Kurou Narita
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Post by Kurou Narita on Jul 20, 2015 0:53:34 GMT
Timestamp: 4th July - Lunchtime
Kurou never usually bothered to meet people. Usually it hadn't been necessary. Whenever he tried to approach somebody they'd usually scuttle off with excuses of 'things they had to do'. Eventually he just gave up. He wasn't impolite. They were impolite. He wasn't desperate to make friends anyway.
His classmates called him a psychopath. He had no idea where the nickname came from. He didn't particularly care.
Walking into the cafeteria, he found an empty table and dropped his lunchbox onto it. His dad always insisted on him bringing his own lunch. It must have made sense to him in some way.
Dropping the script for the godforsaken musical on the table, he sat down. Opening his lunchbox, he picked up his chopsticks and flicked the script over, eyes scanning over the text as he began to read.
He was the switch again. Again. It was getting rather tedious at this point. Of course, nothing was likely to change in the near future and it wasn't as if he liked this stupid musical anyway. If anything he'd be glad when it was over. Some people were making way too big a deal over it. Scribbling on the side of his script lightly in pencil he wrote a few stage directions that he hadn't penciled in during rehearsals.
Beginning to eat his lunch he didn't bother looking up to see if anyone were nearby. He heard someone muttering, vaguely heard 'psychopath' then returned to writing in his script.
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Post by Felicity "Flick" Ellis on Jul 20, 2015 1:13:41 GMT
Lunch was probably Flick's favorite time of day. She had been at Ouran for a while now, but she never got over it - the grandiose lunch hall was always something to behold. Even if it did always feel awkward - there were so many wealthy people around! And she was just a scholarship student. There were always conversations going on of things she didn't understand, and as much as she wanted to make friends with others at lunch, she got the feeling others didn't want her around. After all, she wasn't rich. She wasn't from that kind of world. And they knew that, didn't they?
It was a little worrying. Making friends at public school had been so much easier.
She kept a grip on her lunch tray as she weaved through the crowd. Where to sit? It'd be easy enough to pick an empty seat and chat with whoever was next to her -
"There he is! That psychopath from 2-D!"
- Flick stopped. What?
"No, no, I heard he's a demon!"
There was a group of girls gossiping at the table to the right of her. Flick frowned. This hadn't been the first she'd heard about the rumors of a guy from 2-D being unsavory. But it was baffling. Why did people keep saying that?
"Look, he's writing things down! I bet it's a hitlist!"
She paused and looked around. Sure enough, there was a guy at a table all by himself some ways away. He was always alone, wasn't he? She'd seen him a few times - he never seemed to talk to anyone. And people gossiped about him anyways? That...
That didn't seem right.
Well.
She could change that.
She walked right to his table, absently clearing her throat. "Ah, finally, an empty table!" she said with a smile and a sigh of relief. At least it would be easy to play this off. "You don't mind the company, do you?"
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Post by Kurou Narita on Jul 20, 2015 1:30:14 GMT
At someone's throat being cleared his eyes shifted, looking up, but not actually moving himself. His chin still rested on his fist, and his elbow was leaning against the table. Eventually he lowered his hand and sat up a bit straighter.
At being questioned if he minded the company, he gave a noncommittal shrug, "Not at all." He had a feeling he would though. He felt like he would mind before very long. The exclamation of an empty table? What garbage. There were empty tables all over the place, she couldn't have looked very hard.
Maybe she was just being nice. That would be nice. That would be different.
He continued to write in his script, eating his lunch and waited for a minute until the girl seemed settled before speaking up quietly.
"You must be new."
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Post by Felicity "Flick" Ellis on Jul 20, 2015 1:51:59 GMT
Now that she got a good look at him, he seemed pretty attractive. That wasn't an unusual observation though - everyone at this school was attractive. Flick wondered, briefly, what he'd look like if he smiled, and a faint pink colored her cheeks for a moment. Stupid, stupid! Now wasn't the time to lose herself in fantasies. She wanted to make a new friend.
She grinned when he gave his okay, taking a seat on his side of the table, but leaving a space between them - as overbearing as she was, she still had a tiny bit of tact. Tempted as she was to see what he was writing, she resisted for the moment, giving herself a little time to savor her lunch. When he spoke up again, she offered a sheepish smile.
"Ahaha, guess I'm pretty obvious about my newness! I'm a first year, it's exciting to be here! Um, mostly, anyways. It's nervewracking though, I'm not used to rich people!"
Wait.
"N-not that rich people are bad or anything!"
That probably wasn't much of a save, but it was something.
