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[personal profile] shutter_hime
((OOC: Shortly before the school trip.))

Bap. Bap. Bap.
Bap. Bap. Bap.
Bap. Bap. Bap.


Kokoro’s volleyball bounced between her wrists and into the air, over and over. The last game could have gone better, and while the Kikuryou Yurei had managed to pull victory from the jaws of defeat (securing their place in the playoffs!) Kokoro couldn’t help but feel like she could have done much better. Her spikes only got them so far, and her passes were generally agreed to be her weak point.

Of course, it was hard to bump a ball she couldn’t pass to anyone. The tallest girl both on the team and (she feared) within the entire school, was dressed in her practice uniform, pink hair darker with sweat at her temples. The weird thing that had attacked them in the locker room at the opening day seemed to have squiggled off somewhere, leaving it free and clear for the girls’ sports teams to use.

Bap. Bap. Bap.

Kokoro let her hands drop and caught the ball. "I need to get this together. Come on, me."
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[personal profile] ghostsugar_mod
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!

Love,

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.]
[identity profile] bewarewulf.livejournal.com
Ulf had noticed that he went through cycles of moodiness – or, more specifically, homesickness. At first he’d thought it might have been something to do with the moon, as so many of his other ‘issues’ were, but then he’d had a good couple of months’ respite, so that theory was a bit blown. Now as he felt himself sinking deeper into what constituted melancholy for him, he wondered if he’d ever get used to being here. After more than six months away from home he thought he’d gotten over the worst of it, and that there’d only be the occasional nostalgic pang, but the past couple of weeks had proven him wrong on that count, too.

Well, maybe it was just that his birthday was around the corner. Probably hadn’t helped that his olds hadn’t been able to skip off work for Sports Day – it wasn’t really a big deal, but since basically everybody else’s family had come to visit, he’d taken it a little harder. Big wussy that he was. )
[identity profile] bewarewulf.livejournal.com
There were certain things guaranteed to gnaw at Geirulf Ulvestad’s brain without his permission. One, of course, was whether or not his hair still looked awesome at any given point in time. While he was fairly sure that it always did, there was just this fear that it might not be. This is a fairly typical teenage affliction.

Another was that the girls ogling his butt were doing so because it was getting fat or something and therefore they were actually laughing at him. Ulf was less certain on this one, although he was pretty confident that all the running he did pretty well guaranteed him a backside like granite, no matter how big it was. Most of the time he could ignore this one.

WHY WERE JAPANESE PEOPLE SO CONFUSING?!?! )
[identity profile] shutter-hime.livejournal.com
Kokoro felt somewhat bad about how she and Sol had parted, but only somewhat. While the girl regularly did her best to act her nicest with everyone, she had trouble with Sol. Sol, however nice she was, fraternized with the enemy, and Kokoro couldn't forgive her for that. Not after what she'd started to remember. Not after what she knew, besides, the journal entry had annoyed her - sure, paint Kokoro like the wolf, while Sol in sheep's clothing cried about how meeeeeaaaaaaaaaan Kokoro had been. Hmph!

What if Sol was just like Suguru, and was checking up on his handiwork? Or worse, making sure Kokoro wouldn't be a threat to his secret? It was hard to think easy and carefree schoolgirl thoughts when one had to worry about being attacked in the night (or day, it didn't seem like Suguru was that picky). So, after watching three Studio Ghibli movies, a drama she promised Sachi she'd look into, and three bars of Lotte chocolate, Kokoro found herself at Ulf's door.

She was just here for a quick hug, she told herself firmly. She wasn't going to say anything weird and make Ulf be even more suspicious of her recent change in behavior. Kokoro rapped on the door a few times and stood stiffly. "Ulf-kun? Are you in?"
[identity profile] supermikotan.livejournal.com
"A-and that's our house," Nao said to Ulf, leading him across the white gravel of the shrine's main compound. As they came around the corner, she gestured with one hand, shy.

