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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Sept 13, 2020 13:01:05 GMT -4
Coming to school on a saturday huh? She hadn't had to do that since she moved off campus but... well, she had a good reason she felt. While she had been working well with Asta, the contracts she had with Sonya and her company weren't primarily exclusive. Of course it was always a good idea to try and rep the brand you were working for, but for the opportunity she had today, a quick phone call told her there was no issues! In fact, more publicity like this was gonna do nothing but good for her career with Asta!~ With the final year soon to graduate and more students always flowing in, students had been asked to come in on a saturday to meet with the reps for a magazine doing a piece on the future of heroes. Naturally, while everyone had been effectively invited from what Yumi had been hearing it was more those students who were looking to be a bit more than just a hero for their career. Those who wanted to be public figures, idols, models or what have you who took an interest in the opportunity today. Yumi actually weirdly looked forward to that, seeing what other students might show up and try and put their best foot forward on such careers. Arriving on campus, she'd remembered to try and look her best. While also demonstrating some of her own style. One of the old habits from the 2020s had resurfaced, the crop hoodie fad. Those ones that had way too much missing to be worn on their own and were more used to accent whatever you wore beneath. Which in this case happened to be a crop top with a nice window between the hoodie and the top. Of cooooourse she did worry that was a bit too showy, between her exposed midrift already being part of the outfit but... no. No. Sonya taught her to be more confident in the version of herself SHE wanted to display. People were either gonna fall in love with her image or not at own. yeah... yeah. She held her head high and stride into the school. Apparently they were going to be holding photoshoots and interviews in the gymnasium, and asking students to wait in the locker room while they got things set up, Yumi spotting some equipment guys wheeling in lights through the halls being overseen by that green woman she'd seen running the front desk of the school at times. She'd get to meet whoever was doing the interviews later she was sure, but for now she shifted course into the locker rooms that had been designated for the students to use, male or female while they waited. They'd tried to make things look a little more welcoming, placing cushions on the wooden benches in the middle and put up a few temporary mirrors on magnets against the locker doors. It was makeshift but... Yumi appreciated the effort. As she waited for any of the others to appear, Yumi caught herself in one of the mirrors, briefly just looking herself over... it was a silly outfit, a bit of a meme but... she liked it. She liked how she looked and the quirky nature of it was definitely her style. She took a few seconds to adjust what little makeup she had on, a bit of lip gloss and faint eye shadow, nothing too noticeable just enough to give her a bit more of a 'facial highlighting' so to speak... aaaand with a casual smile she lifted her arms over her head, doing a pose she'd practiced for one of the Asta shoots she'd done earlier this month. Yeeeeah. Those pics were gonna come out great.~ rough image ref
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Sept 13, 2020 15:16:31 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile “Perfect for the club, but this, not so much…?” “Nope, too evening gown…” “A little too formal, I'd say~” An event for idols and the like all about image and that something which Bianca Bellucci knew all too well, in all honesty the hardest part about attending the fashionable school soiree was less about mustering up the confidence to attend, and rather about finding that one look that really said everything about her ‘brand’ and how good she could look if she put the effort in. Because of that the black haired beauty leaving her room strewn with items she had jumped in and torn off simply because they did not fit the occasion, it was lucky for her she knew just how picky she could be and had set about plenty of time to get ready because this really was taking a while, but eventually she found what she was looking for. That one combination that said that lovely little word she could live by. Pure perfection! Not knowing exactly how many shirts and skirts, how many dressed and dalliances she had pushed her slender shape into until she found the option that seemed to smart and sensuous and stylish and so much more than that, finally the foreign femme looked at the mirrors that surrounded her in her walk in wardrobe and saw something truly splendid looking back at her, and was wholly satisfied with what she had saw. How could anyone resist this~? Gosh, I sure hope SHE’s there, imagine her seeing me like this~ More than that, she was excited! This was a number she wanted to show off, and she knew that with the crème de la crème waiting for her the crowd would never be more critical in their view, or more rewarding in their reception either. And so she headed off at post haste, when her hair and makeup was done as well, of course. Set your faces to stunned~ Finally arriving at the school and feeling like a goddess of glamour as she did so, the sable siren stepped from her father’s car with a smile and a spring in her strut as she made her way to the gym for the event that Papa Manny had mentioned to her, practically sashaying her way along the path with a swing in her hips that made it feel as if she was trying to shake a martini as she walked. It really rather feels like I was born to do this, doesn’t it~? That the effect of a good set of heals and an even better sense of confidence, those long lashes fluttered as she passed by faces she didn’t recognised since any of them could be photographers for the event, and a few were even treated to a flick of the hair and a giggle for good measure as she approached her venue. God was she loving this… It almost felt like she should have gone to catwalk school, not heroic, didn’t it~?
