px;][style=background-color: #ebede2; padding: 5px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; color: #4a3d3d; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;] The dark haired man stood looking at the couples. He couldn't actually believe he was here. And, unfortunately, he was actually sober enough to hate it. "Don't be a killjoy." his date said as she came up beside him after raiding the buffet. "I will never understand how they get the chocolate in there." She said, while throwing pastries in her mouth. "Why don't you dance with someone?" The girl was blonde with long flowing curls that cascaded all the way down to the back of her knees. She, always and more importantly right now, was wearing a sexier version of a tunic. The neckline was cut very low and cinched at the waist but was pleated and colored virgin white. Her cleavage was very much exposed and Ren took notice of it. "You could've picked a dress that didn't scream whore." Ren told her with a quick roll of his eyes toward the direction opposite of her. "Oh my." The blonde said, placing her flattened hand at her chest. "You're a fucking asshole." She said sweetly with an expression that defined tolerance. "I seem to recall you complaining to me because you..." She paused. "Were too embarrassed to ask a girl." She yelled to the room from her position. People turned looking and the blonde pointed with double index fingers at Ren. The god of alcohol's eyebrow raised for a moment but quickly lowered again when people scoffed and went back to whatever they were doing prior to his date's outburst. "As the goddess of love," Ren started with a sigh. "Can't you be a bit more loving?" The dark haired senior rolled his eyes upward to the ceiling of the fancily decorated ballroom. His eyes lowered and he then began to scan the crowd. No one he knew was paying attention to him at this point. Even his half-wit sister was busy stuffing her face with chocolate filled pastries long enough for him to get down to business. The corner of his mouth raised for just a moment as he eyed the large punch bowl. "What shall I add to you, my sweet?" he all but licked him lips. His fingers wiggled at his sides and rather obviously slid his feet and worked his way around to behind the buffet table. Looking left and then right, he adjusted his glasses and made sure that once again, no one was looking directly at him. "Puerto Rican spiced rum at about half should do the trick." His thumb and index fingers of his right hand came together and he flicked the edge of the bowl. It made a small ring and Ren grinned at the alcoholic beverage he'd just made for himself. "Whatcha doing?" His sister asked suddenly from his side and Ren frowned after being startled and pocketing his hands quickly. "Shut up, Ai." He said through his teeth as he pushed her away from the table. "I'm making this fun for me." He frowned at the back of her head as he pushed her right back to the spot she had been in a few minutes ago. Quickly, he turned to the buffet table and saw people helping themselves to his punch. "What?" The goddess of love blinked up at him. "You thought you'd just hide under the table with a long straw and drink all night while everyone else ignored it?" Ai wore her sarcasm all over her face as she shoved an elbow into her brother's ribs. "Poor Ren. He's gotta share his happy juice." "Not if I kill each and every one of them first." His glasses glinted in the bright light of the ballroom and he cracked his knuckles as he stood straight and masculine. Ai watched with wide eyes as he marched over to the table, ready to pick on a small girl who was helping herself. Suddenly, the girl moved away from the table and a large brick wall of a student stepped to the punch. Ren stopped, staring up at the behemoth and quickly lost his nerve. "Want some?" The large woman looked to Ren and he turned as white as a sheet. Robotically, he turned and like a wind-up doll walked back to Ai. "Weren't you going to kill someone?" Ai asked, looking at her brother's ghostly face with a curious expression with a tone of voice that closely resembled mockery. "It wasn't supposed to be a suicide mission." He gulped and folded his body down to the floor. Squatting, he took part of his sister's dress in his hand and began to sob into it. "There. There." Ai patted his head and sighed to herself. "Definitely pathetic." [/style]

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[TANEMURA CHIHIRO]

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YOU CAN SAY WHAT YOU WANT, YOU CAN TELL ME I'M WRONG, LA DEE DA, LA DEE DEE.[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/ohr32x.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] event & nakano ren. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 1595. