Miyuki paced impatiently back and forth across the gymnasium floor, checking his watch and glancing disapprovingly at the great double doors. They were late...again. He had already set up his section of the room; a set of mats, covering almost one third of the floorboards, and a cd player out the front ( Read more... )

Who: Open to everyone.
Where: Gymnassium.
When: Gym class.
Summary: Tournament begins.

( Hajime! )

Props were set up on the stage in the auditorium. A bulletin had been posted to the wall to alert the students of this. Jiro-sensei sat in waiting in the corner of the room, toying with a carnival mask. Drama? Bah. But nonetheless, it was time to... seriously begin. He'd yet to meet his students, and had an idea in store to not only observe their ( Read more... )

She paced the gym impatiently as a few more students straggled into view, considering wandering into the change rooms and barking for them to hurry up ( Read more... )

Professor Kazuhiko Nakamura waited impatiently in the music room, settling for leaning against the window, cigarette clamped between his lips. Honey-shaded eyes waited, taking in the empty room, enjoying the last few moments of silence. It likely wouldn't last for too much longer ( Read more... )

Ichigaki --- or rather, Igurashi-sensei --- sat organizing papers at his desk, with a slightly smug smirk spread across his face. He glanced from over his desk at the few students who lingered by their desks before the class started. He wondered where his.. murderer... was... that damned child, Urameshi; a small look of disgust enwrapped the small ( Read more... )