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Sept 13, 2020 17:42:59 GMT -4
She had to admit, this was quite the lovely little initiative... More so than having a multinational conglomerate offering ironclad contracts, events such as these truly brought a smile to the sculptress' face, so much that she couldn't help but hum in delight as she slipped on her clothes: "Fufu~... They really have the most incredible ideas sometimes, doesn't they~...?", She mused, half wondering who had been the brilliant beauty to come up with this little event, already imagining the mind of a certain ravishing redhead behind it... Well, she supposed she'd have plenty of time to find that out for herself. It could have been just a spontaneous initiative on the part of the magazine involved, and yet her wild imagination certainly spoke otherwise.
For once, Alisa didn't really try particularly hard to dress up and draw attention to herself... Today, she wanted all of the spotlights on each and every last one of her students who decieded to show up, and so did what she could to keep them off herself. Well, up to a point at least, no matter how she went about it, she really wasn't the kind of person to fade into the background. In the end, each and every one of the boys and girls present had their share of the responsibility to draw as much attention to themselves as they wanted.
...And thus, Alisa did the next best thing, putting on a plain set of form fitting blue jeans, flatteringly tight around those long, shapely legs, topped off by a breezy, loose yellow shirt draped over her shoulders. Absolutely no makeup to speak up, really, about as casual as a mildly formal event would allow, which was enough to leave the satisfied sculptress with a smile on her face, quite curious as to what exactly she'd find once she left her car in the parking lot and strode off towards the gymnasium at a brisk pace, betraying her curiosity to see for herself just what would she find when she finally met up with her students: "Oh, hello there girls~... How are you doing on this lovely...", greeted the tall teacher,. brushing her long, flowing dark hair behind her as it fluttered about with every step, waving gracefully at her students as she met up with them. For a moment there, she looked no different than how Yumi or Bianca might have grown to know her, cool, collected, confident, with that utterly unshakable faint smile. But in the end, even that aloof teacher couldn't help but do a double take as she looked between both of the girls in turn, utterly speechless at how unbelievably stunning they once they both set about pulling out all the stops, "Afternoon..."
In the end, the admiring amazon's smooth, honeyed voice actual faded into a mere, breathy whisper, as her eyes drifted over each of their forms, from Yumi's spirited spunkiness to Bianca's enchanting elegance... In the end, the teacher's hand came to rest on her hip, giggling gracefully as her smile returned, a clear reminder of how their students had now grown into wonderful women as much as the hopeful heroes they'd soon be.
"Ufufu~... You both look absolutely stunning, if I might say~", regaining her wits about her, Alisa winked at the two and walked over to them
After all, no matter how powerful or experienced her students may be, at the end of the day they were still students, and as a teacher, Alisa felt the obvious responsibility to look out for them, especially considering quite a couple of influential people could end up making an appearance.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Sept 13, 2020 18:30:05 GMT -4
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Anybody that was surprised to see Emi at the gathering had been living under a rock. At least, that was what she would claim – and not without reason. Where many of her fellow students had started making a name for themselves during school, few could make a claim to fame before they’d enrolled. Sure, vloggers and streamers were a dime a dozen, but a start was a start, and had helped roll the ball towards true stardom.[break][break]
That, however, took hard work, and taking every opportunity that presented itself, until she was big enough that people were begging her to take theirs. While a shared magazine piece wasn’t quite as exclusive as she would prefer, it was just one step to the fame she craved.[break][break]
Finding the right outfit didn’t take long. Between living in the lap of luxury and spending too much time in front of a webcam, she’d amassed a wardrobe’s worth of attire most would consider ‘dressing to the nines’. And of course, to some, what she’d chosen would be considered excessive. A sleeveless turtleneck bodysuit, mostly covered below the shoulder by a westerner’s idea of a kimono. While the patterns had been inspired by their home country, the dress’s length – barely beneath her bottom on the body, with half of the sleeves drooping well past the knees – favoured form over function, and making a statement over cultural accuracy.[break][break]
Long black boots, matching shorts, a pink-black obi and a pair of purple hairbands completed the outfit, and that was without going into her face. Anybody that had spent more than five seconds with the girl knew that she took great care and pride in her face. A self-assured smirk and fluttering eyes let anybody looking know what she’d discovered years ago: there was only so much makeup needed to enhance what was already close to perfection.[break][break]
Where some of her peers might have held a rarely-seen level of confidence, Emi being just as poised as ever said sent a few messages about herself. For one, that the interview was nothing special to her, even if her clothes may have screamed otherwise. For two, that from her first day at the school, she had already adopted the sort of confident composure that made walking into such a scene seem nonchalant.[break][break]
The third was that Emi thought of herself as just that great, but again, that was hardly news.[break][break]
“I hope that goes for all of us,” she cooed, arriving just as the teacher finished laying her compliments. Emi’s was a rhetorical statement, of course. Everything from the hand on her hip, to a less-than-subtle smirk, to the way her eyes lingered just too long on Yumi’s bare belly told that she already knew who the star of the show was.[break][break]
“You know, I’m a little excited. It’s been a while since I’ve done an interview, and even longer since I’ve done a proper photoshoot.” It wouldn’t take much searching online to find that her definition of ‘proper’ was very loose, and seemed to include pictures from her fellow Instasnappers. “For print, too! It’s still a little crazy to me that people still read magazines on paper, but hey, if that’s what’s popular…” Closed eyed and a shrug held high punctuated her sentence.
