Post by Haruno Haruka on Sept 30, 2011 23:52:24 GMT -5
| [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: ;]Tuesdays at Shigayomi High School, although classes began on Mondays they were the beginning of the week for many students. Tuesdays brought life to the otherwise dull halls of the small town’s local high school. Oricon chart top 40 hits played from a compact radio while students excitedly spoke about their favorite musicians in the music appreciation clubroom far off to the first floor of the Eastern Hall. Tunes similarly crept from the music room where jazz band members fiddled with their instruments. The low hum of bass guitars the escaped the jazz club miraculously could be heard underlining the lines of the drama club members on the second floor of the Southern Hall as they rehearsed lines for an upcoming school production. Shakespeare recitations mixed with the sound of a lone whisk scraping against the side of a metallic mixing bowl, combining cream and egg yolk into a rich custard. The buttery scent of hollow pastry puffs cooling on the counter was almost overwhelming as one would enter the cooking club room. Haruno Haruka’s wrist twirled gracefully as she whipped the sweet cream into soft peaks. Her blonde tresses where tied back into a messy bun on the crown of her head with elastic band adorned with a small pink bow much like the headbands she so often wears. A plain whiteapron with Shigayomi High School stamped onto the right side of the chest covered her blouse and short plaid skirt, a lifesaver considering how messy she could be when cooking. A sweet smile danced across her lips as the cream puff filling neared readiness. Haruka’s blue hues quickly passed over the plate of cooling puffs, their butter laced scent teasing the students the roamed the hallway and the track members running laps outside. “Ah~!” it was a satisfying scent. Haruka raised the wire whisk to her lips, her eyes darting back and forth scanning the area for any witnesses. Cautiously she opened her mouth to taste her creation. “Mmm~” it was fantastic. She almost melted. It was delicate. Sweet. Light. Mischief sparkled in her eyes. She was certainly tempted to put her face in the bowl and leave the cream puffs creamless… [/style] | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:103px; padding: 0px; ][style=background-color: f0f0f0; padding: 2px;]  [/style] |
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