[Intro post! Warning: Interacting with Hibari has a high chance of you getting tonfa'd in the face.]

[hibark_hibite]

[In some slightly-off-the-beaten-path part of camp sits a young man in a folding chair. Beside him is a table containing: 1) a CD player, playing on repeat a song that goes something like The green trail ~~~~ of Namimori / It's not big or small / Nami is great! and 2) a box labeled cash donationsBehind this display are a pair of zombies with

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[tasteslikeash]

[what. . . . what.]

Hibari.

[hibark_hibite]

[...looks at for a long moment like he's trying to remember you, or maybe trying to remember how you look when you bleed]

[tasteslikeash]

[either way, it's enough to keep me from saying something stupid]

Did you really train those zombies?

[maybe]

[hibark_hibite]

They just started to follow me earlier. [looks at the donation box pointedly] Would you care to show some school spirit? It's even your school.

[tasteslikeash]

. . . Right. --The hell, are you trying to extort people already?

[hibark_hibite]

It's not extortion. It's for a school cause.

[looks at his watch.]

[tasteslikeash]

I'm not giving you anything.

[hibark_hibite]

[HEADSHOT]

[hibark_hibite]

Really? But it's for our school.

[tasteslikeash]

[OW MY FACE]

[tasteslikeash]

I SAID NO

[hibark_hibite]

Oh.

[BEATS]

[hibark_hibite]

Why not?

[tasteslikeash]

[s-sob my life]

[tasteslikeash]

dsflksdasshole

I don't have any money.

[hibark_hibite]

Check your wallet to be sure.