You know it's hard out here for a pimp (you ain't knowin)
WHO: Utena Tenjou and open. Just start a new thread if you want to join!
LOCATION: Quidditch pitch.
WHEN: WEEK...63. During the event!
TIME: At night, bbeh. (~._.)~
WHAT: An evented!Utena. She is not revolutionizing worlds, but best believe she'll be rocking them. /shot
RATING: Uh, let's make this PG-13.
Well, this was exhilarating. Utena, her tie undone and looking stylishly mussed, strutted through the hallways, unmindful of any sort of curfew. There were special privileges given to those of certain status, and she fully intended to take advantage of all of them this evening. After all, she was a Prefect, and thus she (believed, for now) she was absolved of any rules.
Besides, she had a date. Several, if her journal entry had been any indication. And really, that was no surprise, she thought. She was Utena Tenjou, after all. Her only concern was that they might all arrive at once...and well, that could be fun too. She smirked at the thought.
...Her concern later, after all of this had worn off, would be what she had done and how many people's feelings she'd hurt, but unfortunately the real Utena was nowhere to be seen.
LOCATION: Quidditch pitch.
WHEN: WEEK...63. During the event!
TIME: At night, bbeh. (~._.)~
WHAT: An evented!Utena. She is not revolutionizing worlds, but best believe she'll be rocking them. /shot
RATING: Uh, let's make this PG-13.
Well, this was exhilarating. Utena, her tie undone and looking stylishly mussed, strutted through the hallways, unmindful of any sort of curfew. There were special privileges given to those of certain status, and she fully intended to take advantage of all of them this evening. After all, she was a Prefect, and thus she (believed, for now) she was absolved of any rules.
Besides, she had a date. Several, if her journal entry had been any indication. And really, that was no surprise, she thought. She was Utena Tenjou, after all. Her only concern was that they might all arrive at once...and well, that could be fun too. She smirked at the thought.
...Her concern later, after all of this had worn off, would be what she had done and how many people's feelings she'd hurt, but unfortunately the real Utena was nowhere to be seen.