EVENT: The Meeting [SEES only]

[Takahashi Chris]

[atrb=width,530,true][atrb=cellspacing,4,true][atrb=cellpadding,4,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding-top: 10px; background-color: #7F7F7F; border: 2px dashed #000000;][style=text-align: center; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 5px; font-size: 34px; margin-left: -6px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #E8E8E8;]❝THERE'S NO SIGN OF MORNING COMING❞[/style][style=position: relative; z-index: 2; text-align: center; background: #7F7F7F; display: block; margin-top: -30px; padding: 0px; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: helvetica neue; text-indent: 7px; line-height: 11px;]❝YOU'VE BEEN LEFT ON YOUR OWN❞[/style] [style=width: 340px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 2px; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 11.5px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #E8E8E8;]1:45 PM Hadn't he asked them to meet at at 2? He figured that at least some of them would arrive early. After all, it was a decent mix of kids he had invited here, many of them would be suspicious of such an invite. He wondered for a moment wether or not the email was the best ay to go. It really was a bit too mysterious for his taste, but if he had asked them straight out to meet him here, half of them would've thought he was a creepy old man, and not show up, and the other half wouldn't want to meet with a teacher out side of class, and they wouldn't show up either. He sighed leaning against the back of his chair at a table near the entrance of the cafe. He figured he would watch first, see who showed up, what they would do since no one was there to greet them. He still wasn't sure what he was going to tell them, or how much he would tell them, or how he would get them to follow him. He was just playing it by ear, really. You would think someone like him would have a plan, however, in his life outside of this, outside of human things, he never really was the planner he just followed HIS plans, until he finally crossed the line. He wasn't going to let his plans come to fruition, that was what this was all about, why he is recruiting teenagers to help him fight supernatural beings. The barista at the cafe brought him his drink. He wasn't the biggest fan of coffee, but he thought those frozen sweet drinks were pretty good. He jabbed his straw on the table, attempting to get it to poke through it's paper wrapper. It didn't work though, and he ended up lifting the straw up to his lips and biting off the paper. He coughed, accidentally swallowing a bit of the wrapper. He stuck the straw into his drink and took a sip to clear his throat. He sighed, the cool, sweet sensation pleasuring his tongue. He leaned back against his chair and lifted his wrist to his face, looking at his watch for the time. 'It's almost time to start,' he thought, a smile forming on his lips.[/style] [tr][style=position: relative; z-index: 2; text-align: center; background: #7F7F7F; display: block; margin-top: -30px; padding: 0px; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: helvetica neue; text-indent: 7px; line-height: 11px; color:#E8E8E8;]❝LIKE A RAINBOW IN THE DARK❞[/style]

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[style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color:#000000; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-varient: small-caps;]by BRITZ of OTE[/style]

[Suiyou Railey]

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	He sighed and walked forward, he had left not too long ago heading to the location in that odd email he had gotten. Would there be anyone else here that he knew, or was it just a trick and he was falling for it. Railey had stopped to pick up a book for school before he had headed here, he was sure he had enough time. But now looking at the clock it was like it was going faster then it had before. If he kept thinking about it, that would only make it go slower. "Ugh..this has got to be a good thing..." He knew he had to make the best of this, and as he looked at his book, he wanted to read it. Not that he would truly be able to yet, there was something more important going on. He looked around, there wasn't anyone he saw and he didn't know what he was supposed to do, there was just something he had to do. His curiosity was getting the better of him, that was the only reason he had come here. Not for other reasons, not because of anyone he had seen after getting that. Or the things he had learned from others, after all of this had been said and done. 'Chase the truth huh....what will happen here...' He focused and tried to find someone that he had either seen before or someone new that seemed out of place. 'There has to be someone, something a sign....gaah stop over thinking this....' He just shook his head, and thought about getting something to drink. Just to wait, it was almost time, he would just have to wait, the others would have to show up. Whoever else had gotten this email, and the one who sent it.
[cs=2] ~Even If I'm told that my destiny is immutable no matter what I do, This is, that's right, "pride", each in its own place...~

