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Post by Haruna Shizuoka on Feb 21, 2012 14:18:58 GMT -5
Haruna strode into the gymnasium with her track suit and looked around. It was disappointingly empty, but she wasn't terribly surprised since this was a dueling academy and P.E. wasn't exactly an expressed requirement to graduate. However, here she was, ready to teach the class. She'd taken a deep breath and looked at the sign-ups for the class that she'd left awhile ago and felt even more disappointed at the lack of attendance. Perhaps more students would come to the class than the number of people that signed up. Well, Haru, it's time to actually be a teacher. Get used to those students, y'know? Even if a few of 'em are ogling you.Of course, this meant that she couldn't do any of her usual poses. Even in her track suit, though, perhaps she'd catch attention anyways. After all, she was a model and wouldn't be terribly surprised if her students didn't recognize her. Even if her modeling agency was rather different from the rest. If they did notice, though, she probably wouldn't be modest about it. Which was normal for her. But, at the very least, she couldn't let it distract her from class. She'd taken another deep breath and looked towards the entrance as she'd started to stretch, waiting for them to come in. |
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Post by Leon DeHay on Feb 21, 2012 15:23:17 GMT -5
Leon strode into the Gym at a slightly quickened place, still keeping his heart rate up. This class was extremely convenient in that it timed well with his daily jog, and he could be dressed for the class as well. He was fairly pale, and this showed even more in his small Obelisk Blue jogging shorts. He was tall, and had fairly long legs; however hair-growth wasn't in his genes. His stark-white legs were hairless and long, looking longer because of the short shorts. He wasn't muscular in any way, and the white tank he was wearing showed that, hanging loosely. Tall and Lanky, that was him. He took a drink from his water bottle and walked to the wall of the gym. He looked like he was the second person there, but he couldn't tell if the other girl was a teacher or a student. So he just stood against the wall and continued stretching, setting his water bottle down on the floor. [/size] |
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Post by Sahtra Terabell on Feb 21, 2012 18:24:46 GMT -5
Sahtra had her hair pulled back into a high pony tail, the front most blue strands (other than her bangs) fell down a bit before being pinned back--a style she use to wear at home when she'd work out. Her uniform was plain except for the yellow trim on the shirt. The shorts--if you can call them that--were black and firm fitting without giving any unpleasant folds. Her brand new sneakers--with lime green streaks on them (she thought they were the cutest sneakers, so she had to get them)--squeaked once on her walk over. She wasn't too use to wearing them on smooth ground for she was normally in a gym. Sahtra's eyes fell on the teacher and she smiled. Oh she knew who THIS was. She had stumbled across a few pictures of the woman and when she was younger, was very jealous of her. Now though, the jealousy was no longer there seeing as she was teaching a class. Seems the modeling career wasn't secure enough for her. "Good morning, Ms. Shizuoka."Her British accent rolled out with a light tone, in a type of casual conversation. She stood with a lady like pose, smooth legs in shape and flawless. Her hands rested on her hips, the stance making her shirt ride up just a bit. A small smile was on her face that didn't quite fill her eyes. |
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Post by Nasuki "Shade" Kiyomori on Feb 22, 2012 22:55:22 GMT -5
Another drill, that’s all it was.
No time for friends, no time for conversation, no time for little unnecessary procedure.
It was a policy well enforced by the uptight Slifer Red Student. The moment she stepped into the gym floor, she had glanced around. Her gaze seemed like it was stolen from the most feral of lionesses, her stance tamed, and her fingers slightly curled ready for fists if it would need to come to it. Sure, it was P.E. class, but as far as she knew, it did not take away from the fact that it involved that infuriating backdrop known as “people.” Every bit of her strength was savored just to get through the day; nothing more nor less than survival.
She had may been strict when it came to her interactions, but her dressing was still considerate for situations. She had dressed as if preparing for a spar: her standard Duel Academy exercising supplies were paid for with shorts trimmed for black color with a red stripe running along the sides, an upper red black short sleeve shirt with the same striped design running along her left side, and imprinted on her bust of c-cups was the Duel Academy logo. She had not given look too much thought; not as much as the boys had just looking towards her.
What was with them? Was it some kind of kink for her figure or the fact she had long pink hair?
Shade did not care for them. To show this, she had not even known they existed: eyes nor body that co-existed with them. She had simply came in with her hair tied in a ponytail, banded in three places of base, center, end, and tossed over her right shoulder as she was seeing that she was about begin some physical exercises. Her thumb scrolled through the Duel Academy’s homepage once more as she was browsing looking for the school schedule and the listed faulty members, already looking for the “absent” faculty member she was yet to see in the gym.
Her eyes glanced up once more...
