Tomiko transfers to Eriol Gakuen - more of everyday scenes.
Current IC time is: Sun Sep 22 08:20:31 2002
School yard
The school yard is predictably full of schoolkids out on sports classes, not counting those skipping class, those who are leaving early for whatever reason, and other random people. In short, pretty busy. Through the trees, the white walls of the main school building are visible, and the tips of the crowns - the symbol of Eriol Gakuen - shine brightly in the rays of the sun.
Asphalt paths run around the school in all directions, branching from the main road from the school gate to the big entrance doors of the main building, running around the soccer fields, tennis courts and towards other buildings of the complex.
The dry spell is close to it’s end, at least, the clouds oceanside reveal that a rain might come anytime soon.
Usada Hikaru
Long lavender hair is pulled into a pair of tight braids, knotted with little blue ribbons at either base, trailing down the back of this young woman’s head to dangle near her waist. The bangs wisp free over her eyes, which are covered by a pair of large, round, nerdy looking glasses.
Her face can only be described as cute, her complexion pale and flawless, a tiny button nose set between two big purple eyes, bunny eyes, with slender lavender brows arched above them.
She wears the uniform of Eriol Gakuen, which resembles your typical Japanese high school uniform, white with a blue and gold sailor scarf, the cuffs likewise trimmed in blue and gold. An armlet with the golden crown that is the seal of the school is attached to one arm, and likewise on the breast pocket of the jacket. The skirt is pleated, and reaches to the knees, white, with blue and gold trim, just like the jacket. Baggy white socks and simple black baby doll shoes complete the outfit.
Tomiko
At first glance, it is not entirely obvious whether this girl is a student at Eriol Academy, or a mockery thereof. The outfit is certainly Eriol’s, in the traditional Eriol blue, white, and gold, but it is worn in a manner unlike any other Eriol Academy uniform. The pleated skirt, normally knee-length and baggy, has been shortened, and falls just short enough to expose at least three centimetres of pale, smooth thigh between the hem of the skirt and the top of the stockings, held up by garters, which decorate her legs. Fortunately, nothing untoward has been done to the outfit’s shirt, as the bustline is intact and unaltered, and even the little armband is properly in-place. Even still, the outfit must be horribly distracting for her male classmates.
The actual girl contained within the outfit appears a bit suspicious, as well. Her hair is not even vaguely natural, with streaks of purple, indigo, pink, and black alternating throughout the many tiny braids that comprise her huge ponytail. The girl’s makeup is equally unconventional, the dark eyeliner contrasting sharply with the pale, powdered skin of her face. A small silver ring interrupts the right of her meticulously-trimmed eyebrows, with a matching ring similarly piercing the lower of her violet-glossed lips. Overall, the effect is very striking, and not altogether unattractive. It could be said that the girl possesses an unconventional beauty, especially with the discrepancy between her manner of dress and her demeanour: her eyes look out at the world from behind a rather elegant-looking set of glasses, her posture is far too correct, and her demeanour far too polished to allow the girl to be categorized easily as a slacker or a miscreant.
It’s a new schoolday, and Hikaru has ditched her skimpy pink and white streetracer girl outfit for a much plainer look. Hair in a pair of tight braids, thick framed glasses over her eyes, she looks every inch the model student, right down to the plain satchel swinging in front of her. The girl walking next to her is wearing the exact same uniform, and yet.. with the addition of garters and long stockings and a seemingly impossibly short hem, not to mention her rainbow hued and braided hair, she projects quite a different image than the shorter girl walking next to her. But it doesn’t seem to matter to the pink haired one at least, bouncing into the courtyard and beaming up at the taller girl, chattering all the while. “You’ll love our class, Tomikokun, everyone is very nice!” She pauses then, considering her statement, and ammends. “Well… some of them are a little scary.. but I they are still nice underneath that!” They make their way through the piles of Eriol students heading off to class, Hikaru pausing every so often to wavewave at one of them. She seems to know a lot of people.
