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OC: I'll start this before we die of inactivity.
![]() An average day at the school. As always, haruhi was cleaning the room before the ladies could arrive, something Kyouya ordered to do everyday. Such rich bastards had people who could clean for them, why would not them clean it for her? But it was the beggining of a new term. Haruhi had heard new students had appeared,moved by the positive rumours they had heard about the wonderful host club. Indeed, the club's reputation had travelled overseas, from the colour of the skin of many students she had seen in the hallway. Except for the girls in the Zuka club, who Haruhi had encoutered during her holidays-break. Not a meeting to be remembered. Sighing, haruhi declared to herself she had finished. She had to vanish before Kyouya could appear, otherwise he'd make up another task. And finally, Haruhi opened the doors of the Host Club. It was officially open. |
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OOC: Haruhi is a character we can all manipulate. Feel free to use her.
I'll just use her this time because I simply love Haruhi's personality.Haruhi mechanically turned to the twin. With her these-rich-bastards voice, she replied with an angry "no". |
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Hikaru was taken back. His eyes widened as he looked at her and then crossed his arms over his chest. Well fine if she really wanted to be that way. "AhhhAhh..It seems that I'm going to have to tell M'Lord that his coffee isn't here. Man is he going to be dissapointed."
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"Good morning, Tamura-san!"
The blond girl greeted with her hand. Little did she now where she was stepping. The next thing the students in the hallway heard was the sound of a body falling. All heads turned to see what had happened, while the blong girl clumsly got up. "Ah... I did it again..." She answered afirmativelly to all "Are you okay" questions. After spreading her wide smile in the hallway, conforting the people around her, she hurried to the location pointed out by her friend. She looked around and confirmed in the map her weak hands were holding. "Ah... it seems I'm lost again..." |
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Padriac rode into the stables. He looked REALLY pissed.
Apparently, his guardian had told him he was going to be part of the Ouran Host Club, although he had rejected the very thought of the idea. "Why the hell do I have to be part of there?" he had asked, and his guardian had replied, "Why, it's a natural place for you." And he ended it at that. "Jesus," he cursed, getting off his horse and locking Nightenhooves in the stable. "I don't need things complicated by this." But, of course, Jarlaxle LOVED to make his life difficult. It was in his blood. After all... He WAS a drow. He walked through the hallways and up the stairs, and he came to a couple of thugs trying to pick up some chick. He pretty much heard that she didn't want them, but they persisted. "Hey," Padriac said, walking up to them and pushing them away, "She wants to be left alone." "Shut up, Yank," said one, pushing him way from the girl, "This ain't your business. Go kill yourself." "Yeah," said the other one, raising his fist,"Why don't you go flying back to America?!" As the other swung, Padriac felt the battle intent of the thug and caught the fist. He then pulled the thug to him, put him in a head lock, and kneed him in the face. As the first yelled, "WHY, YOU--!!!" and charged, Padriac took the other one, swung him around, and threw him into the first. As they both went down, they got up and started to come again. Padriac sighed and dodged one, then ducked and swung around and round house kicked the other one into a wall. He then jumped up and flip kicked the first in the face. He landed and tackled the guy down. He then upper punched the other thug in the face and then used the "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire" technique on him, repeatingly hitting him in the solar plexus. The guy went down, stunned and not gonna get up for a long time. Padriac then brought his fist up and it smacked the first thug's face, temporarily stunning him for 5 seconds. That was all Padriac needed. He took the guy's head, brought him up in the air, and threw him into the wall. And the guy went down, out cold, Padriac bowed. He then asked the girl, "Are you alright?" "Oh! Yeah, I am... Uh... Thanks," she replied, blushing. Since Padriac couldn't see, he smiled and started to say, "No prob," then he was kissed on the cheek. Unknown to him, Padriac blushed. He heard her giggling and running down the hallways opposite to his current destination. Padriac let out a long sigh, cracked his knuckles, and went down to the doors to his new club. He opened them and walked in, unannounced, and quite rudely barging in. He went up to Hikaru, looked him in the eyes, and asked, "Are you in charge here?"
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I am Byakuya Kuchiki of the 13 Court Guard Squads. You are unworthy of passing. Prepare to die. Scatter, Senbonzakura. |
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