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] hello, arch enemy, why is this post so lonnnggg \o\;;[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     It was true that Chihiro hated social functions as pointless as school parties. Heck, she hated parties as it was. After all, she was always certain that she could use all of that time on doing something more productive, such as working on her inventions, or plotting world domination. It was only the most natural thing to do for someone of her caliber. The facade that screamed capable, and focused, and almost too mature and goal-oriented for someone her age, even if what lied underneath was actually so much more different, so much more... abnormal. But nobody needed to know of that. Nobody aside from a selected few, such as her immediate family, a few number of her cousins, and the small group of friends she's been around since childhood. And maybe another group of minorities that Chihiro personally would much rather not talk about. Or even think about, really. Though it always seemed unavoidable for her to run into said 'minorities' once in awhile for some strange reason. Maybe because most of them always attended whatever school that just so happened to be either right next to or very close to the all girls school Chihiro was in at the time. Just her luck, right? But then again, as the rather vain person she could sometimes be, the sixteen year old - feminist or not - was perfectly fine with dating a person she herself didn't like. After all, having a boyfriend was quite important when you wanted to appear superior and authoritative in front of your peers. And that was exactly how Chihiro was. No romantic intentions and not much of a feeling or an emotion to speak of, either - she was really more interested in perfecting her technological inventions, than trying to work out some sort of satisfying love life for herself. ... Which was the only plausible explanation to why she had agreed to attend the mixer with Fukunawa Makoto. One, he was well-liked, two, he wasn't difficult to 'boss around' - so to speak - and three, he was - as he himself pointed out - the vice president of Hyaku. There were certainly a whole lot of things Chihiro could put up with for appearance's sake. But maybe not quite, when her so-called 'date' was nowhere to be found at the moment. What happened to meeting each other at the mixer itself? Fucking Fukunawa, she breathed slowly to herself, though didn't seem to be able to stop her eyebrow from twitching, Fucking rich bastards. Actually making her - Tanemura-kira-kira-ojousama - wait for him to show up? Somebody was going to die a pretty painful death this evening. And she would make sure of it. Crimson eyes narrowed, the sixteen year old straightened her posture and smoothed out the wrinkles at the waist of her orchid-coloured gown. One hand raised to carefully bring a piece of loose, but curled hair over her ear and out of her vision, while her other - in the form of a tight fist - shook against the fabric of her dress that wrapped around her thigh. It was taking her everything she had to not punch the couple that was making out near her. Inhaling deeply, the junior raised her chin sharply and turned around to head inside the comfort of the large hotel, the heels of her shoes clipping against the flooring with every step she took. Whatever. She needed to go check on the other students anyway, partner-less or not. Fukunawa's death could come later. It's not as if she was in a hurry. Besides, she knew where he lived, which was something that was useful to be aware of when she wanted to kill someone, of course. She snuck in through one of the side doors rather easily, even despite being without the company of her date, thanks to the lax security. However, the sharp, almost mesmerizingly repetitive clicks of her high heels came to slow down a little when she arrived upon the buffet table. A familiar figure quickly fell into her field of vision, and Chihiro instantly felt her stomach churning with distaste. Heated gaze fixated on the dark-haired male who was - to her - rather recognizable even from across the room, the sixteen year old slowly bent down, wanting to take out from under her dress the monkey wrench strapped to her right shin. However, a sudden voice startled her, and with a few fluttered blinks, the sixteen year old straightened her back within milliseconds. "Vice president," repeated the girl Chihiro couldn't exactly recall the name of. "A-Ahh," the redhead stretched out, "Hello there. Enjoying the mixer so far?" she asked, forcing a smile with closed eyes. "Oh yes, quite! Have you tried out the food yet? They have amazing bouillabaisse here." the girl replied, taking a small glance to her date and handing her plate to the boy with a small lift of the corners of her mouth. Bouilla-what? Chihiro let out a chuckle, "Wonderful, then! That's certainly the response we'd like to hear. I'll make sure to let Hanazaki-kaichou know that you guys are having fun." she said politely with a nod. "Thank you! That's very kind of you," the other female returned, "By the way... not to be rude, but, where might your date be, vice president?" Chihiro blinked; aww, shit... "He's-" she began, glancing about herself a little, "Somewhere. Just grabbing some food and socializing, I suppose. You know how Makoto-kun tends to be." A vague response, but the best she could come up with off the top of her head, which seemed to be a satisfying enough answer nevertheless as the couple finally bid her farewell and went off to bother someone else. Letting go of the breath she had been awkwardly holding the whole time, Chihiro closed her eyes as her shoulders sagged. Damn, she was tired already, and the stupid mixer had only just started. Gaze