harmonize_rpg | (no subject)

Who: Ryuta + Anyone interested
Where: School Hallway(s)
When: Fri April 21th, After School (Post 2nd Awakening)
What: Announcing Candidacy

Holding the large stack of papers was a little inconvenient. But it was all necessary for the plan. Ryuta thought this as his posted some on the hallway wall, careful to align them perfectly and in noticeable areas. After all, the first step was to make himself known. And while there were other less tactful ways to grab attention, he felt that this was a better alternative overall. Luckily, news about his 'job' didn't reach the other students. That was not the kind of attention he wanted to garner.

He sat the large stack of papers beside him to examine his work so far. He grinned in admiration of his flawless work. The signs read 'Ryuta Tanemoto for Student Council President' on the top portion in large letters to grab attention, while a smaller print was used to detail his plans for once he took office. While it wasn't everything he wanted to do, he knew it would be best to first test the waters before promising too much. And he even mentioned that he would be open to ideas from the students. He stood their for a bit to admire his work and to take a quick break.

Threaded | Flat

Mirai stepped in and carried along with the crowd heading outside after archery practice. Students and teachers had cleared from the school hallways long ago. The handful of clubs that were around on Friday had quite a few members filtering through the corridors, and quite a few of those were moving around a block or something that had arisen on the right side of the hallway.

He stopped to watch and when he saw who it was, he sauntered over to swipe a flier off the top of Ryuta's pile and stepped back to read it.

"Oh no." His tone was despairing but playful. "You want to get involved in politics?"

The crowds had thinned down as Haruka walked through the hallway. She'd committed the route to her mental map well enough by now she didn't need to feel much to know what was there. She still missed things, though.

Like a sudden ball of paper her foot crunched on, nearby a trashcan.

She tilted her head curiously and bent down to pick it up. It'd been crumpled up carelessly and she felt a staple and the corner and the edges of certain parts felt ripped, as though the paper had been ripped up or ripped off of something.