where you don't belong [OPEN]

[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://i46.tinypic.com/2a5n42d.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] open. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 830. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] i have no idea why i even made this thread/post. BI[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     It wasn't everyday that Chihiro - one of the infamous feminists of St. Valentine's - would put on a wig and bind her chest. After all, for what reason might she ever want to look like a man of all things? Men - to Chihiro's understanding (rather, willingness to understand) - were filthy and lewd animals. Nevermind that the sixteen year old could be just as filthy and lewd as the male species underneath her facade of supposed lady-like behaviour. But that was beside the point really, because to the redhead herself, she was the ultimate definition of the perfect role model. So for now, she was keeping that 'holier than thou' of hers; nothing was going to change the fact that she didn't particularly enjoy this part of her pranking ritual, come hell or high water. ... Or maybe that was all a lie. Maybe - in reality - the second year was quite taken with the idea of dressing up like a member of the opposite gender, for the sheer excitement of walking amongst all the rest of the 'genuine' males, trying to imitate and pass off as one of them lowly species as she did whatever she pleased. Anything to make sure that one of the Hyaku scums was going to get into trouble in her place, really. So, that was what she had decided to do on this lovely afternoon, where she had long finished her student council duties and was merely looking for something to kill time with and - of course - messing with the students and janitors at the neighbouring school was always one of her favourite past times. Gloves clothing 'his' hands, the redhead straightened out the paperclip 'he' had taken from the STV student council room earlier, inserting it into the keyhole of one of the football stadium sidedoors. 'He' glanced over 'his' shoulder as 'his' hand continued to wriggle and poke the thin piece of metal around the medium-sized hole. Voices from afar could be heard, vaguely, but none were too close to bring about alarm just yet. Then, when a small 'click' reached 'his' ear, Chihiro glanced back to 'his' task at hand. One corner of 'his' mouth twitched, and 'he' pursed 'his' lips together as 'he' pushed open the door to let 'himself' in. "Sorry for the intrusion~n," said Chihiro softly, despite the snickers that could almost be heard in between 'his' words as 'he' tiptoed 'his' way through another door. Moments later, the sixteen year old returned to the grassy grounds, pushing before 'him' a field line painter, as well as an entire cart filled with both spray paints of different colours and cleaning tools like scrubbing brushes and bottles of cleaner. Swiftly, Chihiro picked up all that 'he' would need and stepped to the field. Dropping all but one of the spray paints 'he' had gathered in 'his' arms, the crossdressing girl then started to shake the single can quickly. 'He' took another glance over 'his' shoulder, checking to see if anyone was watching from somewhere as 'he' uncapped the can, and began to write, in bright, blue letters, complete profanity on one of the ad boards... despite said 'profanity' being nothing but childish insults. Though it still made the sixteen year old smirk to 'himself' as 'he' worked on the 'masterpiece.' But suddenly - as 'he' moved on to another advertisement from one of the sponsors, spray painting mustaches and women's breasts on a photo of Isaiah Mustafa who was giving the camera his charming, Old Spice comercial grin - a sound from somewhere near one of the doors brought alarm to the redhead who had easily picked up on the human (or maybe not?) noise all thanks to 'his' sharp ears. Eyes wide, the redhead gathered up the scattered spray paints hurriedly and tossed them inside the cart. 'His' vision flickered to the sound coming from an exit of the stadium, before 'he' quickly dived for the cleaning tools 'he' had prepared. Snapping 'his' gaze to where the sound was coming from again, Chihiro arched a brow as 'he' - scrubbing brush in one hand and rag and detergent in the other - turned and walked towards the other intruder's direction, pretending that 'he' was actually here to 'clean up' the mess (that 'he' had just made) all along. "Oi! Oi, dumbass," 'he' called out in a pretend 'male' voice, chin tilted as an almost pompous air emitted from 'his' person, "Do you mind telling me when a student has ever been allowed in here on a day like this?" 'he' demanded, arms folded before 'his flattened chest, "Because unless you have a valid reason to be here, otherwise I'm going to assume that you were the shithead that's got something to do with what's over there." Chihiro spat, one hand now on one side of the overall 'he' was adorning, while 'his' other gestured over 'his' shoulder to the violated advertisements behind 'him'.[/style]

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