snapping over to the buffet table where she had just spotted a certain blacklette, Chihiro frowned, feeling her agitation rising. Now, she had every reason to actually want to pick a fight with the guy named Nakano Ren - AKA her ex-boyfriend. ... But she wouldn't. There's too many people around. Chihiro wasn't so stupid as to put her reputation on the line for a moment's 'fun' - nevermind that said 'fun' always came in the form of violence because let's face it, Chihiro was a violent girl through and through. Anyone that pissed her off while she wasn't under the strain of reputation was doomed to have their ass kicked; she may not be particularly athletic but, she wasn't a gang member for nothing. She walked straight up to the buffet table, and grabbed a clean plate for herself before casually picking up delicately decorated foods here and there and placing them neatly upon the plate surface, almost as if nothing was at all wrong until the moment she came close to where Ren stood. Her vision flickered over, and she glanced up into the eyes behind the pair of glasses. The blank face then blossomed into a smile suddenly as sparkles oozed out of her, "Kindly shove your ass aside, fuckface," she said under her breath so that only Ren could hear her, "I'd like to finish loading my plate if you don't mind." With that, she aimed an almost rough nudge at Ren's side with her elbow as her attempt to push him out of the way, but blinked when he seemed to be engaged in some sort of business with a large female. Chihiro stared at the scene momentarily as Ren fluttered away. Arching a brow, her gaze casually shifted back to the buffet table. A bowl of punch was what she noticed, and quickly, Chihiro's eyes became half-closed. Knowing Nakano Ren... knowing exactly what his actual 'profession' was... oh yes. Yes, he would do what she thought he might've done. Chihiro took a hurried glance around her to make sure that nobody was looking her way before she dipped a finger into the punch then brought it to her nose. She sniffed it, then gave it a quick lick. Her eyes instantly narrowed. Screw the 'not picking a fight' deal she just made with herself. Quickly, Chihiro turned around and marched up straight to where her ex was. Ignoring that he had his face buried in the dress of his date - or whomever the girl really was, it's not as Chihiro would know - she reached down and grabbed the male by his upperarm, "What the fuck did you just do, Nakano?" she hissed, her hand tugging and forcefully pulling the male to rise to his feet, "Turn that punch back to whatever it was before, or there will be consequences-!" she breathed sharply, "You don't want my wrench stuck in your head, shithead, because that's going to hurt and you're-" she blinked, then suddenly looked away for a brief moment, "And you're going to piss yourself, and turn that piss into vodka or something." ... Maybe dating anybody that would willingly come her way wasn't such a good idea, after all. Shaking her head quickly, her gaze snapped back to Ren again, a brow arched as her grip on his arm tightened, "I hope I've made myself clear, because I'm dragging you out of here and smashing your skull into a door if you want me to repeat any of what I just said." she said, quietly, even despite the threatening tone and the dagger-like glare.[/style]

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[IMAI MINAZUKI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]THIS IS A GAME.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.9; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/MGjqR.jpg); float: left;] [/style] Sky blue eyes scanned the open space around her, the freshman pouted in slight frustration when she once again failed to spot her human companion. Tsuki was sure that Hiroto was still in her sight a few minutes ago, but now the boy was nowhere to be found. She had to give him some credit though. Despite the large number of people lingering in the room, hiding from the sharp senses of a youkai was still not a simple task. Letting out a dragged, audible sigh, the albino started making her way to the buffet table, decided that she probably had a better chance of finding him there than where she was. All of the not-so-subtle looks shot her way were either greeted with a smirk of her own or just ignored all together. Normally she might try to start a small talk or two, but right now she just wasn’t n the mood for that. Holding little to no regard for the semi-formal dress code, Tsuki was dressed in a purple kimono with white accents. It was only natural that she stood in the crowd. She did consider other options, but the problem was the only other option given to her was a bubble dress that probably covered no more skin than a large towel would. Not that the bakeneko was embarrassed about showing some skin. No, she had full confidence in her looks. But she had to admit that not knowing the blonde kitsune had been keeping dresses her size in his possession until a few hours ago was just….creepy. On the table was a whole assortment of food, some of them Tsuki didn’t even know the name of, nor did she care enough to learn. She picked up a plate and walked along the table, picking up the food that caught her eyes as she did so, until a punchbowl eventually entered