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Post by Kurou Narita on Jul 20, 2015 10:35:24 GMT
Catching the faint pink on her cheeks, Kurou swallowed and looked down quickly, busying himself with the script. He'd heard tales of fan girls stalking boys around school. He didn't necessarily assume he'd get one and he hoped that wasn't the case.
A first year?? She was too tall to be a first year surely. And she spoke a lot. Not that it was a bad thing per say, more a reassurance that he wouldn't have to carry any conversations. A relief more than anything else.
He nodded silently, turning back to his lunch and eating again silently. He didn't necessarily agree with her. Some rich people were the worst. Particularly people who tended to hang around Class A. Some of them were abhorrent. Also people who tried to break away from 'being rich', insisting they 'wanted to be normal'. He couldn't stand hypocrites like that.
This girl was different.
She was nice.
Looking up slowly, he looked at her properly rather than just shifting his eyes towards her. Fully taking in the shock of pink hair and the teal coloured eyes. He was quiet then put his pencil down and pulled his lunchbox closer to himself.
"What's your name? Where're you from?"
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Post by Felicity "Flick" Ellis on Jul 20, 2015 10:53:05 GMT
Was she talking too much? She was probably talking too much. Flick paused to eat again, but she could feel his gaze on her. Was he thinking she was too tall too? People thought she didn't hear the comments about how freakishly tall she was, but she did. She could remember every last one of those derisive comments, as much as she wished she didn't.
Or maybe he thought her hair was weird. People whispered about that too. And they were less nice about that.
"I'm Flick!" Wait. "Um, Felicity. Felicity Ellis. But please call me Flick! Um, I mean, only if you want! No one uses my full name but my parents is all..." she laughed a little before continuing. "I've been all over! My parents met in Japan, but my dad was a Marine, so I've been everywhere! The US, France, Spain, South Korea and Italy for a few months..." she ticked the countries off on her fingers. "My dad retired a few years back and we settled in Japan! I did my middle school years at Ouran Public, but I really wanted to come here! I want to become a film producer, and if any school can help me achieve that, it's gotta be Ouran!"
She beamed as she spoke - only to realize she'd definitely said too much about herself. She blushed again, rubbing the back of her head. "Sorry, sorry! I talk a lot without meaning to!"
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Post by Kurou Narita on Jul 20, 2015 11:11:49 GMT
He listened in silence, nodding occasionally, as she talked about herself and her family and her goals. He was really quite content to sit and listen to her talk, she wasn't annoying and she had a nice voice.
"Sounds impressive." He mumbled, looking at his lunchbox for a moment before looking up, "I'm Kurou. Kurou Narita... And I don't talk much." That had to be the world's most unimpressive introduction. Although he wasn't certain why he suddenly cared about it. It was something Hisashi had always said.
He swallowed his lunch down quickly, suddenly feeling low again. But he tried to persevere.
"I'm not very exciting. I'm not a psychopath... at least I don't think I am." His gaze flitted to the group of girls who were still gossiping and he sighed, shaking his head before looking back at Flick, "You heard them bitching. So why did you sit here?"
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Post by Felicity "Flick" Ellis on Jul 20, 2015 11:28:45 GMT
"It's great to meet you, Narita-san!" Flick beamed at him, smiling sheepishly when he admitted he didn't talk much. It took all of her willpower to not mention that she had grasped that pretty well by now. Something changed in his expression for a moment, too quick for Flick to really place, and when he spoke again, her expression became even more sheepish.
...that obvious, huh...?
She followed his gaze for a moment, sheepish expression turning into a frown. "I don't think you're a psychopath either." she stated decisively, looking back over at him with a rather gentle expression. "You're quiet. That doesn't make you bad!"
Flick could hear them whispering again, and she had half a mind to tell them to shut up, but she was pretty sure at least one of them could buy and sell her, so she held her tongue. "I've seen you around before, and you're always sitting alone. With the....things....people say about you, I didn't think it was right to avoid you! That'd just be letting them win, you know? I don't like letting others dictate my actions, especially with people I don't know!"
Ah, that was kind of wordy. "Um! In other words, you looked like you needed a friend! A-ah, but maybe that was kind of an assumption on my part, I'm sorry! But I really do want to be friends! I mean, everyone needs a friend, right? A-ah, not that I mean you don't have friends already, I just - !"
God, she was making this worse with every word, wasn't she? She trailed off, sighing as her shoulders slumped.
"I'm sorry, I keep putting my foot in my mouth. Um, do you want me to leave...?"
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Post by Kurou Narita on Jul 20, 2015 11:41:47 GMT
He listened to her babble but remained silent, looking her in the eye as she did. She seemed to be getting nervous and he hesitantly held a hand up, about to say it was alright if she didn't want to keep talking but eventually she stopped on her own.
