TROUBLE AT JUNES!!! {open}

[HATTI]

Hell is breaking lose at Junes! The once normally efficient department store has been thrown into chaos…. by a new visitor.

A ram, known as ‘Ringo’ escaped off the back of an animal transportation truck nearby and is now leaving a path of chaos and destruction in the store! Isles knocked over, displays knocked over; even old ladies knocked over!

The local police were laughing on the way to Junes about this ridiculous situation…. let’s just say they weren’t laughing when they couldn’t catch it and regretted ending up on the side with horns.

The innocent students of Shigayomi High School are the only ones left to solve it after visiting June’s afterschool.

What will happen? Will they catch it? Will they end up on the wrong side of this slippery visitor?

[Haruno Haruka]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; background-color: #F0F0F0; width: 360px; font-family: Century Schoolbook; font-size: 11px; color: #333333; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; background-image: ;] "Every day's great at your Junes." The Junes department store slogan somehow managed to worm its way into the heads of Shigayomi citizens on a daily basis. Perhaps it was the constant barrage of weekly specials that aired of the radio in between sickeningly sweet pop tunes. Or maybe it was the constant commercials that ran during prime time network television. Junes was like a parasite. It ran family owned businesses into the ground and sucked the wealth out of most, if not all, communities it found itself in. Junes department stores sold everything any middle-class Japanese citizen could need, electronics, furniture, clothing, and groceries. They would probably even sell newborn babies if they were in high enough demand. Despite its devilish marketing strategy Junes became the ‘cool’ place to hangout for a lot of teenagers, and Shigayomi’s Junes was no different. Hordes of Shigayomi High School students could be found trekking from school to their local friendly department store. No one could escape the allure of its sparkling aisles and soulless managerial staff. Freshman. Sophomores. Juniors. Seniors. Freaks. Geeks. Jocks. They all loved to bask in the incandescent light of Junes. Haruno Haruka was no different. She always looked forward to visiting Junes. Her father hated the store however. “Bad for business” he would say as they would drive past the store on the weekends, her rather gruff father spitting outside the window in disgust. She liked to wander the aisles alone; pretending that she was buying things for her own house. Picking out soap dispensers and linen. She would sometimes get lost in her own thoughts and stroll all the way to the register with a basket full of carefully selected items. CHING. The drawer would open and her money would fly right in without hesitation; not realizing until she gets home. Her secret stash of Junes accidents was starting to grow a little too large as of late so she avoided the home goods department. The electronics department had recently become her second home. Who could resist staring into a 60” television for 30 minutes? Not Haruka, that’s for sure. On this particular day she stood wide-eyed in front of a beautiful 46” Sony BRAVIA LCD HDTV with a ¥251,900.99 price tag. If she was lucky enough to be a Junes member, which she happened to be, she could save a generous 5% before taxes!! How nice. Haruka’s schoolbag hung loosely from the tips of her fingers. Her black tasseled loafers stuck to the ground as though someone applied cement to the bottoms. Completely unaware of the chaos around her. A sheep? Yes. A male sheep. Rectangular pupils, wiry coat, and twisted horns. It was most definitely a sheep. And behind it? Nothing but DESTRUCTION. People screaming, children crying sparks flying, old ladies knocked over like bowling pins. It was a disaster and Haruka was none the wiser. The bearded farm animal was rushing towards her, head held low, with no intent of stopping… [/style]

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[Amudo Ken]

Ken had been walking through the Junes store today. What had he wanted today? Well nothing particularly good, just to walk around and look. He was in the electronics section and had been looking at different types of computers in the area. All the crap here was super expensive, 400,000 thousand yen for a computer?!?! That was freaking outrageous. He walked away with a sad face which he was now in front of a girl.

She was staring at a tv and he turned around, and at that moment, he had gotten rammed by a....ram? Yes that was it alright. He was now holding it around the horns and was flying everywhere. Even though he tried not too, he had knocked the girl onto the ground with the ram as it bit her ears. He had then ran off and jumped out the window, breaking all of the glass as it had landed on top of a car with the siren going off.