her field of vision, and not far from it a familiar redhead who Tsuki recognized the very next second. She sat her plate on the edge of the table, and poured herself a cup of punch – which tsuki suspected was just water with a lot of artificial flavoring – as she watched observed Chihiro with a sideway glance. The vice president was grabbing a man roughly by his arm and seemed to be confronting him about something, completely ignoring the woman standing right beside them. Typical. She rolled her eyes and brought the cup to her lips. Chihiro wasn’t exactly known for being friendly towards those hyaku idiots. Far from it, actually. But it made her that much more fun to hang around with. Taking a large gulp of the punch, Tsuki’s body tensed for a second and her brows shot up as she stared skeptically at the cup in her hand. Was this what punch is suppose to taste like? The liquid was cool from the ice cubes, undoubtedly sweet and fruity, with a hint of something else that Tsuki couldn’t quite put her finger on. Curiosity drove her to take another gulp. It had a weird aftertaste, tsuki mused as she smacked her lips lightly, then concluded that it was a good weird and that she enjoyed it. For some reason, it made her feel all nice and warm. A sensation that reminded her of those lazy afternoons where she would just bathe under the sun and nap the day away. Sipping the beverage some more, the youkai remembered her initial reason for being in this place. She suddenly snapped her head to face the nearest person. “Na naaa~ Have you seen baka-hiro? Y’know, the one who’s always talking about hot dogs?” The girl drawled smiling slightly, a light shade of pink dusting her cheeks. Tsuki’s head quirked to the side as she blinked innocently at who she assumed to be a stranger, “I couldn’t find him anywhere. And now I’m getting boooorrred.” The only reason she was here in the first place was that hiro asked her to come as his date, but now she couldn't even find him. That wasn’t really nice of him was it? She gave a little pout. “Mouuu… he better show himself before I decide to be mad at him!” [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: EVENT | WORDS: 702 | NOTES: LOLWHATISTHIS-[/style][/style]

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[NAKANO REN]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #d8dec3; width: 115px; padding: 5px; height: 300px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=iconbro] [/classy][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; color: #ff6161; border-bottom: 2px solid #ebede2; margin-top: 3px;]SOUR CANDY[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #4a3d3d; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px;]NO WE WENT UNDER, THE WEIGHT WAS TOO MUCH TO CARRY AND I FELT THE THUNDER, MR. DON'T LOOK SO SCARED. I NEVER KNEW, I NEVER KNEW THAT I COULD BE SO SAD WE WENT UNDER.[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #ebede2; padding: 15px; height: 300px; width: 250px;][style=background-color: #ebede2; padding: 5px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; color: #4a3d3d; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;] Ren hadn't noticed the female Tanemura at first. He didn't make it a point to distinguish humans from each other when they were in a large crowd like this. Rude was rude and he simply didn't care about it. The god saw faces but he didn't see them for who they were or if he knew them. Well, not at this point in time. He was far too focused on who was filling their cups with his glorious mixture. Grinding his teeth and babbling to himself as he crouched near Ai. Suddenly, he was pulled from the safety of her company and thrown into hell when he noticed a familiar face. He was shocked at first to learn of someone taking it upon themselves to touch him. His eyes reflected this but once he noticed that it was Chihiro, his shoulders loosened and his eyelids fell. "What the fuck did you just do, Nakano-san." He reflected her words back to her, except a small addition he had included mainly just to annoy Chihiro. She made people call her something weird. He couldn't remember exactly what it had been but... To correct her own speech with honorifics usage, she'd have a meltdown soon enough. "Oh yeah, that's great and all. Really happy that you passed that Chemistry test. Tell me all about it." He said, not even trying to listen to her or anything threatening that was coming out of her mouth. Instead, he found himself leaning and looking around her to see the people that were stealing his punch. Formulating a revenge plot was easy enough but did he have the dedication to follow through with it. He thought for a moment, rolling his eyes upward to the ceiling briefly. Nope. Because as Chihiro pointed out, he could always make more with his own body. He blinked at the red head who was definitely angry with him... Still. Ren looked away from her again. The line to the table was too long. He just needed to sneak over and get a drink. But before that could be done, he needed to remove himself from Chihiro. A third party interrupted their little 'dance'- Chihiro's and his - and quickly, he turned his head, "Tell me this is the baka-hiro you're looking for?" He asked the light-haired person. "Even if it isn't, take her anyway." Ren