[Heiwajima Haruna]

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[Hasegawa Masaru]

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[atrb=style, background: #9AB6EA; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.9][style=height: 375px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: FFFFFF]Masaru sighed to himself as he walked along the streets of Shigayomi. It was finally the day of the meeting. Well, if there was a meeting or not was yet to be seen. The entire message could have just been a joke or prank for all he knew. But, he was hoping for it to have not been. It has probably been the most exciting thing to happen to him for a while. He reached a hand up and pulled his cap down slightly, keeping the sunlight out of his eyes as he looked for the coffee shop. It wasn't place he normally went to, so he was a bit rusty on the directions. Ah well, he'd find it eventually. If anything, it gave him more of a chance to think. What could the email have been looking for? What was chase the truth? What would they find if they did? All of the questions were floating through his head as he walked straight past the coffee shop without realizing, only alerted to this fact by the strong smell of coffee striking his noise. He turned on his heel, the wind having changed direction and very nearly laughing and the fail on his part. As he walked past the window, he could just about see in but didn't really see anyone he recognized. Did that mean he was the only one here from school? Masaru pushed upon the door and was struck by an even stronger wave of coffee. He wasn't really a fan of the stuff, hence the reason he didn't really come here. As he walked up to the counter, he was glad to see it wasn't packed to the brim with people. He just got an iced coffee, making sure for they made it weak. Strong coffee just tasted bleh. Whilst waiting for his drink to be done, he looked around the cafe and suddenly recognized someone, but managed to not linger on looking at them. It was so weird seeing a Teacher outside of the school gates. It just didn't add up, even now. He was quickly alerted to his drink being done, payed, and then made his way toward the back left table. He didn't mind if he was the first one here, or if it was all just a big joke. This had piqued his interest, and he wanted to see who else was in on it. Maybe it was something important. Who knew?[/style] [tr][atrb=style, background: #8197a8; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.8; height: 15px; ][style=height: 15px; width: 275px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; color: 434645; margin-top: -20px; ]WORDS; 410 . TAGGED; SEES members . NOTES; Woo for plot~ . [/style]

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[Tsubasa Jiyuu]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:400px;background:#eee;border-radius:30px 0 30px 0;border:1px solid #e6e6e6;,true][atrb=style,padding-top:15px;][atrb=align,center][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style] [style=margin:0 20px;padding:0 10px 5px;font:13pt georgia;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.2em;border-bottom:2px solid #bbb;color:#ccc;text-shadow:#ddd 1px 1px 1px;]Donec gravida[/style][style=margin:0 19px;font:8pt helvetica;text-align:justify;line-height:99%;padding:5px 10px;background:#e6e6e6;border-radius:0 0 20px 0;border:1px solid #ebebeb;border-top:0;color:#959595]Jiyuu enjoyed Sundays quite a lot, after his paper route, and the occasional rounds at the shrine, he had all of the day to himself, or to his homework. The day was pressing onward to the afternoon, where Jiyuu can be seen in his from his dorm room; just snoozing away. However, on this particular day, he had an appointment, one that he marked on the calendar to remind himself. It was the day of scheduled meeting with the “Truth”. The time was draining and draining, he might miss his date. It took a single digital clock’s radio, to stir him up from his slumber. Sure, he stumbled a bit on his way to the device, but his awareness seemed to be enough, to see his calendar from the corner of his eye, and then again to see the time in front of him. Tick, tick, tock, and a ring, exploded inside his head on realization for today. He panicked, shouting and thinking the word repeatedly with, “Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP!” He also knew he had to get of this place, to, too . . . a place where he seems to forget. But, no matter, he just knew it was some kind of café, and plus being a much needed biker for his job, he could find the place with ease, maybe. Jiyuu, rushed on everything, to his clothing, to a quick snack, and to even closing up his dorm room door on his way out of the room. Jiyuu knew, he just had to make it there somehow, he had too it might his chance to do something, something really important. Once he had made his way out of the dorm build, Jiyuu would take his bike and ready to burnout some real rubber on those tires. He pedaled and pedaled, trying to make his way to his destination. He was breaking sweat in efforts; he was bound to get tired sometime, but no giving up now. Once he had reached the western part of shopping district, with all beads of sweat from his brow, it was quite obvious that he was going to have a crash course to the café ahead. Him and his bike’s projector, was a few tables on the side of the café. He would try to break with all his might; he was too stupidly stubborn, and wanted to be fast. It was going to hurt, but he made it, and made himself an entrance too.[/style][style=margin:5px 20px;font:7pt helvetica;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;color:#ccc;line-height:99%;padding:5px 10px;text-shadow:#ddd 1px 1px 1px;]words 415   tags Justice league!   notes "YEAH!...bike crashes"   credit table made by greyson of ote[/style]

