[ OPEN LOG ] 3RD WEEK OF SCHOOL FUCKTHEWHAT - ALL.

[messandentwine]

Who: Any and all students/teachers currently ALIVE and not missing or a human vegetable. (Surprisingly not everyone fits into these categories anymore. The numbers are actually quite shocking.)
What: After school.
When: September 4.
Where: Oshima High School Campus. (Any and all college goers who aren’t brain-dead are welcome. :D)
Warnings: It’s

Comments

Skiving, College, College... Haku!

[h_yoton]

The day has been more eventful than the others and Zabuza-sensei is distant, Haku has noticed. It's what's on his mind as he leaves the school building after the doors open and the madness subsides (somewhat- we're all mad here.)

He looks as ever, calm and serene with his long-again-short-again hair long again and loose. But Haku's mind is in other places and on other people than the autumnal scenes around him. It rains.

The first week of September rains.

Haku plasters a smile on his face- it looks easy and natural- and slips through throngs of people, hiding his head under a folder as the rain gets worsened and worsened.

// Tagging... uh, anyone. 8D \\

...Sakura's there for math class.

[petal_heroine]

It's that smile that draws Sakura's attention, too.

"Yuki-san?"

She's forgotten way too easily just how old he is; older than her, right? She thinks so, anyway. Yeah, he must be- But such a baby face! It's his most unique feature, really, the fact that he can look so young (and feminine, she thinks to herself, why can't makeup do those kinds of things for her cheeks?) while at the same time acting so much more mature than his fellows is - she decides the word carefully - rather enviable.

Sakura's here for math classes, not for age's sake; the college campus is large, unfamiliar and intimidating even though it's the third week into school. Well- Sakura's second week. (Damn her parents for keeping her those extra seven days...!) She's not intimidated by the workload - to the contrary, she's delighted by it - but she's definitely intimidated by the student population. They're all quite frightening.

But Yuki Haku is not.

(At all.)

Gets worsened and worsened? WTF was I smoking?

[h_yoton]

Haku's mind is one that trails through phone calls and visits that all end the same ('He can't see you right now', 'You're not family') and though he smiles and patiently allows it (he is family- would he have stayed through it all if he weren't?) his fingers catch needles on the way out and hide them into his bag.

His mind is on hold while the world asks him to return and his eyes catch a glimpse of a pretty little flower that, like himself, hasn't quite graduated. (But he will soon- and then what?) The college campus with better sports facilites... or so they rumoured. Haku couldn't see a difference.

"Aa, hello, Sakura-chan," he replies, waving and still smiling. "Why are you here?"

My heart is in my hand... eugh.

[ld_sk]

School. Sucked. College sucked worse. Hidan grumbled to himself as he entered the familiar campus for some fuck-all reason that he'd forgotten already.

Fuck. Just great.

Sending some snot-nosed little freshmen scampering with a look, Hidan laughed slightly, but it was hollow and empty. Today had really sucked (poison threats, crazy bitch) and even a petty little terrorising was completely fucking boring.

Why did it have to fucking rain this week? Hidan wondered irritably as he flopped down onto a damn wooden bench, chucking his bag down heavily next to him and pulling at the hood of his waterproof jacket a little more.

He'd remember why he was here soon, surely.

// Tagging... um... Kakuzu, Tayuya, Akatsuki in general, Temari? THE ENTIRE FUCKING POPULATION OF OSHIMA PLS? XD *doesn't know* Masochism Tango was perfect for this. ♥ \\

AND ARE YOU SQUEEZING IT?

[messandentwine]

But Naruto did not consider himself especially snot-nosed, and for good reason. (He rarely ever cries and he has only been sick three times over the course of his entire life - all three times with none other than the common cold - and since he finds mucus ridiculously disgusting, all of the listed circumstances have included him with tissues screwed into his nostrils so that he won't have to deal with it.) He was, though, young and rude - both things that were bound to get on pretty much anyone's nerves.

Of course, Naruto liked himself that way.

And that's all that really counted for anything.