It had then ran through a line of costumers and went back inside and was now causing even more chaos. It had took a dump on top of the cashier, making the worker faint. It had then charged into a group of kids and stabbed them with it's horns of the devil. One kid had blood coming out of his mouth while the other girl was crying and hit the animal. She was also treated with the same fate.

He had continued it's rage through the store and even crashed into a wall and came out of another end.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY" screamed Ken as he was holding the ram by the horns. How he could run this fast with Ken's weight was a mystery, but it was still hapening.

People were getting hurt, they cried, they held each other and made out, well mostly the horny teens.

[Sekozawa Yohei]

The slave was working diligently in the restrooms alongside of his favorite companions created in this world. A mop, bucket, Lysol and a few cleaning utensils equipped to his waste band. Products such as these could never betray his love and trust but if they did he'd replace them in a heartbeat with his store discount. Quietly he scrubbed the floor, quite fine positioned on hands and knee's. The borderline OCD was content fulfilling this simple task of making the disgusting restroom sparkle. Everything else happening outside these walls were none of his concern.

The shrill screams and scuffling of customers somehow seemed normal. Perhaps their was a sale that he forgot about; customers always go mental for slashed prices. It wasn't until a petrified woman who's hair was a hot mess, stumbled into the bathroom nearly slipping on the wet floor. Yohei had the urge to push her out for defiling his floor but digressed.

"Ah...Ermm. The-there's a-a-a Ram out there." She stuttered, obviously looking quiet silly for even explaining something so outrageous. Standing full height of five-foot ten-inches, Yohei ogled blankly at her. Was he suppose to believe such bullshittery spewing out of her mouth. Yet it didn't hurt to peek instead of the cold-shoulder approach.

A shaggy head of brown hairs popped out o the door, eyes quivering in disbelief. A Ram was actually rampaging throughout he first floor. However, the potent problem Yohei had acquired was the horrible mess created. One that undoubtedly be left for the employees to break their back over, although, the mere cleaning challenge alone made him a bit oddly excited.

After setting down his scrub brush, he pushed through the door way, observing the scene an trying to gauge what action should be taken.

"Every day is great at your Junes~!"

Oh the irony. If he Yohei wasn't helping a stand-in bowling pin to it's feet, he'd allow his palm to greet his face. The old lady spat out her thank yous in a rush as she fled, and that's when he seen her. A poor girl who appeared to been fixated on a television, oblivious to the fact the price was out of her range, and a Ram with a boy attached to it's back, steam rolled her way. At that moment he had to choose between being a hero and possible injuring himself in the process. Or letting the oblivious girl get trampled on, which will probably lead to a lawsuit, his termination and severe injuries.

Luckily for both them, the short distance in-between was closed swiftly, due to Yohei being light on his feet. Sadly the hero moment was cacneled. The teenager grabbed Haruka's roughly by her shoulder, nails pinched into her garment as he yanked her into his chest right at the nick of time. The ram Rushed by her and plowed through a wall.

"Pay more attention to you're surrounding." he stated almost scoldingly, and releasing her out of his shaky grip. He turned his head, to and fro, trying to predict the Rams movement. Hopefully that young man on it's back released the twisted horns for safety precautions. "Um. Y-you okay?"