[Uzuki Hanashi]

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[/b] The curiosity was killing her, but before letting the girl speak, she then said: ”Let’s talk about it inside!”[/b] And with that, she entered, and went to the counter to other some iced coffee—her favorite.

Having the drink in her hand, she walked towards one of the tables and sat down, looking around the shop and noticed someone—a teacher. Her blue eyes widened slightly, but tried so hard to not make a scene. ’A simple coincidence.’ That was her reply to her own self; to not feel tense with this stupid troller or whatever the hell was happening at the moment. ’Oh well.’ The girl shrugged her shoulders and took a sip from her iced coffee, waiting to see what could possibly happen.

NOTES: Yaaay !
WORDS: 318
TAGGED: All the SEES ~
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[silke]

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[Kondo Daisuke]

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	If there was at least one thing Daisuke Kondo was to despise, it may truly be anything that brought him out to comply. That due to being a prideful man of course. Yet this was only due to one reason he actually accepted. Wanting to know just who exactly had the guts to invite him out in the open like this with such a cryptic message. Oh and also see just where will all of this bring him but that was another point. Sighing, he had sat his self on one of the outdoor chairs, the most far away from any human being currently present in the cafe. Since he was already here, all that was left for him to do was wait and see, right? To think he had brought his beloved weapons with him as well, just in case that invitation had actually spoken for danger. Well, it would be interesting either way. But since he wasn't the only one to receive that email, that meant others would come here. The sooner the others came, the sooner he'd see just what kind of play this turned out to be. A sigh left Daisuke as he finally decided on ordering coffee. Not like he loved it, but it was a way to enjoy the time he had a little more. Now if only he'd have a book or something to do or even just people causing trouble and he'd be juuuuust happy.  But let's face it, things aren't always the way they should be. Looking at the time on his phone now, he groaned to himself. It was time for that meeting to start now, shouldn't there be a good amount of people right now? Of course he had noticed how there was more and more students but surely they didn't have the same intentions as him, did they? Unless he was being impatient once again but still, Daisuke was known to be punctual.  Very. Punctual.  He once again sighed and sipped on a little bit of his coffee while making subtle looks around him. Oh look, a teacher was also here. Shouldn't he be polite and go greet him? ...Nah. Too much of a hassle, his mind had told. All he would do was relax in his chair, alone at his table, enjoy his coffee while discovering just what did that email hold for him.
[cs=2] tags peeps words xxx comments HEROES UNITE *shot* template by darkee of on the edge. lyrics from KINGS AND QUEENS by 30 SECONDS TO MARS.

[Shiroki Akira]

