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Post by ¡DICKS! on Jan 27, 2017 19:32:53 GMT
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The sun hang high in the sky over the Main Foyer's large grassy courtyard. Several students stood awkwardly as a platinum haired man looked them over with a dream like smile. He stood on a small stage normally used by the Headmaster when she gave announcements. He was Natsume Yuuki, a man known for being the friendlier of the teachers- but a teacher none the less. Of course, some people disliked his friendliness. He was a hugger. And a kisser.
The students in the courtyard had been pulled at random from their classes for the exercise. It was something done every so often to encourage team building and friendly interactions between the students. This was, after all, a reform school and not a prison as some students seemed to believe.
Natsume would drop down to sit on the side of the stage as he clapped his hands to gather the attention of the students. He crossed his legs before leaning forward and grinning mischievously.
”Now, my precious students, today we'll be playing a fun game!” he hummed. ”We're going to be playing Capture the Flag. I'd like you all to step forward and take a random slit of paper from this box next to me!” he hummed before gesturing to a small wooden box. It was filled with pieces of paper.
((So this is going to be a casual event to introduce people to the rolling system and hand out some goodies. We'll be using the rolling system on proboards for this <3 So at the end of threads post [*roll] without the *! Your roll will stay the same whether you edit the post or not- and if you delete the roll and put it back later it'll remain the same as well. (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞
We're first going to roll for teams. So add the Roll tag to the end of your posts. Teams will be announced next post. This event will move in rounds every 24 to 72 hours, and dont feel too pressured to post a long detailed post. The deciding factor on how fast it moves is how fast y'all post!))
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Post by Zoe Garcia on Jan 27, 2017 19:45:14 GMT
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A small gulp escaped her lips as she stood in the crowd of students. Although, maybe crowd was too strong of a word? It was about an average class size... All of them seemed to have been pulled from their classes like she had. When Zoe had been pulled, her heart skipped a beat. Normally being pulled out of class was a bad thing, but this... the teacher wanted to play a game with them?
The red haired girl remained quiet and to herself as the teacher spoke. When he instructed them to go up and take a piece of paper, she hesitated. Zoe wasn't sure if she wanted to be on a team with any of he students around her. Most of them looked dangerous. However, it felt like if she refused to play something bad would happen. It'd be refusing to do a school activity, right?
Quietly, the girl stepped forward and took a small piece of paper. She then quickly scurried away to the back of the crowd and looked down to see what number she got.
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Post by Matsuzaki Kazuo on Jan 27, 2017 19:47:11 GMT
Precious students, eh? Go away, you fruity... He grumbled to himself. But, this idea, this idea for an activity made him feel something. Maybe it was the thought of getting to scrap up some skulls. Maybe it was the thought of showing everyone else that he was gonna be the underdog to beat others. Maybe it was just the idea of having some violent fun. Whatever it was, he felt slightly pumped as he rose up and strolled over to nab his paper, casually opening it up and lounging back to his position from earlier.
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Post by Shelby Cooper on Jan 27, 2017 19:55:22 GMT
 | Shelby swayed side to side as he stood in place, eyes lazily scanning the crowd of students that had gathered. Normally he would have been worried about being in such a large crowd, but with the way everyone was looking at that teacher he got the impression no one was going to start any brawls. At least that's what he kept telling himself. Even if there was a risk of violence it was worth it to have something new to do, anything to add a bit more spice to his day. Gaze finally settled on the teacher, a Japanese guy with pure white hair. Looked like the kind of teacher all the girls would want to teach their class so they could fawn over him. At least he seemed like a pretty cool guy though.
The vandal approached the stage as the teacher sat himself down, gentling nudging people out of the way to get a closer look at what was happening. Though the moment a game was mentioned his nudging got a just a little rougher, his interest in this whole thing suddenly rocketing up. Eyes immediately grew bright as the game was named, a confident smile appearing on his face. Capture the flag was always a big favorite of his. Mainly because back home he was pretty much the best in town, back in the day. Sure so far his track record wasn't as good here, but he was confident that this would be his time to shine.
Making his way to the wooden box as quickly as he could without toppling over anyone else, Shelby reached in and pulled out a number. With his number in hand he then backed away as quickly as possible, hoping to avoid getting in the way of any belligerent students.
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Post by Decklyn O'Conner on Jan 27, 2017 21:18:14 GMT
If there's any game she hates most in the world, any game at all, it's Capture the Flag.
Decklyn is swept in by the crowd congregating around the box, somehow finding her jostled to the front. Peeling the skin off her lower lip with her teeth, she quickly selects a paper from the box and turns to move free from the throng. In her old school, they played this in PE all the time. It's supposed to be fun, she understands, but there's just... so much pressure. It doesn't help that she accidentally breaks the flags she's supposed to be helping.
In a school of delinquents, it's bound to get down and dirty. She's tempted to skip this exercise and go back to class, but she doesn't want to get in trouble. Resigned to her fate, she unfolds the paper and reads the number from it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2017 21:25:46 GMT
OOC: Hi.
A terrible day was about to become even worse than terrible when Olle found himself close enough to the most touchy-feely person on campus. He wasn't one for being touched. Especially not against his will.
That was only one thing, though. Trouble liked company. A game that revolved all around touching others, and not in kind ways. Olle dreaded many things. This game had nearly all of them.
He could feel all sorts of worries bubbling up to the surface, starting in his stomach with that churning, awful feeling and going all the way up to his head, turning his cheeks burning hot and his sight hazy.