Hikaru’s companion stays close to her, almost bumping into her a couple of times when the shorter girl stops to greet acquaintances. The taller of the two almost resembles a baby chick in her actions, always staying close to mother for fear of getting lost. Despite her obvious attempt to not look nervous, the rainbow-haired girl looks very new, in any number of ways. With the way that she’s dressed and styled, one could only imagine what sort of place she’s from. “Oh… I’m sure they are nice…” The girl sounds somewhat anxious, as if she’s trying to make smalltalk to calm herself. She clutches at her own shoulderbag with one hand, the other held to the ring on her lip, fidgeting with it.
Rika
This girl fits the textbook definition of ‘cute redhead’, and while she’s unmistakably asian, her relatively pale skin and dark green eyes, coupled with flaming red hair cut in a pageboy style make it easy to forget about it, especially since there’s no sign of hair dye. She does seem to wear some makeup on her face, still posessed of soft, childlike features, but it’s hard to trace just what did she do with it - there isn’t much. Overally, she resembles a fox - lithe and slim, and generally small, since she’s rather short.
She is dressed in the Eriol Gakuen girl’s uniform - white jacket with blue sailor flap and cuffs, not to mention the tacky crown-shaped medal, white and blue short skirt and the long blue stockings with regulation white shoes. She looks unsurprisingly feminine and attractive in this attire, which was probably the initial idea. She’s dragging around a thick cloth bookbag, and a tiny Minolta Dimage Xi digital camera is hanging on her neck on a chain.
Rika is walking right behind Usada and Tomiko, practically dragging her heavy bookbag that just pretends to be standard issue Eriol bag but isn’t, wearing a facial expression that leaves a lot to be desired in terms of expressiveness (read: she is thinking God only knows what about again, probably the Illuminati this time) and a hairband, a silvery, thickish metallic object with glistening chrome parts. It looks very pretty, almost like jewelry, but very weird. Particularily weird with an Eriol Gakuen uniform. beep Huh? “It’s amazing what sort of things you can sometimes see on people’s backs.” she comments rather loudly.
“They are!” Hikaru replies with a huge grin, threatening to start an agreement feedback loop until the other voice from behind them intrudes. She turns towards it, momentarily startled, and then grins once she catches sight of the red hair. “Maekikun, ohayou!” She greets, then immediately gestures up towards the taller girl. “This is Tomikokun, she is going to be in our class starting today!” Being the bunnygirl she is, the bright shiny object immediately distracts her attention, and the pink haired one calls notice to it, “Aaa.. kawaii headband, Maekikun, I’ve never seen you wearing that one before, is it new?”
Tomiko turns at the sound of the voice behind her, hand darting from her lips, awkwardly straining to reach the back of her uniform as she attempts to determine whether it’s her back that has this interesting “something”. “Huh?” She notices the other girl, inwardly wondering whether this is one of the “nice” ones, one of the “scary” ones, or perhaps both. At the sound of an introduction, she reflexively drops into a low bow, tiny braids spilling about her as she does. “Do… douzo yoroshiku onegai de arima…” She stops at that, straightens back up, and smiles nervously. “Hajimemashite.”
Rika responds, “Another prototype.” and reaches with her hand behind Tomiko’s back. The hand soon returns with a small “Kick me.” sign in it. Huh? She hands it over to Tomomi and bows, “Hajimemashite, Maeki Rika desu.” Sneer. beep goes the hairband. SNAP goes the flash. It has flash in it, so it must be yet another camera. Looks like she carries at least three at once now… Then again, nobody tried to sort out all of her gear bag. “What was that about scary?” she asks Usada curiously.
At the flash and the snap, Tomiko’s smile melts into an expression of surprise and anxiety. She ducks behind her guide, too late to avoid the photograph and too tall to be obscured from more. Who knows where that one will end up? “You aren’t a… photographer… are you?” She says the word with the same sort of inflection one might hear from a child testing a swear for the first time.