“A guy and two girls chatting,” she had thought. Asking questions could have helped, but she dread the thought of walking into a conversation about “boy bands”, “boy friends”, or any variation of “boy” that she utterly detested. “I hope she doesn’t come. I don’t feel like dealing with this.”
Shade tucked away her Duel Academy issued PDA. Her eyes had gone around to the “backdrop.” The young man near the wall, two young women, and a bunch of kids in separate classes most likely. She had decided to walk in and just sort her card de-...She rolled her eyes.
“Duel Disk is in the locker.” she had reminded herself.
Shade stood at the doorway with her arms folded, inching towards the wall near the door readying for a quick escape if the teacher was not present. Her presence somewhat apparent from the squeak her black training shoes made across the gym floor with her dragged step.
The thought of being in this class was already irritating.
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“Why, yes! I would love some!”
OOC Notes:
Now Listening To: “Check it Out (Instrumental)” by Will.I.Am ft. Nicki Minaj
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Post by Setsuna Makenshi on Feb 23, 2012 0:16:04 GMT -5
As Setsuna hesitantly walked into the gym, her face was beat red, and it was almost painfully obvious how embarrassed she felt at this moment. She was already self-conscious due to her height and chest making her stick out like a sore thumb. Being six feet tall and a d-cup when you're only fifteen tends to do that. Her gym uniform, consisting of a tight-fitting white t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, seemingly went out of its way to accentuate these features, making her stand out even more...and it made her extremely uncomfortable.
Truth be told, she didn't even want to sign up for this class, though she did anyway, simply because she felt obligated to...it was a class, after all, and she was a student. So she figured she should probably take it. Of course, due to having to get it custom ordered (once again due to her size), she didn't actually receive her gym clothes until just before she was ready to leave. Needless to say, if she had known what kinds of outfits she would have to wear, she would never have signed up.
Despite her overall feelings of dread, she was determined to at least do her best. She was here, so she might as well give it her all. Of course, she wasn't really the athletic type...sure, she had a lot of energy when she was younger, but the incident in which she nearly drowned played a large part in her becoming the shy and incredibly awkward girl she is today. Were it not for that, she'd probably be a pretty good athlete. As it stands, her shyness and awkwardness, coupled with her abysmal self-confidence and tendency to space out every now and then, kind of puts a damper o that. But it didn't mean she wouldn't try. "...h-hello...e-everyone."
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Post by DJ Mcloud on Feb 23, 2012 4:20:58 GMT -5
DJ walked into the class awkwardly, knowing his shyness and tendency for blushing would make this awkward. He adjusted his short and shirt, both of which were comfortably baggy without being loose enough to be an issue or be falling off of him. He wasn't much one for physical activity but he stayed fit enough, hopefully the physical challenge wouldn't be as difficult as the mental one. Every time he went to a beach and saw the pretty girls in their swimsuits he could barely squeak out a word. He always had a problem talking to girls in groups due to his chivalrous timidness and being bullied by his sister and her friends as a kid.
He had gotten better over the years with such a problem, however it still poked its head out when it was a group of girls with revealing outfits such as swimsuits or... gulp... gym uniforms. He poked his head in slowly, face bursting in a blush as he looked around. The first thing he noticed was the teacher, a beautiful blonde who was thankfully somewhat conservatively dressed as far as gym teachers went. Though she was still stunning and the mere fact of seeing her at all made him pink a bit. The next was a familiar face, however that was less than comforting given what Sahtra was wearing. His eyes trailed up her legs and oddly fitting shirt, knowing her she was trying to show off and doing a good job of it with her pose. There he went staring at her again, he really had to stop that.
The third almost made him wanna shout 'PINK HAIR' right then and there, it was one of his many, many weaknesses. She seemed somewhat distracted however so he tried to avert his eyes and not dwell too much on the nice-figured pink-haired woman. The last woman looked about as nervous to be there as he did, though probably for different reasons. She too was very pretty (seemed to be standard at this school) and the boy hardly noticed that she was a few inches taller than him, not that he would have minded. He sunk his head down and heard the last woman speak up sheepishly. "H-Hi there, nice to meet you all!" He squeaked out, sounding not unlike the sneakers that slid across the smooth floor every so often. He bowed his head down and had his hands clasped in front of him tightly, arching his body forward a bit, bowing as if begging the women to stop this torture of death by blushing.
There was a boy there too, probably... maybe.
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Post by Leon DeHay on Feb 24, 2012 0:56:13 GMT -5
Leon prepared himself for his own haughty facade that he put on when other people were around. He did have a reputation as an arrogant asshole and was rumored to be one of the top two duelists at the school, and he had to act like he knew it. He leaned against the wall and watched as first a sulty brit walked in. Trying too hard... He thought to himself as his eyes were then drawn to a pink-haired girl.
