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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2019 16:10:55 GMT -4
--- arisu --- - - - Several hours into the morning, and Arisu was starting to despair for time to breathe.
It wasn't a lack of enthusiasm- she loved supporting her classmates, loved building up the new cheerleading squad by hyping them up to the festival attendants, loved performing with them and trying out the cheers and routines they'd worked hard to develop. What it was boiled down to a simple lack of time. She'd done her best to use the time at the festival to the fullest- participating in practice bouts with friends, speaking with others when she had time between engagements, a few lessons slated for herself as well- but at the end of the day, every new activity, every step towards perfect efficiency, smothered her chances to take a breath, recover, regroup. She was drowning in action and it was finally starting to take its toll.
With a silent (and texted) apology, Arisu cancelled one of the practice matches she'd agreed to and hurried out of easy view of the public to duck behind a few of the stalls into a no-mans-land occupied by little more than a sturdy cooler full of water bottles and the back end of a bunch of stalls. It'd have been easy to catch sight of the very visible orange cheerleader's outfit ducking out of the main strip, and the close-cut dark hair made her stand out among the other cheerleaders on the squad- in short, not hard to recognize as she fled the strip to the solitude of the little island in the sea of humanity.
Plucking out a bottle of water, Arisu swallowed half in one go, chugging the cold liquid as she sat on the cooler. Not the most dignified way to get away from it all, but she wasn't particularly concerned about that- she was concerned with taking some time to smother the insecurities and anxieties slowly creeping up around her ankles. Doubts about her athletic ability and capacity to keep up with the cheer routines. Doubts that her cheers were interesting and exciting. Doubts that she'd picked the right event after the meeting they'd held. And anxiety over the pressure to perform on all those fronts despite it all.
Arisu sat on the cooler, bottle in her hands and between her knees, staring down at the ground where her toes, pointed in at each other, would have crossed. Inside, everything was erupting. Outside, she just looked... listless. Adrift, maybe tired, as she heaved a long sigh and tried to discipline herself to squash down the anxious tension.
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Post by Rin Kurama on Feb 8, 2019 13:24:38 GMT -4
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2019 17:38:42 GMT -4
--- arisu --- - - -
Having a strange hand falling onto her thigh, especially when most of the hand doing so was beyond the hem of the cheerleader's skirt Arisu was wearing, was more than enough reason to flinch into defensive mode, but even as the first flickers of blackfire spun around her open hand and she twisted to see who DARED, it turned out to be Rin, and the flames dissolved harmlessly. The momentary pressure soothed discomfort Arisu hadn't permitted herself to acknowledge, and that expressed itself as a soft, subtle groan.
"I- I know that!" Arisu protested, the clipped forelock dropping to partially mask her expression as she was sorely tempted to mimic Rimma's habit of poofing out her cheeks. "I have rest planned. After the festival. Lots of time to relax and study and let my body recover. I've... I've got this. I just don't want to waste time when all this is available." Arisu gestured towards the fairgrounds before looking pleadingly back at Rin and speaking quietly. "I'm so far behind. Anyone who's put any effort into their year is light years beyond the benchmarks I can reach. You, Risaka, Darren- Jazmine, especially," she murmurs, bringing up clenched hands as if to strangle the space between them. "She does everything I do but way, way better. It's inspiring, but-" Her hands dropped into her lap. "But it's frustrating too because I can't figure out how I'm supposed to keep up. And I know the spiel, "it's not a competition," and all that, -but it is.- School always is. You know what our country's like. If you're not breaking your back to wring every ounce of success out of yourself, you're lazy, you're failing, you're letting your family- school- employer- down. And that's before you even start to factor in all the ways that slacking off here could affect real people, real victims, real lives, out after we graduate."
A little, marble-sized bobble of flame wisped from her palm and danced in the air in front of her- Arisu stared into it as she spoke. It was easier than maintaining eye contact. "I need to know everything I can about myself and my quirk. I know a lot of the basics- it can fight fires, knock people out, move me around, and crumble debris without hurting living things, but there's so much practical experience I don't have yet. And I know I'm just starting, but I missed so much of the first year, and if I want to be taken seriously when I graduate, then I really need to make a name for myself, and I have to do it with incredible people like you and Jazmine miles past the starting line already. There'll be time for relaxing after the festival but for the next couple days... I really feel like I owe it to myself and my family and my future to take in everything the festival has to-!!"
She cut off as Rin poked her forehead and went for a bottle. The physical contact was surprising and left her blinking in faint astonishment afterwards, interrupted and derailed. As Rin reached down, Arisu scooted her rump up and off the cooler to make that easier, and sat back down after, toes still pointed in at each other to keep her profile small. She patted the other edge of the cooler- there was room for both of the smaller girls to sit, if she wanted to. The next statement, though, blew her mind, and it showed when she spoke. "That -you- aren't good enough? Rin-san, how could you even reach that conclusion? Everyone I've ever spoken to holds you in such high regards. If you're not good enough, Rin-san, who ever could be?"
"A- massage? You think it'd be helpful?" Arisu pondered that. It was something she'd never much considered. "Ah- well, okay. What could I do for you in return? I'm happy to help you however you need, massage or not, Prez-chan," she teased gently. She wasn't at all certain what help she could be to the president of the first year class A, but whatever help she needed, she'd be sure to get.
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Post by Rin Kurama on Feb 22, 2019 8:28:05 GMT -4
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2019 20:42:54 GMT -4
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