"No. Stay." He was surprised at how quickly he'd spoken. He practically cut Flick off when she was suggesting she left. He swallowed, "I mean... If you want too."
He was quiet for a moment longer, still looking at the pink hair. It suited her, he liked it, "Call me Kurou, Flick-San." He was quiet for a moment longer , "And you're right. I don't have many friends. So stay. Please."
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Post by Felicity "Flick" Ellis on Aug 11, 2015 8:41:45 GMT
Oh gosh, he wanted her to stay? Ah. She hadn't really expected that, to be honest! She had just started talking so much and it was grating, wasn't it? But the way he'd said it...
...it had to be lonely, right? Being called such awful things by your classmates.
Having to eat lunch alone every day.
She could relate, just a little. So with a sheepish smile, she nodded. "I'll stay." she assured, absently pausing to tuck some of her long hair behind her ear. Flick blinked when he kept speaking, surprised when he asked her to use his first name. That - it was important, right? Names always were. It was kind of nice he called her Flick too, she was so used to hearing "Ellis-san" everywhere...
He had a nice first name, she found herself thinking absently. It fit him and his quiet nature.
She didn't want to think too hard about his comment about not having friends. It was just going to make her angry! So instead, she offered a brighter smile. "All right, Kurou-san!" And then she paused thoughtfully. "Ah, I mean, Kurou-senpai!" she nodded in approval - he was her upperclassman, after all!
And then curiosity overtook her: "So what are you doing, anyways? It looks like you've been carrying that around a lot!" she noted as she pointed to the script he had. The pages looked well worn and there was writing on the sides... "Ah, is that a manuscript or something?"
...well, she was close...
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Post by Kurou Narita on Aug 11, 2015 10:02:15 GMT
She seemed to be deliberating over something in her head, Kurou was kind of surprised it didn't come tumbling out in a furious conversation with herself. She seemed like the type to talk to herself. He remained quiet, patting the table absentmindedly as she sat down again, eyes darting again to the pink hair. It really suited her.
She had a nice smile too. Very bright and warm.
"It's the play script for Wicked." He frowned, "I'm in the Drama Club." He pushed the script towards her, returning to his lunchbox, picking through it idly, scanning over the rice. "I'm the Switch. I have to learn all of it."
He didn't know whether to feel a little bit prideful that learning the whole play was something he could do or frustration that it likely wouldn't amount to anything. That had been the way for a couple of years now, learn the play; never perform. He was bitter about that. He couldn't help it, he just was.
"We're doing Wicked this year... it's not going so well."
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Post by Felicity "Flick" Ellis on Aug 17, 2015 8:48:53 GMT
Wicked?
Oh, she'd heard of that one! "That musical about the Wizard of Oz, right?" she asked as she peeked over the script, taking note of the sheer amount of notes he'd written on the sides of the pages. Everything from line emphasis to suggestions about stage direction, and observations about the rest of the cast...
"You have to learn all of it?!" that earned a noise of surprise, a little louder than she had intended as well. Flick froze, blushing immediately. "S-sorry, it caught me off-guard. But that must be so intense! What if you're not good for a part though?" Ah, crap, that came out wrong! "N-not that I mean you'd be a bad actor, you must be amazing to learn everything! But I mean it more like..." she frowned now, brows creasing. "Doesn't that end up backing you into a corner? Ah, I-I mean! You don't get to play to your own acting strengths, right? 'cause you're busy filling in for everyone else?"
That seemed kind of sad...
At the mention of it not going so well, Flick blinked. "Like cast problems or...?" she asked, leaving it open ended for his benefit.
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Post by Kurou Narita on Aug 17, 2015 20:21:44 GMT
"Yeah. From the Witches' point of view." He picked at his lunch quietly, looking up as she started talking again. His eyes wandered back to the script and frowned to himself. Some of the notes were hasty and scribbled, some of them were criticizing stage directions and new ones (better in his opinion) were also penciled in. "It's good when it's done properly."
At her questioning he gave a curt nod, raising an eyebrow again at her babbling. He mostly let it wash over him, picking at his lunch while only paying half a mind to it. As she continued to babble he leaned an elbow on the table and propped his head up in his head, raising an eyebrow.
"I like to think I'm pretty versatile but I suppose essentially you're right." He started eating again, "I'm a glorified understudy though really. I don't actually perform."
"You could call it that," He replied, when Flick inquired about cast problems, "Biased directors. Some people who think too much of themselves." He ate again, scooping up his rice, "Some people don't get any rehearsal time. Some get too much. Some people are just annoying."
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