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[atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.5][style=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]Today was the day. Akira had nearly forgotten about it. If it wasn't for a chance encounter with the e-mail the night before, he probably would have forgotten. However, after remembering the about his appointment the next day, Akira had not been able to sleep at all. The anticipation was killing him, and he had been up all night, his mind racing, trying to come up with ideas about what this may be. Eventually, his eyes became tired and he drifted off to sleep. A few hours later, he woke up. He had slept fairly well after he had finally fell asleep, but even then, his sleep was filed with dreams about what it was that could be waiting for him. Some of these dreams were good, others were not as good. Regardless, he wouldn't let dreams stop him from finding out what it was that was really waiting for him at the cafe. Unfortunately, it was still several hours away, and Akira had no die what he was going to do, or even how he was going to be able to wait that long. He eventually decided to do what he always did when he had nothing he needed to do, he read. Soon, the time had come to leave, so he stepped out of his dorm room and walked down stairs to where the ground was. He unlocked his bike from the rack and hopped on. He was at the Cafe in minutes. It was about five minutes before the hour. He made his way to the back table like the website said, and there were already a few people there, people that he had recognized. There was a teacher in the cafe as well, but he seemed to just be enjoying some coffee. Akira continued to look around, keeping an eye out for anyone that seemed suspicious. Soon, much would be revealed. [/style]

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[Akiyama Asuka]

'Geeze...I am late!'

[/b] Asuka thought as she rushed down to the Cafe Kohii. She was skating on her roller blades as fast as she can. She weaved back and forth to the west shopping distrct from the dorm room. She narrowily dodged of a feeble old lady, in fact, she almost knocked her over. Why was she in such a hurry? It was simple. She overslept.

She was up late reading manga the day before and went asleep at 2:00 in the morning. However, her alarm clock ranged and then she remembered. She had to go somewhere. So she made a quick breakfast and drunk some orange juice and head out the door. Really, she is so scatterbrain sometimes.

Sighing, she managed to arrive at the cafe.Taking off her rollerblades and replacing them with regular shoes, she walked into the building. She signed in and looked around for the table. She manged to find it, only to find it pretty crowded. Crowded as in nine people crowded around the table. She immediatedly recongized three of them. Two of them being her dear friends..and one being her beloved Dadai~ Oh yay! So not just total strangers. And from the glance of things, most of them go to the same school.

She skipped over the table with a wide grin on her features. Sneaking behind Daisuke, she tackled him and glomped him around the shoulders. "Hiya Dai~!" Asuka said in a happy tone of voice. She seemed cheerful and energetic all a sudden. Maybe it is because she got to see see Dai and her two best friends. "Nice to see you too Hana and Haru." With that said, she gave a nod to both Hana and Haru. "So..Are we waiting for anyone else?" Asuka mumbled as she looked around boredly, arms still around Dai's shoulders.
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[Takahashi Chris]

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[For those of you who haven't posted yet, feel free to jump in and pretend like you've been here the whole time.]

[Suiyou Railey]

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	Railey waited, this was a matter of patience and keeping his eyes on whoever was around here, the others. People he knew, people he didn't, how old were they, what year. His mind was mentally taking notes, not like he carried paper and a pencil around here with him. It didn't surprise him if some people thought he was weird for looking at them like this, not that he would say anything. They would speak when the time was right to speak, until then he would keep his mouth shut. 'Let's see the people who are here...that Masa kid from my class...that loud girl and the boy's clinging to...hm...take mental notes as this meeting continues...' He didn't think of much else now, he was waiting for this, the person in charge was probably close. He looked up to see one of the teachers, they seemed to fall and almost face plant the floor. He took another mental note. 'Bring aspirin....wherever you go...people are liable to trip...' He was just doing this to deal with boredom, or maybe he wanted to go home already. Nah he wasn't that impatient, this was just a crowded place, and it made him feel even more small and out of place. 'She is so loud...this is going to work out so well...' He wished he had something to plug his ears with but he had to listen, if he didn't this whole showing up here thing would be pointless. That he was more then aware of. He seemed to wave at the teacher, but didnt' speak a word, he was silent it was one of the things he was good at and though it was not all about him. "Disappearances...hm..." He wondered what the others would think, he didn't like the idea of that, they had to be here for some reason and he had started with that. This was either going to be a really good thing, or a really bad thing. He kept not far away from them, but didn't move all that close to this. 'this is going to be interesting...'
[cs=2] ~Even If I'm told that my destiny is immutable no matter what I do, This is, that's right, "pride", each in its own place...~