So, when he caught a leg against Hidan's accidentally and tripped (rather ungracefully - though he did manage, miraculously, to stay on his appartenly two left feet,) he was not especially pleased or respectful about it. When he was standing upright again (which took maybe six seconds), he stuffed his hands in his pockets again (they'd flown out of their own accord, presumably to steady him) and spoke in a drawl, disinterested voice that

APPARENTLY SETTING IT ON FIRE.

[ld_sk]

// WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE. That is all. \\

Hidan's legs don't move an inch for the little brat who spoke that way, but his eye did twitch and his jaw tightened more. He didn't make any move to smack the little cunt in the face but his grip on the handle of his backpack tightened.

"Listen fuckhead, I don't have the patience to deal with some shitheaded little high schooler who's gotten too big for his own fucking boots." Hidan wasn't screaming, his tone was ringing with venom but it felt like he knew exactly what he was doing. (Anyone who knew Hidan would probably agree that the concept of Hidan knowing what he was doing was a worrying and rare event.) "Fucking walk somewhere else then."

Fucking high schoolers.

[lemirage_bleu]

It's a rare event when Kasumi chooses to exude impatience at anything, but the weather is dismal and it's her turn to succumb to the delightful moodswing that affects most women once a month. (It is such things that occasion people to label women as the 'weaker sex' and she can't stand it --right now

[pigtail_poser]

Moegi's first week of school was hectic, and she was frustrated beyond measure. The people at this school were so smart- and she was so dumb... There were so many pretty girls, like Ami and Hanabi, they were both in her grade. They were both sooooo pretty. She sighed, she would really have to work hard to make a name for herself

oh always yes. <3

[lemirage_bleu]

Her brow raised, smoothly, and her arms crossed, her expression far from pleased at the little girl who bumped into her. She pondered for a second before her face softened minutely, still not smiling however.

"Indeed," she replied softly, tapping a long, ever-calloused finger against the jacket of her uniform, eyes watching and analysing the girl. Hmm, she seemed too soft, too easy to get information out of. Kasumi's lips curled quietly, quickly into a smirk that flickered away as soon as she bent down slightly to look the young girl in the eyes.

"Say, little girl, do you know the way to the music room?" It was better than wandering around like a headless chicken and arousing suspicion. Not that she couldn't avoid people when she wanted to, and well. Her finger dipped into the girl's pigtail, twisting the silky hair around it lightly and her mouth is some inscrutable smirk.

oh,by the way... did you get my last reply to the zetsu/kasumi log? I'm worried my email lost it ;_;

[pigtail_poser]

If at all possible, her blush intensified. Still partially frozen by the absolute beauty of the woman (woman was infinately more fitting- you could not keep this woman and little Moegi in the same class) and mortified beyond all measure for being so terribly clumsy. She didn't seem mad at Moegi- but was she mad? Was she one of those people that never showed their feelings, oh what if this girl hated Moegi, thought she was stupid, ugly, and filth for getting in her way? Such thoughts buzzed with startling speed through her mind, she allmost missed the lady's question

[greenhouseangst]

There was something about the rain- perhaps it was because he considered himself so close to a plant. It renewed him, like few other things could (for who can prod a wilted flower to bloom?). This is the reason he rarely carried an umbrella when he walked. They were bothersome things. Large, taking the sheets of rain falling upon the earth, and condensing them so they will land upon someone else- anyone else so long as it is not you. The selfish nature of humans.

He shook his head, flecks of rain water leaping from his hair as he did so. He looked up upon Oshima High. A place- of memories. Perhaps the first place he had found something near acceptence, and the first place black had terrorized in freedom (the inside grinned at this idea, looking upon his old play ground). But that was child's play, who else still sits on a broken swing except those haunted by the past?

He had come here for a quick- visit of sorts. He had to see an old teacher, some professer (or shithead) needed an example of his high school writing- he was

[allways_right]

Yamanaka Ino did nothing half way- so when she was excited she didn't just strut, she shashayed. Walking out from her last class of the day (cheer, Anko-sensei was really working them this year, something she was glad of), she made her way through the hallways. Looking down at the freshmen scurrying out of their English 101, she smiled. She was so glad not to be at the bottom of the food chain (there were few things that were quite as humiliating then having to submit to seniority