[Haruno Haruka]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; background-color: #F0F0F0; width: 360px; font-family: Century Schoolbook; font-size: 11px; color: #333333; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; background-image: ;] The 46" television was mesmerizing. Haruka's blue hues stayed focused on its screen, which now had images of tropical fish swimming swiftly through bright coral arrangements. The amount of detail was incredible. Her eyes were glazed over with amazement, still unaware of that charging ram now with a boy clinging onto its tough horns. A strong grip on her shoulder brought her to reality, fingertips pinching her untucked cotton/polyester uniform shirt. "Eh...?" Haruka blinked in confusion as she was spun around to see a.... ram?! "KYAAA!!!" she yelped as she gracefully spun around as though she were a ballerina practicing pirouettes, that short plaid snug around her waist showing off Haruka's pink lace undergarment. Her bag was now airborne, doing it's own dance overhead. Loose sheets of paper and school supplies rained down on Haruka and her hero, her small hands pressed up against his stomach and her face buried in his strong chest. "Pay more attention to your surroundings." his voice was equally strong, although it may have been all the excitement. Haruka could feel blood rush to her reddening cheeks as she took a deep breath and stepped backward away from the tall young man. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were tightly shut in embarrassment. Her thoughts were full of brightly colored fish, technology, that catchy Junes tune, and that farm animal. How could she have not seen it coming? "You saved my life!! Thank you so much!!!" she said aloud with her hands held tightly to her chest and her body bent at a severe angle bowing in thanks to her brown-haired hero. Haruka straightened her posture and swiped a few strands of blonde from her face still slightly dazed. She looked to her left to see the ram charging further into the depths of Junes. "U-um. Yeah I'm fine...I think. Thank you." she responded as she moved her hands to her posterior to fix her skirt. "Uh, should we do something?" she pointed towards the general direction of the stray livestock suggesting they go after it. [/style]

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MADE BY STARR OF ON THE EDGE

[Sekozawa Yohei]

"U-uh..." Replying to the girls gratitude deem more difficult then presumed for Yohei. Considering people delivered those two words almost daily; why couldn't he utter congenial feedback. Social awkwardness served as a staple to the problem, but maybe opposite gender interaction had additional weight burden him. Over complicating the amicable gesture was only faltering steps made to shrink out of brothers engulfing shadow.

Or it could have been because of the perverted peek he had of her undergarments. They were lacy and the color harmonized alongside his flushed, chameleon like facade, yet it only lasted seconds.

"Yeah..." mumbled Yohei, spotting he blonde girl's purse on the ground. Bending over, he hooked his index finger around the strap, and lifted it as he straighten. His arm extending forward, hand wiggling the purse in front of her, trying to gain her attention. Retrieving her purse was suppose to be the gentlemen like act to commit, and it's the least he could do after he bowing. "Here. Your, um, welcome." He flashed a routinely smile, one that satisfied customers but held no truth behind it. As he waited a few seconds for her to grab the handbag, an examination of her face was in order. Cuteness attached to a naive design would be how he'd describe it.

Besides the social activities that Yohei tried to build, a ram remained wreaking havoc. However what did a teenager hope to accomplish against an animal that could surely kill him. Quickly he cut away from the doe-eyed attraction, brain churned, striving for an idea that'll end the ridiculous rampage. His left hand was placed on his hip, right arm bent, hand grasping and cling to his neck, pondering.

Despite a idea of hog tying it like a Japanese cowboy, which was unrealistic if he couldn't take it down; nothing came.

Sinking to his knee's, feeling of uselessness overbearing, Yohei began picking up the sheets of paper and school supplies hailed on them minutes ago. Awkward, yes, but he understood cleaning better than catching a ram. Perhaps it can help clear his mind. Or he could ask the damsel for assistance... Although Junes probably won't like him putting a customer at risk.

"So. Do you have idea on how to end this, Miss..?"

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[ooc:Sorry for the long ass wait,.I had a few blocks to climb]