[Heiwajima Haruna]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 1px dotted #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;][/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #d3d3d3; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]►[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #656565; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]this is the point of no return[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; text-transform: none;]The chances of her being caught up in some shenanigans has been rising up in an ample amount of numbers lately and, still, the female manage to keep a straight face and a pretty simplistic mindset on it. Then again, many think she thinks things in a mature and cool way they tend to forget that she just got a laid-back nature that has nothing to do with being cool or mature. Mildly mature for her age, but that's it. There are other students entering the premises and, already, Haruna couldn't help but wonder as well if they are part of those people who also got the e-mail or not. Looks like she's not the only naive one at this, she sighed as she looked up when someone called her attention. "Hn?" A single wave at Hanashi's entrance before she was dragged inside the coffee shop by the blonde-haired teen her senior, not able to say anything to protest or anything. Instead, she let it be, only mildly smiling at the antics (and probably prepare an eraser or two later), watching her ordering a drink of her own while the raven-haired teen decided to dice on the drinks and just have some plain water. It is quite a hot day outside, so no surprise she needs something normal to drink. Shifting her attention back to the people around, Haruna couldn't help once more but notice that most of them seems to be students from Shigayomi High, a foreboding feeling on her chest rising at the thought alone. She couldn't help wonder what it was or why it is so, but something tells her it's nothing but trouble. Then again, coming here is a trouble at itself so there's no surprise. For the second time this day, she looked up and gave a nod as Asuka entered the cafe as well and greeted the two of them, asking if they're waiting for anyone else. She made a small shrug as if telling that she doesn't know, and gestured her to sit down with them or order some drinks of her own. "I'm a bit surprised to see you two, to be honest." Haruna finally spoke, tilting her head and, before she could have a chance to say another line, noticed someone walking towards the group that has formed. She have seen him a few times, in Shigayomi High no less, but it still made her feel like there's something strange about this faculty member. Then again, when he tripped, a sigh escaped her lips thinking that maybe he just want to ask them what are they doing here. Seriously. As he started to talk, the discussion seems to immediately went to something she's wary about and was surprised that it was him who sent those e-mails. What's the meaning of it and why? Before she could ask those questions, however, the main topic came; the disappearances. She could hear a few murmurs here and there and Haruna was sure this is like back in her classroom where people would talk about it. Heck, even in the police station where she visited her cousin, there are also snippets about it. Still, she never hear teachers talking about that in front of the students. Things have just gotten interesting. "So you called us here because of those rumors?" Haruna spoke, directing her question to the teacher. "Or there are other agendas related to the disappearances that you want us to discuss?" It was a sensible question coming from a sensible female, her vocal quite a rare from the normally-nonchalant individual. [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • peoplepeoplepeople     WORDS • 589     MUSIC • D-tecnolife UVERworld NOTES • Haaaaa~ coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]

[Hasegawa Masaru]

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[atrb=style, background: #9AB6EA; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.9][style=height: 375px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: FFFFFF] Masaru watched with interest as more and more people arrived at the small coffee shop. He gave the softest hint of a sigh as he settled down into his seat, sipping away at his drink and watching the people. He could recognize a couple of people, seeing Hana dragging Haru into the cafe. He could also recognize a couple of the other students, also spotting Railey, a student from his classes. From what he could see, it really was mostly students that were gathering around the table. He wasn't sure whether that was a good sign or not. It meant Masaru hadn't been alone in receiving the text from whoever the sender had been, but the fact it was all students also suggested that it may have been a prank set up by another student. There were so many ways that this could have all just been a joke that it wasn't even funny. His gaze suddenly shifted upward when another person came barging into the cafe, instantly recognizing him as a member of the Kendo Club. It was almost an instant reaction, sliding further in his seat, focusing on the table instead of what was in front of him. Masaru had visited the Kendo club on several occasions because he had to speak with his sister, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be recognized here or not. What if they told her, and she started panicking and worrying about him? That wasn't something he wanted to happen, he was happy with the freedom of living in the dorms. His gaze quickly shifted from the long haired male to the teacher making his way toward them. He very nearly voiced a question, when he saw the older man trip and hit his head on the table, eyes widening slightly and suppressing the urge to quickly move to check he was okay, seeing as he was already up again. As the teacher began to speak, Masaru couldn't help but stare. The way the man had changed from completely cheerful to almost deadly serious actually came as a surprise to him. He had only seen Takahashi-Sensei around the school on the odd occasion, but he didn't seem like the sort of man to be involved in something like the disappearances. If this was about them, what on earth did he and the other students have to do with it? They may have links to missing people but, it wasn't like they were to blame. Masa wasn't at the very least.[/style] [tr][atrb=style, background: #8197a8; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.8; height: 15px; ][style=height: 15px; width: 275px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; color: 434645; margin-top: -20px; ]WORDS; 420 . TAGGED; SEES members . NOTES; Epic fail Chris~ . [/style]

