Gakko: Renshuu, Soshite... [OPEN]

[KITAMI HONSHOU]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] MY SACRIFICE ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY For a winter day practice, today was indeed hot. Fairy hot. In fact, it would be safe to claim it possibly the hottest day of January so far, ironically coming as the 30th. "*Huff* *Huff*" The rapid stomps on the neatly mowed lawn serving as the field for the soccer club in this exclusive morning practice were followed by the panting and huffing of the players on the field, divided evenly to six players per team, with the captain playing on the red team - unlike yesterday's practice, where he played for the blues. So far the game was even, and it was best that way - if they weren't on the same level, the captain would have been a failure in distributing the strengths of his individuals in the different teams. How long has it been since PE started anyway? They never bothered thinking about that, they had the ball to kick and the goals to score, and the ring wasn't played yet - which means they still had time. Not one let that occupy his mind as the ball was chased, each team attempting to steal the first score of this game despite how long it has been. It was safe to say, at least for 30 minutes now, these guys have been going at it. "Ungh! Kazu!!" The junior captain of the club made a passing shoot back to a different player that dashed behind him, quickly snatching the ball as the orange-haired boy made a quick step left, allowing the player behind to pass swiftly with the ball constantly kicked with his leg, leading it towards the goal. The reason why they were allowed to use this place today? Well, obviously, the PE teacher had taken a liking to this little team of young punks. Kitami thought quickly of the next few moves as the opposing team's leader quickly spouted out a few logical commands at his players. His look into Kazu's eyes was more than enough for a second pass, then a return, aiming for a direct shoot. Just when the kick was made though, the whistle was blown - it was the teacher. So session finally stops, huh. It hasn't even been 50 minutes yet though, why would he stop them just when things finally looked good for the red team? He always pulled off crap like that... Though, rest was a good idea too, and with their practice done, the team players could take some time off lesson schedule to do whatever, getting an early break. Such was the awesome privilege of being in a major sports club's team. With a towel hanging at his chest level on the scruff, Kitami sat down, allowing the sweat from practice to run down his right cheek as he gulped down slowly from the plastic bottle of water he just grabbed. He flapped his moisturized white PE shirt over by pulling at it and releasing, making a windy effect on his upper body that bursts through the short sleeves and the collar. It felt good, the burn and immediately after the chill. But seriously, today really was hot... He could almost feel his blue short pants burning only from sitting on the iron bench in-front of the volleyball court. He let out a deep sigh as a smile rose up on his face, simply watching the rest of class playing. "So this is what they've been doing, huh..." He was bored now that practice was over. The court was only fifty meters away from the bench, easily enough he could sprint in there and epically join in, smacking the ball and returning a pass to the other team. It would be acceptable if he hops in like that, but first Kitami would need someone else to quit. The white ball went from side to side over the two-meter high net, setting the rule. He looked up after a score was made for one of the teams. The skies were as blue as could get, only a few clouds hovering around and barely moving. The sun, it was bright. Very bright. But of course, it was before lunch, usually at these hours it's the hottest of the day, so it's only natural for such heat to be radiated and for barely any cloud to be seen. "Maybe I should join in." Darn boredom, darn PE teacher cutting their practice in the middle... Thinking about that, where were those guys anyway? The other soccer club members said they were going to the bathroom, but they never returned. Oh well, they must be taking their time doing something silly or whatnot anyways, he thought to himself as he simply continued to watch the rest of class play. The clock was ticking, in only ten minutes class will be dismissed and right then - lunch break. WORDS! 797 TAGS! open/Shee-chan NOTES! Blabber blabber~

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[SHEEKA RIVA]

