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The mournful strains of violin music drifted across the grounds of Kikuryou Academy. It was night time, the new moon casting everything into darkness, and the lack of wind made it feel like the Academy itself was holding its breath.

As Tom Marsh walked along, playing his violin, his face was completely expressionless. It seemed almost like the music was playing him, rather than the other way around. Perhaps it was. For this was no normal symphony, but rather, a prelude. Around him drifted a cloud of beautiful red moths, glowing around him like a swarm of embers, drifting like fallen leaves. They followed that tune like they would a flame, guided by it like a funeral march to the student dormitories.

Not that they would remain in their close orbit for long. As soon as they detected any human life, clumps of them broke off to swarm the unfortunate soul. To breathe in the poison in their wings was to feel one’s heart pound in fear. To be touched by them was to find the worst nightmares in the victim’s heart freed and brought to the surface. They fed on such horrors, and they wouldn’t stop their torment so long as they lived. Nowhere would be safe, not once they’d caught the scent of a victim.

Yet, for all of that danger, for as much as Tom seemed to be in control… there was another. A shadow to his presence, a silence to his music. A predator in the night that watched the assault with cold, cruel amusement. And most importantly, one who waited for those who might try to stop Tom, for he wouldn’t see his game stopped, not when this was only the opening move…

[Tag under the comments. OOC information here. You know the dealio. Have fun trippin' balls, yo~]

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You are given this letter upon arrival at the destination:
  Dearest Students and Staff!

The plane ride was exciting and the train has brought everybody to Kagoshima Prefecture, Kyushu! The weather is looking rainy so I bought everybody a cute personalized rain poncho and put one in each of your dufflebags: you get a kittycat princess, ducky, or a black piggie!

During work times, students and teachers will wear the school P.E. track suits. During other times, students must be in uniform. Principal Narimatsu sure hopes you didn't bring any prohibited items in your luggage. Behave nicely and thank the people you work with. Let’s enjoy friendship and teamwork in the warm and toasty South, mes amies!!! Yahoo!


Principal Narimatsu
-pyon!!!! \(^o^)/

[ooc: Each kid can choose to do something different each day, or choose the same thing all week if they want. They are paired with a classmate when they show up to the job site.]
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Ever since his last encounter with Sumire who had actually been Dopple, but still, Tom had held a great deal of suspicion toward the school nurse. There were far too many injuries in this school for her to not ask questions, and that meant she was either complicit or she knew more than she let on. Chances were also good that she'd have some kind of record about the more supernatural students and the other people in the school. So, whether she was incompetent or evil, confronting her would be a very good idea.

Tom waited until school was over and the infirmary was empty before he made his move. Sumire tended to linger, putting away supplies and otherwise tidying up, so that was the best chance he'd have. Hopefully this would end all right, and she wouldn't need to be hit with a few mysteries, but if that was what it took...

...if that was what it took. He took a few deep breaths to steel himself, and then let himself in. Then he closed the door behind him, hoping that no one would interrupt this. "Nurse Sumire?"
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It's Friday and Dopple is on campus shifting into various students and staff in order to collect information. Please see the OOC event description.

How to do this: For this event, you'll be playing as Dopple shapeshifted into your character. To do this, comment with the subject line "Dopple (your character's name)" and describe what Dopple is doing and hoping to accomplish. Then other characters can comment to thread with Dopple."
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It was the last Friday before the beginning of the 2009-2010 year. The teachers had come back from three weeks' vacation for an inservice workday today, and then they were turned loose again for the last weekend before their new assignments and new classrooms.

Meaning it was time to celebrate. Night flower viewing party was go. The junior teachers deserved to have some fun, before dealing with Ono for another year.

Yuzuya was in a park not far from his apartment building, spreading out a large old quilt out over a tarp, beneath the biggest weeping cherry tree he could find. He turned on the portable lantern he'd brought, and piled up all of the blankets he'd collected for extra warmth in one corner. The spring might be arriving, but it was quite a chilly night tonight. The bags of food and party things, he placed on another side, too. Lots of supplies!

