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harmonize_rpg2013-11-03 07:05 pm
waterholdmedown) wrote in harmonize_rpg2013-11-03 07:05 pm
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Who: Minoru, Shizuru
Where: Main building, third-year floor.
When: Friday, April 28th, before classes.
What: Order + anti-order = ?
Really, it was remarkable that Shizuru was in school at all, especially considering her recent track record on that point. But Yachiyo had been firm enough to get her to at least come in.
Well, sort of.
It had half taken, anyway. She was in the building, at least, but it was a few minutes before homeroom was due to start and she was loitering by the stairwell to the roof, tucked into an alcove that was (she hoped) difficult to spot from the classroom doors, showing no signs of heading back down where she belonged.
The second-year pin on her collar was another point, albeit a less visible one, making it blindingly obvious that she was in the wrong spot. Of course, it was one of the last things most would notice about her uniform -- the tie was loose, looking ready to come undone at any moment; her socks were bunched down around her ankles; the buttons on the jacket were mostly undone.
It had rapidly been getting messier over the last week or two; whether it was an intentional statement or a general inability to care was unclear.
Where: Main building, third-year floor.
When: Friday, April 28th, before classes.
What: Order + anti-order = ?
Really, it was remarkable that Shizuru was in school at all, especially considering her recent track record on that point. But Yachiyo had been firm enough to get her to at least come in.
Well, sort of.
It had half taken, anyway. She was in the building, at least, but it was a few minutes before homeroom was due to start and she was loitering by the stairwell to the roof, tucked into an alcove that was (she hoped) difficult to spot from the classroom doors, showing no signs of heading back down where she belonged.
The second-year pin on her collar was another point, albeit a less visible one, making it blindingly obvious that she was in the wrong spot. Of course, it was one of the last things most would notice about her uniform -- the tie was loose, looking ready to come undone at any moment; her socks were bunched down around her ankles; the buttons on the jacket were mostly undone.
It had rapidly been getting messier over the last week or two; whether it was an intentional statement or a general inability to care was unclear.