The Kasuga's house stood behind the shrine, hidden by a screen of bamboo and camellia bushes. It was a rather plain affair made of dark wood and a heavy blue tiled roof. At the edges of the roof hung rain-chains that had long since tarnished to a pleasant green patina. The building had not been painted since at least the 1970's and there were a few quite obvious areas of disrepair. Tiles had been disturbed on the west corner of the roof and were missing. One window two spaces to the left of the front door was cracked and had been secured with duct tape and holy charms. Not to mention the cracks in the foundation, some earthquake damage, a bee's hive under the eaves, and the wood at the corner of the kitchen was rotting away.

Other than that, it was a regular cozy old-style Japanese country home, except for the fact that this house had holy wards plastered outside every window and door. The family's laundry could be seen hanging on poles beyond the house, and behind that, a vegetable garden and an old-fashioned storehouse. And past that, nothing but trees, all the way up to the hills. It was quite the backyard, to say the least.

Nao tried to hold her head high as they walked through the mossy front garden and approached her home. She knew that it was probably noticeable how little money her family had, but it was still her family. )
[identity profile] shutter-hime.livejournal.com
With Sports Day over, Kokoro's parents returned home. Her mother went back to Tokyo, and her father off to some other country. Was it India, this time? Or was it Tibet? Maybe it was Iran, Kokoro couldn't really remember.

She'd at least got lots of photos of them while they were with her, and that was important. At least until she got to see her mother during summer vacation. Kokoro sighed and laid back across the bench in the gardens outside the dormitory on a balmy Sunday afternoon. It was nice to have the constant miin-miin-miin of the cicadas in her ears, and she flipped idly through the pictures on her memory card. Kokoro's pink hair was pulled into a curly, flippy ponytail that coiled itself in the middle of her back, her bangs were pulled away from her face with some quickly chosen beaded bobbypins. Kokoro was dressed for the season, anyway, her khaki shorts were fashionably short. The dark navy t-shirt was thin enough to show the hint of a white tanktop beneath it. Her wrists were decorated with chunky bracelets, her heeled sandals were neatly arranged beside the bench.

She needed something to do, someone to bother, and for once she didn't feel like taking her aggression out on her volleyball. Kokoro looked up from the bench and at the expansive blue sky. Kokoro lifted the camera to her eye and focused on the weathervane at the top of the dormitories.

Maybe she'd go looking for ghosts.
[identity profile] sugar-mods.livejournal.com
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.]
[identity profile] nocturnalboy.livejournal.com
No leather seat. No bed to lay back on. No slippers, no bathrobe, no champagne, no personal TV screen and game system. Not even an on-board masseuse!

No one, not a soul, had told Suguru that the seven hour flight to Hawaii for the school trip was.... IN COACH.

Suguru hadn't traveled often but the few times he had, it had been in style. But this? No way. The seat was the smallest little thing he'd been in in ages. It didn't lean all the way back. He leaned it back as far as he could, and the person behind him hmphed and kicked his seat. So he had to sit up. He didn't have his own TV, he would have to look at a screen that was pretty far away and over everyone's heads. There was nothing good to read. The music channels you could get by plugging your earphones into the chair's armrest were all super lame. Jazz, rock, pop/rock, showtunes, big band, soft jazz, jazz fusion, classical, soft rock, Michael Bolton? Who devoted an entire airplane radio station to Michael Bolton!?

Suguru sat back and sighed, watching the rest of his fellow 2nd years file into the plane and find their seats. He had an eye mask, some aromatherapy spray, and all of his games and manga and things. At least he had a window (which he had firmly shut against the daylight). Hopefully no one would take the seat next to him and he could put the armrest up and kind of lay across the two seats in his row.
[identity profile] bewarewulf.livejournal.com
[Takes place a couple of days after Take Two Blue. Apologies for length~]

There was something really not right here.