So far, it was just him. Yuzuya sat down on the blanket and took a moment to gaze up at the sky before the others arrived. The moon rose full and round above the myriads of cherry blossoms above. It looked like it was smiling down at him among the stars. This was the perfect night to do this.

[OOC: some things about Yuzu have changed since last year. Please see here for details]
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It was a gray day of June gloom, and Yuzuya's mood matched the sky as he walked through the school grounds. He rubbed his tired eyes with his fingertips and cleared his sore throat. He had really wanted to stay home. However, he hadn't missed or been late to a single day of work yet since becoming a teacher last year, and he desperately wanted to keep his record going as long as possible. Once he took a day off for himself, he was sure it would be easier and easier to slip into not getting out of bed anymore. Anything but that.

Today he had duty at the back gate, to greet the students as they came in and make sure they were walking safely to school. When it was his turn he always felt embarrassed standing out there. The students' eyes on him often made him feel as though he were the one being supervised and evaluated.

Yuzuya took a shortcut across the grass and through some trees, not wanting to be late. And that was when something white on the grass caught his eye. Drawing near to inspect, he could see that it was a shirt, and then that that shirt was on a body that was lying face down in the grass, limbs splayed. "Oh my god," he gasped. Alarmed, Yuzuya ran over as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Aoki-san!" he cried, recognizing the boy's black mop of hair and the thick glasses. He tried to turn the boy upwards, checked his neck with two fingers for a pulse. It was there, but the breathing was shallow. "Aoki-san, Chiaki, can you hear me?" He pried open one eyelid to see if there was eye movement, and didn't see any. "Shit," he hissed, and reached for his cell phone.
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Ren had been more than happy to set up this particular teacher get together, especially when there was going to be karaoke and drinking involved. What better place to go to than Akiyama Kei's family's establishment where her father promised a discount (Kei had nearly had an aneurysm at the word "discount" and Ren struggled not to laugh) since they taught his baby girl and gave her a good education. The karaoke rooms were more sylish than she had imagined and Ren had heard good things about the food and the flood of alcohol.

It was always kind of weird to see a student outside of school but Kei looked just as composed as she usually did. Even wearing worn looking jeans and what looked like a mens' flannel shirt and tee shirt, Kei's presence commanded one's attention. In truth, the eighteen year old kind of scared Ren. Intimidated was the word for it. Kei always looked like she had dirt on her and Ren couldn't risk any of her dirty laundry being aired for the world to see.

"Welcome, Ito-sensei. I'll be your waitress tonight," Kei's smile seemed decent enough on the outside but Ren couldn't help but look down at her own outfit self consciously. Was she showing too much cleavage? Were her jeans too tight? Too many accessories? "Please relax."

Relax. Easier said than done.

Now all Ren had to do was enjoy a beer and wait for the other teacher's to show up.

[ooc: be sure to reply to each other's comments (the collapsible comments) so that we don't get stuck if one person doesn't reply and he can have more than one convo, like on the sports day thread!]
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The sun is shining brightly in a clear blue sky and Sports Day 2008 is upon us! Chairs are set up on the wide expanse of hard-packed dirt grounds for the students, neatly arranged by team and class. Spectators are crowded around, many in chairs, the more casual ones on picnic blankets. The place is packed and sporty rock music is blaring from the loudspeakers.

Students are marching in to the grounds, dressed in neat, clean P.E. clothes with long team-color headbands tied on. Teachers are walking besides their classes, wearing their school tracksuits and t-shirts, as well as optional hats and sunglasses.

The Red Team's giant flaming tiger mascot poster is hanging in the west, and the Blue Team's huge blue dragon poster is splashing in the ocean to the east. Rivalry between the two teams has been fierce in the last week and the energy is very high. It's going to be a battle to remember!