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[Tsubasa Jiyuu]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:400px;background:#eee;border-radius:30px 0 30px 0;border:1px solid #e6e6e6;,true][atrb=style,padding-top:15px;][atrb=align,center][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style] [style=margin:0 20px;padding:0 10px 5px;font:13pt georgia;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.2em;border-bottom:2px solid #bbb;color:#ccc;text-shadow:#ddd 1px 1px 1px;]Donec gravida[/style][style=margin:0 19px;font:8pt helvetica;text-align:justify;line-height:99%;padding:5px 10px;background:#e6e6e6;border-radius:0 0 20px 0;border:1px solid #ebebeb;border-top:0;color:#959595]Jiyuu made his arrival very well-known as he crashed his bike into some of the garbage disposal units outside of the café. He had salvaged and dig through his way out of the rubbish, but he had finally made to his destination, he hoped. It was slightly painful on the impact, but he was basically unharmed, only a bruise or two. But, after he got himself out, he may have noticed a small gathering from afar, people around gathering by a familiar face, looked like one of his teachers from his school. Maybe, just maybe, that was the table he was supposed to be at. Jiyuu only hoped this “meeting” ends well, or give him the chance he’s been waiting for. He placed his bike in the bearing place, despite the sudden attention he was going to receive. But, he has to shrug it off; he came all this way, and no turning back now. Once he got a little, he also recognized a few from his class, including Haruna. But man what was swimming inside Jiyuu’s mind now is that there was a good amount of pretty girls that were there. Yes, a good chance of freaking out this very second, but he wants to know what this meeting was all about. Now, he has to bear with it for now or try to. Jiyuu swallowed a bit of fear, when he made his approach to the table, as he grabbed the chair himself from another table. He thought the least he can do at this point greet the people, with a wave, then one or two words at most; it was the most he can do with all his nervousness. “Heeeey you guys, and heya, Haruna-san.” He said in an almost shaky voice, before het himself down onto chair. Everyone seemed so lively and friendly, something he wanted to be a part of. But, the liveliness didn’t last as the main event was about to begin. Once had made himself all settled into the designated table, he overheard what this “teacher” had to say. He was also the one whom plotted all of this, but for what? By this teacher’s words alone, it was about the disappearances that we were having all over the town. His fear began to deplete itself completely, and felt almost somewhat resolved to say something and especially as the other began to say their own questions; now, he has his own. “Are these rumors . . . true, Sensei?” He had a certain glare in his eye, like a breathing fire wanting to burn furiously. Why he was being like is because, well, like the situations, he felt compelled. He felt compelled to help in any crisis, like this one. If by the slightest chance he can, you will have his support, no matter the price or what questions asked. Yes, it was a severe case of heroism, but some claim this trait as a good thing, maybe. It might cost him one day, but that won’t matter at all. Will it?[/style][style=margin:5px 20px;font:7pt helvetica;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;color:#ccc;line-height:99%;padding:5px 10px;text-shadow:#ddd 1px 1px 1px;]words 509   tags The SEES gang!   notes " Yeah, fire good!"   credit table made by greyson of ote[/style]