She looked arrogant as well, but who was he to judge? His was an act, he didn't know whether anyone elses was or not. He sighed to himself quietly. So far, all the women of the class seemed to have a thing for catching men's eyes. It wasn't that it wasn't working, it just wasn't working on him. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to women, he'd just never found one he could open himself up to enough to try to be attracted to them. His years had been too focused on study, Duel Monsters and business to be caught by feminine distractions.
As he was musing, another girl walked in and he already found himself liking her. She seemed nervous and having self-esteem issues. It was these times when he didn't wish that the look on his face was one of kindness instead of haughty attitude and confidence. His smirk and piercing gaze seemed to be settling on all the girls haughtily, as if daring them to try and attract him. And yet, a boy finally joins the class. He looked just as nervous as the girl before, and was almost unashamedly, (Or maybe very ashamedly) staring at the girls in the gym-wear.
He allowed a chuckle to himself, one that echoed more loudly then he'd intended throughout the gym. Embarassed for a second, he realized that it would only help his facade and just smirked even more, almost disgusted with himself. It would all be worth it in the end, with a proud father and the title of one of the Top Duelists of the World. Attachments and friends could mean something then...
"Good morning, Miss Shizuoka." He spoke loudly enough for the teacher and all the other students to hear as he stepped away from the wall, his stance one of confidence or arrogance, it was yet to be seen. [/size][/center] |
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Post by Reiko Akoga on Feb 24, 2012 13:50:47 GMT -5
After being overcome by the delusion that putting a little glitter in your hair was actually a good idea, Reiko had soon found an old friend from middle school and began to chew the fat once she entered the gym. Why Reiko? Let’s get this out of the way: Reiko is relatively average when it comes to looks, no matter how much she tries to help it with fashion. She was simply in the class because she wanted to look better, even though there was little other. Granted, even if she didn’t like guys and she hadn’t given coming out much of a consideration, she certainly didn’t mind when guys though she was attractive, because that meant that at least somebody did. It’s only when they’re persistent and fragile as Tadashi that it became a problem.
Reiko had soon enough stopped paying attention to her friend. Now, her own reasons account, she assumed most the other girls would be the normal or homlies with just one or two trying to stay in shape. The people that Reiko scanned were an obviously British girl who oozed confidence, though she reminded her of a couple delinquent friends who made had some part time jobs doing compensated dating. Next was a pink haired girl who had her nose was stuck in her PDA and a figure that proved to Reiko that life simply wasn’t fair. Another girl who kept to herself reminded Reiko of the titular character of an American T.V show she was fan of, Xena the god damned Warrior Princess. The teacher herself made Reiko blush; vaguely familiar, but looking like a model or an actress, thought the thought of her P.E. teacher being one of those was absurd. It also seemed as if having, ahem, looking like you might have back problems was a requirement to join Duel Academy while Reiko was the only the one who didn’t get the memo. Burning fat was hardly going to help in this department, but she figured staying around wasn’t going to hurt … especially when it came to her eyes.
Reiko snapped back to reality to find her friend yelling, with spit flying. Naturally, the story about that girl’s boyfriend cheating on her with her cousin was more important than anything else at the world at the moment, so she met Reiko’s apology with a slap. Reiko rubbed her cheek for a moment as her friend stalked off to the other side of the room, and then began to fiddle with her gym bag. She took out a bottle of Morning Rescue, took a swig, and then let out a sigh.
She took a look back at Xena, and found a boy next to her now. Reiko thought they wereboth in the same boat, nervous as hell, and that they looked a little cute together. Reiko was soon reminded of how she used to be really withdrawn before Tadashi and the Go club, and felt derawn to them. Unfortunately, her memory of her more shy days apparently wasn’t the best, as she basically skipped to where they were, and seemd to the fight the ruge to jump up and down as she stood in front of them. “Are yous guys doin’ okay?” She asked in her blatantly Kansei accent and her head cocked to one side. After taking another sip of her drink, and held out her hand. “The name’s Reiko!”
OoC: Yeah, using New England as an English equivalent to the Kansei/Osaka accent, a la Joey/Jonouchi.
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Post by Nasuki "Shade" Kiyomori on Feb 25, 2012 3:00:48 GMT -5
  “I cry for friendship like a beautiful moon.”
"...h-hello...e-everyone."