[This is our first event-style thread. If you would like to write, summarize, or rp out what your character is doing it's entirely optional-- please tag the appropriate event. Don't use our usual style of replying to the original post, but please use the normal LJ style of replying to the person above you. SHORT tags are best here. Characters may compete in up to 3 optional events.]
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School was finally over, and Yuzuya figured it was a safe guess that it had been a pretty hectic day for school nurse Murakami Sumire. In addition to a fight breaking out in a 3rd year gym class and left two boys with black eyes and fat lips, first year student Sugimoto Akiko had fallen down the stairs and been rushed to the hospital with a suspected broken arm. As the girl's homeroom teacher, it was Yuzuya's responsibility to check how things had gone. He also had to turn in some health questionnaires the students had filled out before the health check, so that was another excuse for being here.

Yeah, it was an excuse. He was genuinely concerned about Sugimoto-san, but to tell the truth, he was just as concerned about Murakami-sensei herself. He had heard the vice-principal making some small comments around lunchtime, and though he hadn't been in close enough range to hear exactly what and object aloud, he was sure that whatever Ono had said hadn't been fun for Sumire. What was more, he wasn't sure exactly what it was, but Murakami-sensei seemed just a bit... different lately, as though something was bothering her. He wondered if the stress of the job was getting to the poor woman.

Yuzuya lifted a hand to tap lightly on the nurse's office door, and cleared his throat. "Murakami-sensei?" he asked, afraid to disturb the woman during what was likely her first peace of the day.
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[takes place on the day of Sakai's death]

Friday again, and the warm spring sun rising in a clear blue sky made Yuzuya feel as if something nice were going to happen today. How very wrong he was. )
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The morning had passed without incident, and Sumire had been able to catch up with a book (cleverly hidden josei manga, that Ren had lent her) and consider what supplies she needed. The nurse still hadn't been able to find her reading glasses, which was making life difficult. Her old ones perched on the very end of her nose were a little younger and less professional than Sumire would've liked.

But she knew that they were around here somewhere! If only the school would give up the ghost glasses, already! What did a school want with shiny little rimless glasses? Sumire sighed and flipped a page, while she waited for the next poor denizen of the school to come in and require her service. But until that happened, Yamazaki and Kaori-chan's relationship needed fixing! And gentle encouragement!
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Eight o' clock sharp on Monday, and Vice Principal Ono Seiko did not look happy.

Well, okay, to be fair, she never really looked happy. But this morning she was a little grouchier than usual. It was 8:00 and many teachers were not in their desks yet, even though they were required to be at school by 8:15. Not just that, but there were messy desks in the teacher's room already and it was only the second week of school. Hadn't these morons read her memo about neatness expectations in the new term? She glared at the second-year math teacher's desk. It was simply covered with papers and files. Wasn't this teacher thinking of what kind of image this presented to anyone who came into the teacher's room?

Ono ground her teeth and marked a check minus next to the teacher's name on her inspection list. Now for the Social Studies teacher's desk. What a flake. The garbage hadn't been taken out since the day before. She frowned upon the plastic Doraemon clock on the desk. Inappropriate, she marked on her inspection sheet.

Which brought her to the desk of... ah. The vice principal narrowed her eyes at the very neat, very English figure of Samuel Kramer.

"Good morning, Mr. Kramer," she purred. Not Sensei. Never Sensei. He was foreign, and as such he could never fully understand the responsibilities and deep sense of duty the title inferred. She spoke slowly and clearly in simple Japanese to him, as if speaking to a child. "And how are we this morning." It was a pleasantry tossed out with a tone that suggested she didn't care if he answered or not.
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It was a peaceful Friday afternoon, second week of school and there wasn't a peep in the long hallway of B building's ground floor. The shadows were growing longer as seventh period neared an end. Outside the windows the cherry blossoms had exploded into full bloom, scenting the breeze with delicate perfume. A lone bush warbler was still singing to pass the time in the hedges outside, as students studied away quietly inside. Yuzuya wished with all his heart that he could leave this day still and sweet and pretty as a picture, let it end unspoiled. But that wasn't really an option at this point.

He swept through the door of the school nurse's room, clutching his right arm over his head in a paper towel. "Sensei?" he called softly, as if afraid of raising his voice here. "Murakami-sensei?"