But he steadied himself. Olle knew how to deal with these episodes, and he was going to deal. Biting his lower-lip and pinching his arm hard, the boy took a paper as well.
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Post by Yuko Romanov on Jan 27, 2017 21:40:05 GMT
Yuko found herself rolling her eyes at the back of Natsume's head. This preposterous waste of skin was proposing a game amongst the students. What was he going to do? Sit back with some popcorn and just watch them flail about? He'd taken the regular event that promoted teamwork and friendliness and turned into a meaningless competition. She snarled as the first students started walking up and taking their numbers. She normally wouldn't have done anything, but she saw a couple of her soon-to-be students pulling numbers as well. Her scowl deepened.
With a sigh, she let her wheelchair roll slowly up behind Natsume and she put a bright smile on her face. Anyone who was paying close attention, however, could see the acid in her eyes. She coasted to a stop almost right beside Natsume and closed her eyes and tilted her head a bit, "You know, I'm seeing a whole bunch of first years in this crowd, Natsume. They won't know the nooks and crannies like a few of the older students would. It just wouldn't be fair if all the older students ended up on the same team, now would it?"
She opened one eye and smiled her coy little smile, "Of course, we both know this school inside and out, don't we? And I doubt we'd end upon the same team. Why not make this event a little more interesting?"
With that she calmly placed her hand in the box and pulled out a slip of paper, ignoring the murmuring that was spreading through the students.
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Post by Tyson Jackson on Jan 27, 2017 22:04:07 GMT
Tyson made his way toward the box, digging his hand through to grab a number. Capture The Flag seemed like a game Tyson would play, always trying to take on the leader role. "Bet, my team ain't taking no Ls" He's very confident in his skills, always a great time to team out some of his new strategies. He grabbed his number, waiting for further instructions. R_zFq4r4 |
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Post by Samantha Lobo on Jan 27, 2017 23:34:58 GMT
A game.
She was going to be in a fucking game!?
Samantha stomped angrily, arms crossed and lips curled, feeling like she'd rather be anywhere but here.
She took her own slip of paper, eyed it, and scowled.
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Post by Keith Fulton on Jan 28, 2017 2:29:24 GMT
Keith started off uncomfortable when he was called out of class by Teacher Yuuki, and his unease only got worse as it progressed. A "game", huh? Games were all in good fun - except when most of the participants had a criminal record. Another teacher deciding to throw her lot in (literally) only made it worse; Keith's mind ran through horrid punishments if he lost.
Unfortunately, he doubted he was getting a choice in the matter.
"Well, alright..."
Unsteady in movement, Keith nonetheless drew his lot. And thus, the die was cast.
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Post by Rakutsu Hayasa on Jan 28, 2017 4:05:05 GMT
Rakutsu had a terrible feeling in his stomach the moment he was pulled out of his class. When he was called to leave while in the middle of a lecture, he got a strong feeling that he might have been in trouble. He should have known better because ever since he arrived not to long ago, he had only kept to himself. No attempts to make contact with people or anything, but that defeated the purpose of his goal to have a life away from his mother. From the looks of the last few days it seemed fate wanted him to have a life due to all the run ins he had with a few of the school's students.
But to the topic at hand, he was starting to relax a little seeing how he wasn't the only student to be singled out. There was actually a small crowd of students in the yard, but that didn't help him completely. With such s small number of students it meant that the teachers had something planned. This was confirmed when their friendly teacher informed them of a capture the flag game. Rakutsu could actually see this going from 0 to 100 in a blink of a eye because from the looks of it many of the students would try to make it physical. Knowing this, he did his best to keep a neutral expression on as he made his way to the box to get his paper, but not before giving a small bow as tradition before going back among the students.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 6:31:29 GMT
◣◆◢  | Many of the students today were new, and were kind of surprised by the sudden call to playing a game. To Marko however, this was kind of the norm. These little teamwork events were something done every now and then, and somehow the guy had ended up in a lot of them during his time in Kessho. Not that he was complaining. These games were perfect to getting introduced to new faces, especially since the teachers liked to mostly pick new students.
Marko waited for his turn, allowing most of the other students to pick up their piece of paper, before going in himself to the wooden box. As he dug up a number for himself, the guy had also turned to look at the two teachers and waved at them.
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Post by Alexander Heidrich on Jan 28, 2017 15:35:00 GMT
Alex found himself surprised and maybe a little glad to be pulled from class but also a bit irritated because rarely did nice things happened in such instances. As he looked around the courtyard the blonde noticed a variety of face, some from the uppers years and plenty of fresh looking one’s. He was also sure he caught a glimpse of Goat Chin and the old crone as the teacher on stage announced why all of them were gathered for. All in all, the so called event could turn out be if not entertaining at least eventful, hopefully his team wouldn’t be too pathetic.
Eventually he decided he had waited enough and briskly made his way towards the wooden box. Once there he quickly put his hand in before withdrawing a number and returning to the crowd of people. Now all was left was to see who he would end up with.
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Post by Kenji Davidson on Jan 28, 2017 20:43:39 GMT
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Post by Oliver Smith on Jan 28, 2017 22:01:28 GMT
Flipping out the lights,
trying to survive this endless fight @none, none A game of capture the flag sounded innocent. Besides the fact that they were likely going to have some absurd rule, none the less... It was kind of nice hearing something that sounded a little normal.
watching all the students pick a piece of paper, before he found himself heading up to pull some paper as well.
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