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[Haruno Haruka]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; background-color: #F0F0F0; width: 360px; font-family: Century Schoolbook; font-size: 11px; color: #333333; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; background-image: ;] Held close to her chest Haruka's hands felt empty. Ah! Her school bag! It had flown from her grip in the commotion moments before. It was a pity that the scene of papers dramatically falling down upon the damsel in distress and her hero was lost in the disruption caused by the ram and Haruka's aloofness. Her gaze fell to the floor, littered with sheets of white. "Oh?" attention successfully captured. She looked up at the bag. At the young gentleman's face. At the bag again. She was still a little dazed from her not-so-graceful pirouette earlier. "Th-thank you!" she bowed her head and grabbed the bag with both hands, hands locked as to not send it flying again. His smile, although seemingly practiced, was comforting. Her mind settled. The bright colors of coral in her mind faded and the school of fish dispersed. Her focus became the boy before her. Haruka was lost for a moment. What? When? Why? Who? Oh! Ram! Now! No idea! This boy...no never mind that. There was a crazed farm animal running about! Something had to be done. But, what? Haruka was at a loss. Her hero was now picking up papers. All things considered, it was an odd thing to do. It was charming though. He was hero through and through. Even rescuing her homework and notes. Haruka squatted, joining him in the clean up. "So. Do you have idea on how to end this, Miss..?" Breaking the short silence between the two. Miss? She looked over her shoulder. Oh right... "Haruno Haruka." She quickly responded. Well, what should they do? She hadn't a clue how to deal with the ram. If it were a cat or a dog she'd tempt it with food. What do sheep eat anyway? Grass? She sighed quickly realizing that she was veering off track. One question to herself would lead to two, then three, than four. It was a path best left for less dire situation. "Uhm..." she stuffed a few wrinkled sheets into her bag "Have you seen those old American movies? You know, with the..." she paused and stared blankly at a sheet of paper "OH! Cowpeople!!" bzzzt. wrong. "We could make a noose!" wrong again. Lasso. "Then tie it up!!" she said with enthusiasm. In her defense, moments ago she was almost listed in Sunday's obituaries with death by farm animal under her name. She was allowed to be a little scatterbrained right now. With her focus still on her hero she reached for another sheet. This was was awful warm. Felt a little like a hand as well. Pink painted her cheeks as she realized it was his hand... [/style]

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MADE BY STARR OF ON THE EDGE

[Sekozawa Yohei]

Despite the ruckus created by the ram: trampling and compelling people to wail throughout the first floor of the establishment. Rather then following the sheep, Yohei remained close to the floor, collected the damsels papers, piling the neatly into his hands. There were problems Yohei failed to have a solution for, but cleaning was something he understood quite well. He was making himself useful while trying to figure out ways to stop the rampage, and comprehending the serene aura claiming him.

Could Haruka be blamed for it?

No matter; the atmosphere felt comfortable. So was deducing the odd aura ?

He shook his brown shaggy head, the silly thoughts dispersing. As they both began cleaning up her mess, she introduced her self. Like Yohei's brother taught him, manners were essential; it was only his name anyway. Clearing his throat to catch her attention, before speaking. "Sekozawa Yohei."

[/color] he replied in his soft baritone voice that lacked the hesitation from earlier. Introduction were easy, the complicated part was the rest that followed. Yohei shared half a smile as he turned to her, still squatting, but listening intently.

"Hehe"[/color]

A genuine chuckle surfaced, gargling in throat. Ever since his brother disappeared, laughing or delightful smiles were a rare treat for the public eye. Only when viewing the television were these expressions produced but the girl he saved somehow fished them out. Not that there is any complains.

"Cowboys and Lassos" he interjected, correcting Haruka. His eyes closed for a second as he flashed a warming smile. Of course he'd know the proper term, seeing has one of his close friends watched any program transmitted on the television, including westerns.

Gears in his head screeched as they revolved, consuming and pondering about her idea. Unfortunately, his brain could not conjure up the thought of him lassoing the raging beast, so there had to be other means of putting the animal down. A scheme came to mind, but failed to be explained, due to the sudden warmth tickling his hand...

Upon looking down, Yohei found the reason, which compelled the hairs on the back of his neck to stand at alert. Body temperature rose from a simple touch of the opposite gender, face flushing for a few seconds in the process. Of course he could not fully comprehend the sensation, yet movies explanation assisted him. He shook the immature thought to the side, grabbed her and then stood.

"Come on."[/color] Awkward moments could wait until after they ceased the mayhem.

Quickly he lead her to the back area where all the appliances were stored, to search for a certain item. Said item was located on one of the shelves closes to him. Raising an arm, Yohei grabbed for cable wire, something he believe would trip up the beast.

"Um..."[/b] he started, removing the wire out of package simultaneously. "I don't think I'd be good with a lasso, so how about we trip the ram instead? This is still your idea, I'm just...making slight adjustments. Does that sound better?"[/b] Turquoise eyes stared up at her, awaiting an answer.[/center][/size]