A giantess seemed to utter in a shy manner. It was not appropriate to call the woman that had introduced herself to the group that, but nevertheless, Shade called people how she saw them. It only took her a second to notice the voice and five more seconds to look her over completely with her eyes from where she stood. Since she had tended to make her exit, she was distancing herself from that little entourage of students that had gathered. Her eyes were only looking for one thing in particular, and that was their late “sensai” that she expected to be some old wrinkly lady or some woman dressed in some cliché gym outfit for old people.
"Good morning, Miss Shizuoka." A voice said breaking the barrier.
That little “barrier” that Shade had made between voices that mattered and voices that were just the inaudible white water of the backdrop: people who she could care less about. Not that the boy mattered, but rather something he said had caught Shade’s attention. Tall? Maybe. Handsome? Not in her opinion. She was not one for the hair color of his that had a shade that reminded her burning fury for many things red: her uniform and blood that mixed with tears so many times. The figure approached the two women that Shade paid little attention to early, and this only made her raise a brow as she started to let her eyes remain on the woman in the suit; the one that caught his eyes and now Shade’s.
“She looks like a kid...” even Shade’s thoughts were with such venom.
She had no time for games! No charades, no jokes! She was so serious, not even the word “fun” came to mind when she thought of a playground. She had skipped much of orientation seeing that she took time to do things that were more “important” to her like fine-tune her deck, rest, or prepare her room layout. She had made a lot of space for push-ups, sit-ups, and even replaced the drapes so no outdoor voyeur would peek inside to disturb her. They were a nice shade of black and red that entangled well to her theme. It was ironic how she detested the colors, but yet, they were a comfort...a constant motivational reminder that fueled her fury.
“Nothing to like about this.” Shade thought to herself, “This school, these people; just don’t get use to them.” Her feet went worth moving her towards the group. It was inevitable, so she just decided to get it over with. There was some guy with bad hair, a gentle giant with her munchkin to match, the kid-sensai with some girl who, Shade prayed to whatever existent Gods there were, was not a brown-nose, and some girl who just skipped in. They can’t be all that bad...
“Are yous guys doin’ okay?” the “skipper” asked before sipping her drink and holding out her hand, “The name’s Reiko!”
Shade had not even noticed that she stopped in her tracks a short-way from the group. Her arms were folded and her expression was wrinkled in extreme discomfort. It was like she had just seen some sort of alien. “Oh, great!” waste shifting from left to right as she brought her weight down to that leg, “We have one that’s been brainwashed by morning sunrises and lollipops!” she thought.
She changed her mind. Maybe “she” would be that bad. Regardless, Shade had stepped forth standing simply a good three meters away before planting her feet firmly. She knew it was the right distance when that feeling had come washed over her that she was so familiar with: that she would not fit-in or get along with this group. She wasn’t good at this, and seeing whom she was dealing with, she did not see herself getting along with anyone anytime soon once more as she, like now, felt worlds apart even when they were just an arm’s reach away.
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“It's so close, but yet so far.”
OOC Notes:
Now Listening To: “Check it Out (Instrumental)” by Will.I.Am ft. Nicki Minaj
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Post by Victoria "Tori" Kyoakuhan on Feb 25, 2012 6:12:43 GMT -5
Tori hurried down the path that lead to the gym. After seeing the uniform for women and the uniform Setsuna had received at the dorm, she ransacked her other outfits in a modified state. This had resulted in the black sweat pants and pink tank top, and those sneakers with the lilac color. It had taken her so long to find the outfit she ended up not only walking to class alone but risking being late. So she ran as fast as she could, her silver hair whipping around her face from under her gold colored bandanna. She was almost at the door when she remembered she had never finished zipping up her shoulder bag. As if on que, the bag's contents spilled out. Really bag? This close to the door? Tori thought as she knelt down to pick up the belongings: a cellphone, two bottles of water, some trail mix, and a change of cloths. He face was bright red as she shoved the clothes in first, eyes searching all around to see if anyone saw. Lucky for her, she was outside of the gym and alone. With a relieved sigh, she loaded the rest of her things in the bag before securing it closed. Tori stood back up and took a deep breath. No reason to be nervous. It is just P.E. and nothing more. She nodded her head and with a face still blushing from just a moment ago, she entered the gym. A quick look around and she felt ridiculously short. At least there was someone to be tall with Setsuna... and why was there s many girls?!?! She swallowed the lump in her throat before she started over to all of the students. She dropped the shoulder bag against the wall and went over to Setsuna--she didn't know anyone else. Of course she gave a good morning in a bare whisper, fearing if she spoke too loud it would echo, to those she passed on this trek. She put her hands behind her back and gave a more audible greeting to Set. "I am shocked I made it in time."She spoke to her roomie with comfort and a sense of stability that she at least had a friend here in the room of strangers. (-Nook Tori = so annoying to type all that on this thing... o.o ) |
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