Ulf slipped out of his dorm room silently, careful not to wake his snoring roommate. The hallway was clear. He could feel his skin crawling with ever barefooted step, but he was getting used to that feeling now. This school wasn't normal. He'd known that when he'd come here - or at least he'd known about the rumours surrounding it. Hell, it was half the reason he was here, after all. However this was more than he'd really expected.

The incident with Kokoro had made it personal, though. Ulf was fairly sure that her sudden and inexplicable illness wasn't a mere coincidence. Too many little things were piling up and starting to make a horrible kind of sense. He'd taken to exploring at night, prowling around the school and grounds in both forms to see what there was to be found.
A werewolf's nose could see through time, given half a chance. )
[identity profile] shutter-hime.livejournal.com
[Two Days after Hiding Out]

Kokoro came into her dorm room shaky and tired after volleyball practice. Mostly, she'd just helped the team manager clean up the clubroom and called out advice to the first years, but it still felt like she'd run a marathon. Stupid sudden anemia, stupid body. Matsuzaki had moved from the seat beside her, too, which was a mixed blessing. She'd almost miss kicking that idiot's desk every time he fell asleep. As it was, the desk beside her was now empty, and Kokoro didn't mind that she still had Ulf-kun next to her. At least they could trade notes in peace without Matsuzaki getting his panties in a bunch.

With a sigh, she flopped face down on her bed. Dinner would be served soon in the dorm cafeteria, and she really wanted something good to eat. She would just... have to convince herself to get up first. Kokoro turned around onto her back and looked up at her poster of Hikki. She always looked so ready to be energetic! Why couldn't Kokoro have that same energy? Kokoro groaned and threw a hand over her face. "Where's Ulf-kun, already, jeez. I bet he got caught up on some girl. Dummy," she muttered to herself and sat up.

Her cellphone hung off her bag, and she snatched it up, laying on her back to text. A new message caught her attention from her mother.

Call me immediately, Koro-chan. Kokoro deleted it. Nurse Murakami probably messaged her to let her know about her anemic state. When she tried to remember how she'd gotten to the tea garden, it was one big, violent blank spot. Her skin would get goosebumps and her pulse would race. Whatever happened, it hadn't been good.

But what had happened? Kokoro looked at her phone and sighed again, before tapping out a new message.

Ulf-kun, where are youuuuu~? \(o.o\) She hit the send button with her thumb and stared up at her ceiling.
[identity profile] bewarewulf.livejournal.com
"Herregud." Ulf sighed and loosened off his tie, wondering mournfully how many hours of detention he'd get if he just stripped down to his boxers. It was too damn hot! Sure, Norwegian summers weren't altogether freezing, but at least there he'd been able to escape for a swim. And it was a different kind of heat, too. He still wasn't quite used to it.

On the other hand, he was enjoying this school. More than he'd thought he would, actually. It was nice to be out on his own, even though he missed his siblings. Well. The younger ones, anyway. Efraim he could certainly do without. But the school...yeah, it was pretty alright. People were mostly nice (apart from that weird jerk Suguru) and helped him muddle along with his improving Japanese. They pointed and waved when he walked past - prob'ly on account of the fact that he was so obviously foreign, he supposed - and that did a young man's ego a lot of favours.

He rounded a corner, idly listening to his iPod through one earbud while exchanging friendly greetings with strangers, and froze. His eyebrows twitched together in puzzlement as he continued to stare.

Was that...a box? Moving by itself?

It appeared to be so.

Now, Ulf had seen a lot of strange things in his sixteen years of life. He was himself a strange thing. But for some reason the idea of a box just floating was more than a little disturbi--

--There was a girl holding it. Okay. Okay. That made more sense. Ulf sighed in relief and continued walking. Poor kid, the box was bigger than she was! What the hell was in it? Even if it wasn't heavy it was unwieldy enough to make cartage difficult. Jeez. "Hey, hey! You okay with that? Need some help?"