said, his facial expression as close to looking as lethargic as anyone could get. "Idiots stick together, so use her as a magnet." He said, setting a hand heavily on Chihiro's shoulder and pushing her over to the light haired woman. But, mysteriously, he found himself moving as well. He looked down in disbelief but then saw the cause of the problem. "Let go of me." He demanded but his head turned and he saw that monster of a girl back at the buffet table, this time lifting the bowl of punch to her mouth and just slurping it down. Ren's feet did a frustrated tap dance, almost looking like a child who needed to go to the bathroom. "Ai!" His head swiveled to his sister and saw that she was finishing a cup of her own punch and Ren's face contorted into one flustered mess of anger and jealousy. "You..." "Hey, it's pretty good. You're the one wasting time over there." She said after finishing her punch with a sip. She shrugged her shoulders at him and his own shoulders tensed immediately. Seeing that Chihiro still hadn't budged and he expected as much, he grabbed her by the face. One hand encompassing her forehead while the other cupped her chin and gave her face a whirl about to stare at the buffet table. "See what you've done. My sanity is about to be completely stolen by an ugly gorilla of a person who definitely shouldn't be called a female of your species." He snapped at her in a low voice. "Now, you've made yourself an accessory to this hate crime against me. If you don't let go of me right now, I'm gonna shove your wrench some place uncomfortable for the both of us. Your reason for being uncomfortable would be an obvious one. I would be uncomfortable definitely because seeing any private part of you would make my skull collapse into itself and vomiting up my internal organs would soon follow." He had spoken his thoughts rather quickly and took a deep and very needed breath suddenly as his thoughts paused. "For freedom!" He took the chance at her being distracted and flung himself away into a sprint toward the buffet table. He sparkled as his glasses glinted but the dark haired god found himself flailing and going downward. His eyes blinked as the floor came into view. In a second, he was on the ground near the feet of the gorilla woman that he had wanted to assault for drowning herself in his punch. He was at her feet, looking up at her skirt. "Oh... Nasty." He groaned after getting an eyeful of the horror that she hid under her skirt. "What kind of-" He sputtered to himself as he sat up and rubbed his eyes beneath his glasses. "For some reason, it was like a thong trying to encase a ham." He sat on the floor looking traumatized for a moment. "Untied shoelaces. What a painful mistake." Ai said, poofing her cup full again. "I do hope he's not blind. The fucking ingrate." [/style]

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[TANEMURA CHIHIRO]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ OUTTA MY WAY[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]I'M GOIN' SOMEWHERE, THIS IS NOT WHERE I WANNA BE. YOU CAN SAY WHAT YOU WANT, YOU CAN TELL ME I'M WRONG, LA DEE DA, LA DEE DEE.[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/ohr32x.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] event & nakano ren & imai minazuki. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 1441. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] idek.[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     Being corrected - especially by a male - was not exactly something Chihiro enjoyed. Why would it be? She hardly even liked to be around the opposite gender as it was. "Hate to burst your bubbles Nakano, but if that was supposed to be sarcasm - it wasn't working," Chihiro nearly spat, tightening her old on the blackette's arm, her other hand itching to reach out and grab his jaw as well upon noticing that he was starting to glance about her - but she only reached down to leave her plate of food on the floor; it was better if some idiot stepped on it so she could yell at them, as opposed to her dropping it by accident and having to apologize for having done so, "Excuse me, but I really don't appreciate it when you look away while I'm still talking to you," she said, pushing the words through gritted teeth as her eyes - round and seemingly adding a few more shades of red to themselves - narrowed underneath her twitching brows. However, another figure soon came into the picture and the sixteen year old quickly took notice. Agitated at the slurs in the voice - a rather familiar voice at that - the redhead snapped her gaze over, only to end up with a white-haired female falling into her field of vision. Chihiro's eyebrows furrowed, "Tsuki," she began, one corner of her mouth raised in a rather irritated manner upon noticing the pink that had tainted the girl's cheeks - she didn't just-!? Chihiro stared at the cup in the cat demon's hand, "Tsuki, what the hell were you doing? Stop drinking that thing and you won't be 'bored.' ... Well maybe you will, still, but seriously, stop drinking that. Stay put, and phone the retard or something. I'll hurt you if you knock anything over, y-" alarm lacing her tone and glaring eyes flickered back to the God of Alcohol when he interrupted. "Fuck off, Nakano." Chihiro