Kazuki [001]
Who: Hihara and whomever runs into him
Where: Field in Espoir
Style: either (but keep it consistant)
Status: Open
“Wow, did you hear that performance?”
“I’ve never heard something so amazing!”
“Wait, the judges are done conferring!”
“The winner of the Seiso Academy Concours is… Hihara Kazuki of Class 3-B!”
“I did it! I did it Kanayan, I did it!”
Arms pumped into the air, as a green-haired head sat straight up in a field. And gold eyes blinked. And blinked again. And once more, just for good measure.
“Kanayan? Hey, Kanayan, is this some joke?” He looked around, seeing nothing but a grassy field, and some buildings in the distance.
“Azuma? Hino-chan?” He was sure that he’d been in the waiting room before the selection, how in the world was he out in a field somewhere?
Kazuki smacked his cheeks with both hands, and then moved to stand up, his fingers brushing a familiar handle.
“Hey, my trumpet!” At least he still had that. Even if he was in his performance clothes, in a field he had no clue where was, with no one around that he knew. At least he still had his trumpet.
Hey, wait a sec…
Kazuki instantly knelt down, opened the case, and put the mouthpiece into the trumpet. He may not know where he was, or where anyone else was, but at least he could make enough noise that someone would find him. He took a deep breath, and started in on his piece for the selection.
Where: Field in Espoir
Style: either (but keep it consistant)
Status: Open
“Wow, did you hear that performance?”
“I’ve never heard something so amazing!”
“Wait, the judges are done conferring!”
“The winner of the Seiso Academy Concours is… Hihara Kazuki of Class 3-B!”
“I did it! I did it Kanayan, I did it!”
Arms pumped into the air, as a green-haired head sat straight up in a field. And gold eyes blinked. And blinked again. And once more, just for good measure.
“Kanayan? Hey, Kanayan, is this some joke?” He looked around, seeing nothing but a grassy field, and some buildings in the distance.
“Azuma? Hino-chan?” He was sure that he’d been in the waiting room before the selection, how in the world was he out in a field somewhere?
Kazuki smacked his cheeks with both hands, and then moved to stand up, his fingers brushing a familiar handle.
“Hey, my trumpet!” At least he still had that. Even if he was in his performance clothes, in a field he had no clue where was, with no one around that he knew. At least he still had his trumpet.
Hey, wait a sec…
Kazuki instantly knelt down, opened the case, and put the mouthpiece into the trumpet. He may not know where he was, or where anyone else was, but at least he could make enough noise that someone would find him. He took a deep breath, and started in on his piece for the selection.