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[KITAMI HONSHOU]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=7b3636][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:3px; background-image: url(http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj266/rolee26/rsz_t_rito.png); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]   [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj266/rolee26/rsz_t_rito.png); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]  [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj266/rolee26/rsz_t_rito.png); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style] [style=margin-right; 19px; margin-top: -360px; height: 375px; margin-left: 115px; margin-bottom: -5px; overflow:auto; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: #e1dbc2; padding-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 10px;]The flow of the game was rather easy, considering each team had their more active and more weak players, such being rather obvious with the way the ball swayed from the knuckles of one to the slamming palm of another, quickly blocked by the other team's star player for the match. There were of course, those that did not enjoy bouncing back the white ball as much as the others, unfortunately. If they were there to begin with, wouldn't it be smarter to just move with the flow? Make the best out of it. But after a little, decisive show, one of the players casually left the field. With a pretty stingy sentence while at it too. What a pain it was, now his thoughts was torn between two decisions, whenever he should really join the game or not - as what he had waited for magically just happened, one of the players on court left, saying he was fed up with it. Volleyball was not Kitami's forte, but it was indeed a fun game when you put your whole into it, keeping your head in the game is one of the major, iron rules of every sport. This person just... Wasn't really in the mood, then. How unfortunate. The answer was then clear for Kitami, over those thoughts dwindling in his brain. Without hesitation - and wanting to place his palm over his face in embarrassment from not choosing so immediately - he straightened his body on the blazing iron bench and made the first move, as casually as possible. "Yo." The classmates also didn't wait too long for a substitute for that short guy, one of the soccer club members returning shortly after. They had around 8 more minutes until the ring would be played, allowing them to leave for lunch break. Kitami used this while to chat, or, at least intended on doing so. In the end the response from shorty here was just as important as the orange-haired's approach. With a regular, friendly smile, he tried starting up small talk. Ands such blunt small talk, you can only find in Honshou Kitami. "You're Riva, right? Why'd you quit on them? Just when you leave a good impression, too. You were only this far away from getting a secret fangirl, you know? Hehe." Bringing his thumb and index finger closer, he signed at the other boy just how 'close' he was. The cool attitude he boasted when quitting might have also helped in that, quite possibly so - it matched many movie character stereotypes well. Kitami chuckled at his own comment, proving it was basically a joke to lighten up the mood. He looked at the other with no particular expression, awaiting an answer. This could be fun too, perhaps more so than joining a volleyball game. In the end it all comes down to how much you put your mind into it, how much you're willing to get your head in the game. [/style]

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[SHEEKA RIVA]

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[KITAMI HONSHOU]

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[SHEEKA RIVA]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: #121212; width: 500px; height: 45px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #467B94; margin-top: -20px;]DUSK LAMENT[/style] [style= background-color: #121212; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #FFFFFF; margin-top: -30;]NIGHT BRINGS PAINFUL TEARS AND TWILIGHT STARS[/style]
[atrb=style,background: #212121; width: 150px; height: 400px; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94][style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/0iWNIs.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topright: 40px; -o-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-topright: 40px;] [/style]   [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Jr0v1s.jpg);] [/style]  [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/tvJFgs.jpg); -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomright: 40px;] [/style]	[rs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212] [style=margin-left: 10; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94; height: 460px; width: 300; overflow:auto; background-color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #FFFFFF; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px;] Sheeka blinked slightly as Kitami turned his face away, obviously turning red. Wait. What must...oh. Sheeka's own face colored bright red in embarrassment as he figured out why Kitami's own face was bright red. Why was he thinking something like that? Was he an utter moron or just some sort of creep for his brain to automatically go into the gutter? He knew teenagers were generally gutter-minded but that was just bad! "Whatever you were thinking, stop thinking it!" Sheeka hissed under his breath. "That's just creepy. Get your mind out of the gutter! I was talking about my height! I'm not the tallest boy in the world, if you haven't noticed." Sheeka's face was still bright red as he looked away. He was still...you know, innocent. The closest he'd gotten was almost being some pedophile's pet during the year and a half he'd lived on the streets (...it was probably the reason why kids were told not to talk to strangers...but no...he had to talk to the creepy man.) But that was a moot point, the main point was...how could he even think that of him! "I mean really...why...and /how/ did you automatically think that of me?" Sheeka asked, curiously, eying the other boy warily as he held the stuffed animal closely. After a moment of thought, Sheeka went ahead and let his transgressions go. "Whatever...it's cool - long as you really aren't a pervert...besides, I would kill you if you were. As for not actually playing...sports aren't my thing." Sheeka answered and then gave Kitami another look when he suggested a shower together...was he actually a pervert? No...he couldn't be. Could he? Well. Sheeka already knew he answer. And whether or not he could actually kill the other boy...well he probably thought that was a joke, anyway. "I thought I'd skip out on the rest of the day, truthfully. Head home and then head over to the Inazuma dojo," Sheeka admitted casually with a shrug of his shoulders. "I have no qualms about skipping school...and neither do my parents." If Kitami hadn't noticed Sheeka's attendance issues, then that was fine with him. He went to school as often as needed. No more. No less. Glancing back towards the volley ball game one last time, he glanced towards Kitami again. "You're welcome to skip too, you know. I don't think they'll notice anyway. Only problem is getting over the wall - which won't be a problem for me." He was a fairly decent little acrobatic and climber when he wanted to be, after all. [/style]
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