hissed, sprouted veins thumping upon her forehead and her grip on him growing stronger... if only she could just pick him up and throw him towards the buffet table with the spiked punch. Before she could even try to stop herself from doing exactly that however, the second year quickly felt herself getting pushed away towards Minazuki, "Hey! Hey! Nobody pushes me around, asshole, not even you," a snort of distaste, but she regained her footing with her hand remained on the male's arm. "I'm telling you to turn it back to how it was before, Nakano, because if anything happens, it's us student council members who have to take the blame! And don't just pretend you didn't hear me like you always do!? I'm trying to be civil with you here, so-" the exchange between Ren and the female that seemed to be his date took place, and Chihiro inhaled, feeling her own irritation rising once more, "Look, if you'd just turn that damn thing back to how it was before- now you shut up and hear what I have to say!!" her voice raised an octave higher as she blabbered on to try and drown out Ren's words with her own, "Does it hurt to stop being so full of yourself for once and listen to what other people're telling you?!" - nevermind that the same could very well apply to her. "Did I give you permission to touch my face? No! I don't think so!" she snapped, when her head was physically turned towards the buffet table. Releasing the grip on his arm, Chihiro raised her hand to swat at Ren's so as to free herself, "And quite frankly, I don't care about your sanity, or whatever the hell you're trying to threaten me with because whatever you can do, I can do better- hey, I didn't give you permission to just leave either!" Eyebrow twitching, the sixteen year old was about to march forward but cringed a little when she saw that Ren was looking up through the so-called 'gorilla woman's skirt, "I saw that, Nakano! That was a foul! Get back down on all fours and apologize to her!" she yelled, but upon hearing the voice of the blonde, Chihiro blinked. She looked briefly to Ai and quickly recalled that a certain white-haired youkai was still in a rather drunken state. Rolling her crimson eyes, Chihiro turned back around and stomped a few steps back to Minazuki, "Come on," she growled, snatching up the girl's wrist without missing a beat, "Let's go tell the shithead to turn you sober again," she mumbled through what sounded rather close to a sigh, but then blinked when something hit her, "... Or does he not do anything like that?" she didn't know, really, what Ren could and couldn't do as a superior deity. All she was aware of was that he was the God of Alcohol, and one dumber than all others, at that. "Well, whatever, he's the one that decided to fuck shit up, anyway." Eyes narrowed, Chihiro ignored whatever struggles the tipsy youkai might put up and began to tug at her wrist to drag her towards the God of Alcohol, whom she proceeded on yelling at once again, "Defeated already before your freedom's regained, I see," she said loudly and pompously (or just obnoxiously), one hand lifting the fabric of her dress slightly so she wouldn't accidentally step on the hem, as she now stood in front of the blacklette. It took all she had to not kick him on the side of the head, really, "You better fix that punch Nakano, and do something about this girl's condition too while you're at it." Glaring, Chihiro released her hold on Minazuki's wrist, crouching down as she reached her hand over to grab a fistful of Ren's short, black hair. The digits from her other hand moved to her shin and unstrapped her monkey wrench, "Do as I say, fuckface, or I will hurt you. You can go ahead and mess with Fukunawa and Igarashi all you want later, but you're not getting me or Nagisa into trouble with your stupid nonsense - hear?" There was a small pause as Chihiro scoffed at the male, but then she suddenly blinked and rolled her eyes to the ceiling, "On second thought... I actually just want to cut you. Whether you fix your shit or not was totally just an excuse," she was already annoyed with the fact that Makoto had made her wait for him, after all, and it wasn't as if she was really sociable to the point of wanting to come to some sort of silly 'get together' arranged to get to know the students of the other school better - for Pete's sake, why would she ever wish to even speak to most of the Hyaku students? And on top of it all, she hadn't even had a proper gang fight with anyone in a long while... all the aggression and stress built up in her system were starting to become a little more than she could handle. With a huff, Chihiro let go of Ren's hair and reached up and over his head to the buffet table. She tugged on a plate filled with some sort of oyster cuisine to the edge of the table, then - smiling at the god - she gave a quick but precise tap to the edge of the plate, letting gravity do the rest of the work as the force pulled the dish downward to Ren. "Oops, guess I really can't stand seeing your face," Chihiro said lightly with a small laugh, but blinked when she heard a voice calling out to their direction from across the room. "What was that noise?!" the female voice questioned aloud as an angry nun was seen standing in the doorway. Her vision snapped over and grew heated when she recognized Chihiro and further, noticed what was near her, "Tanemura-san-" "Ah, sensei! You came just in time!" the redhead interrupted and stood up to face the other female before she could even yell at her, "Nakano-san wasn't feeling well, you see, and he seemed to have lost his footing earlier, but... I'll take great care of him, so please don't worry and return to your duties!" she said reassuringly, letting her gaze quickly scan the room so as to warn anyone who dared to speak up and oppose her. "Leave it all to me, sensei ♥" The monkey wrench she was now hiding behind her glinted under the bright ceiling lights as Chihiro presented a winning smile to the nun.[/style]