Rika grins, the silvery hairband blinking a led. “What is a photographer? Someone who earns money by selling photographs, someone who makes photographs or someone who works in an office which has ‘Chief photographer’ written on a plate on the door?” She sounds like she actually wants to hear an answer.
Tomiko eyes the “photographer” for a moment, smile returning. “I’m sorry… that’s the only sort I really know… if it’s the sort of thing that you do for love of the hobby, I think it’s much nicer than merely using photography and the media to construct the reality that is handed down to the masses.” The tall, darkly-styled girl almost sounds literary for a moment, nervousness subsiding as she babbles about what must be a topic she’s familiar with.
Being the wannabe idol that she is, Hikaru has never been one to shy away from camera’s, and preen when she realizes what it is, although she looks genuinely impressed too. “Maaa! Kakkoii, Maekikun! I didn’t know they made ones so small..” But high technology is not one of Hikaru’s strengths. The image of the taller girl ducking behind her is quite comical, and the pink haired one turns to give her a bemused look, then turns back to Rika, deflecting the talk as it turns way to philosophical for her taste by answering the earlier question. “Don’t you think some of the people in our class are scary.. Maekikun? Like Fukyoukun!” Actually, Hikaru thinks Rika is quite the scary one herself, but she isn’t about to bring it up now!
Rika smiles softly. “I see. That is what I do - I see. Despite how optically worthless this new toy is, it probably expresses that best - I see and I remember. You will be in our class now… And so I will remember you, Tomiko-san.” Glancing back down at Usada - beep SNAP “Saying she’s scary would mean saying I’m afraid of her. I’m not about to give her that kind of satisfaction.”
Tomiko nods. This girl might be a bit on the “interesting” side, but she seems more eccentric than interested in creating a scandal out of her. “Naruhodo.” Her posture straightens as she relaxes, no longer trying to hide the entirety of her body behind her shorter friend. “What’s wrong with this Fukyou person?”
Hikaru looks between the two as all the deeper talk goes over her head, but at the question, she answers, rubbing the back of her neck a little. “She’s very… loud.” She doesn’t know how quite else to put it.. so she just sort of grin’s, and turns to Rika, who will no doubt provide a much more detailed explanation with a little prompting.
Rika shrugs, “Other than the fact that she’s quite literally bent on upstaging me in anything that she can lay her hands on and does this without any regard for the safety of innocent bystanders, no, nothing is wrong, I should say…” She freezes in a serious businesslike posture for a moment before hiding her mouth with her hand and giggling quietly into her palm… “…pencil…” she mumbles before coughing a bit and resuming trying to be serious.
Tomiko looks just as mystified before. “Oh… I suppose it’s one of those things I won’t understand until I see her, myself.” She adjusts the strap on her shoulderbag, one hand slipping inside to rest upon the contents. Turning back to her bunnygirl friend, she notes. “Hey, I don’t have any books yet. Should I? I hope I’m not seated next to one of the weirdos. If I’m going to be leaning over someone’s desk, reading off of their book, it might as well be someone nice, like you or Maekisan.”
Hikaru grins sheepishly at Rika fills in the details for her, although she blinks at the sudden gigglefit, “Haaaaa..” She obviously doesn’t get it, and she fiddles with her glasses a moment, she doesn’t wear the things all that often and they bother her for most of the morning before she forgets about them. But Tomiko’s voice snaps her out of her fidgeting, and she looks to her, giggling, “Oh.. you will probably hear her before you see her, Tomikokun! Her laugh is unmistakable..” Another pause, and she adds. “There is an empty seat next to me, maybe sensei will seat you there! We can hope! Neeeee..” She pauses, tilting her head, just in time to hear school bells chiming. She’s pretty good. “Let’s get going or we’ll be late!” She starts to dash off towards the school doors, looking back to make sure the other two do the same. “Haiyaku!”
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