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[IMAI MINAZUKI]

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From what she was told punch was just like juice, except more colorful and stuff. “What? I’m hurt Chi-chan! When am I ever that clumsy?” The white-haired girl feigned a pout at her friend’s accusation, her unfinished threats clearly fell on deaf – or just ignorant – ears as Minazuki took another sip of the beverage. Electric blue eyes landed on a strange male when she picked up an unfamiliar voice right beside the vice president, then flickered between the two for a few seconds before giggling amusingly. “Heeee, I totally forgot Chi-chan’s name also has hiro in it! But baka-hiro is baka-hiro, and chi-chan is chi-chan. And besides, I would never call Chi-chan a baka,” a crazy psycho future murderer maybe, but the Tanemura girl was far from idiotic. “she’ll get mad at me and a mad chi-chan is really scary!” She threw her arms in the air dramatically when she reached the end of her sentence, as if the gesture would help her get her point across to the ravenette, whom tsuki was pretty sure just implied that chi-chan was an idiot. And then as if to prove her point, Chihiro proceeded to give the man a long lecture, which honestly the demon did not bother listening to since it wasn’t meant for her ears anyways, not that she would notice even if it was considering she only paid attention to the first three seconds. Minazuki remained ignorant to the entire situation as her attention was once again drawn to the large selection of food items on the buffet table. For some reason everything looked a lot more appetizing than they did before. And Tsuki was feeling a little hungry. “Hmmm…… where to start, where to start……” The feline mumbled to on one in particular as she rubbed her chin, trying to examine each and every one of the dishes before picking out the best one to start with. After all she wasn’t exactly hankering to the point where she could stuff in one of each, so it was fairly important for her to pick the most delicious ones before her stomach was full. “OH, SEAFOOD!” Noticing a plate of shrimp cocktail in the far end of the table, the girl’s half serious expression immediately swapped for a gleeful, cat-like one, and skipped towards her target. But only a few seconds later did she realize not only she wasn’t getting any closer to dish, but quite the opposite, the destination seemed to be even further away from before. Snapping her head around tsuki noticed the hand on her wrist that she had amazingly failed to realize was there in the first place. Her lips jutted slightly, pouting at the culprit that had been keeping her from the shrimps. “Chiii-chaaaan, let me goooo~” She whined and struggled to pry herself free of the redhead’s grasp. But strength wasn’t really her strong suit, and her muddled state wasn’t much help either. Tsuki stomped childishly beside the other female, “I don’t have a condition that he needs to do anything about! I am perfectly fine!” or so she thought, completely unaware of how unusually frivolous she was being. However, the bakeneko’s mood lightened in a flash as azure eyes recognized a platter full of shellfish, though only to have it taken away from her again when it was turned into weapon against the fallen male. “OIII, I was just going to eat that you meanie!” Tsuki poked at the other female’s arm unhappily while she complained. Squatting down, the albino stared longingly at the oysters that scattered on the floor and more so, on the god’s face. “moouuuuu, you’ll get turned to a slug in the next life if you waste food like this y’know?” gaze still fixed on the face before hers, she warned the fiery haired girl half-jokingly. But letting perfectly good food go to waste really did seem like a crime. The freshman dipped a pale digit on the sauce splatter between the male’s eyes – a nice, forest green, she noted – before licking it away with the tip of her tongue. Deciding the taste was good enough to go against her better judgment – or at least what was left of it – for, Tsuki leaned in slightly and nipped a small piece of the shellfish off of the ravenette’s right cheek, a hand gripping on his chin pulling him towards her to meet her halfway, all while doing so with an unfazed expression like eating food straight off of someone’s face was the most normal thing in the world. [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: EVENT | WORDS: 785 | NOTES: TSUKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING-[/style][/style]

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