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Sept 15, 2020 8:27:13 GMT -4
She had been way too early and had been send away. Rowan still could not get used to the fact that she was living on campus because she was so done with the daily security that brought her from and to school... it had been ridiculous so she had asked if there had been a dorm room available and moved there. Her poor little cat was not allowed to come along and had to stay at her parents. It had been the twister in her plan but she couldn't stand the three guys silently following her every single day, twice. Buddy system, that sucked if you lived alone. Now she even felt like she was going to be late as she heard murmuring in the girl's locker room. Obviously she wasn't going to be alone but she wasn't sure who to expect here apart from Yumi. Yumi worked for ASTA as well and where Rowan was having far less time and professionalism as her fellow model... she was okay with what she was doing from time to time. The raven-haired girl had pinned up her hair in a bun and kept a loose piece of hair on her right side. She had found some fancy but still neutral looking earrings and finished her normal form of make-up. If they wanted something else, she was sure they could take it off and apply something new for her so she didn't intend to bother herself too much with it. She wore a shoulder-less white shirt with a fake low-waist corset in black and a black skirt with a high split. Maybe she wasn't as fun going or pretty dressed as the others though. She looked pretty... normal. Had she gone dull? Well, wait the question should be; has she never been really fun before? Which was probably answered with a disappointed: yes. She had always been too serious and not knowing how to have fun. She was going to try and have fun today. Right. Emi was here, Yumi was here and she knew the teacher only from classes, there was also another pretty girl. Was it already too late to turn around and leave? No wait, she said she would be fun and she had said she would do this so she couldn't suddenly leave. "Hi everyone, hope I am not too late." Seriously how could you be late if you lived in the dorms... the nightmare. Outfit reference
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Sept 15, 2020 12:24:32 GMT -4
Hearing the door shift open behind her, Yumi lowered her arms from behind her head and glanced over her shoulder, in walking a head of raven hair she didn't actually recognize off the bat. She felt she'd seen them walking around the sections of campus the second years tended to have their classes but she'd never gotten the chance to meet them... at least, she thought she hadn't. She seemed to have a more glamerous style than Yumi's own tomboyish approach to her attire, but she didn't let that act as any sort of barrier in introducing herself. Today was a good day to show her confidence, and so without worry she strode over and offerred her hand.
"Hi! I guess you're here for the interviews too, being here on a weekend afterall?" She smiled with her offered hand and rested her free hand against her chest. "I'm Yumi, year 3C president.~" She'd been the vice president for a while buuuut with a certain blonde leaving the school it had left her in a state where she could take on the role more fully like she had the previous years. Would look great on a resume' too.~ "Sorry I can't say I recognize you myself, even trying to get around the years... are you a newer student by any chance?" She felt she'd seen them on the school trip she arranged but that train had been so packed and busy it had been hard to pick out many specific faces...
Of course, a face she more easily recognized soon stepped in and Yumi chuckled behind her hand as she lacked any sort of surprise at Alisa's arrival, rolling her eyes a little and cocking her hips as Alisa seemed to be a little... distracted. It was becoming a lot easier to hold confidence around her the more she realized their teacher had wandering eyes as bad as some of the boys had over the years. Still, she dipped her head in respect with a soft smile. "Good afternoon Miss Vollan. I assume you volunteered to be 'on guard' with the visitors here today." She smirked a little at the compliments, looking over herself. She'd maybe gone more for the meme of the look than anything, but hey, she'd made an effort so she had no shame to hold in it. "And thank you, I appreciate the words of confidence. I hear they're gonna do some photos at the end of this so I wanted to put some of my own flair into it rather than just look my 'typical best'. Dresses were never my think you know?" S
She glanced to Bianca however and offered a warm smile. "Really suits you though, that outfit looks great on you.~"
As if to add to the growing collection of different styles, a perhaps more 'poppy' take on a traditional outfit soon strode in in the form of Emi. She was actually a little surprised to see her here. Whenever she 'sold herself' it always seemed to rely on independance. Her blogs, her youtube channel, and she seemed to have a sly backhanded comment or two to throw her way when she'd mentioned working closely with Asta. Of course it could all be taken as lighthearted jokes but... something about Emi never left her too sure. The way she held her chin up and seemed to look over Yumi didn't make her feel much more confident that it had all just been friendly banter... amongst all the girls here Emi's gaze made her feel the most... judged...
Still. Good day. No reason to get bogged down... and hey, kill 'em with kindness.~ That was the style Sonya was teaching her to vent her frustrations better in public settings. Helped stop her just going into a paranoid loop if she actually did something anyway.
"Not been too long myself. Had the ASTA print do a tour of my new apartment just a week or so back myself.~" She chimed with a hint of pride herself. "As far as print media goes though you'd be surprised. Maybe it's not as popular these days but they can help attract the eye for other businesses. Its hard to find a store that sells solely magazines anymore afterall, its a surplus item~ Something that gets you in the door or catches your eye on the way out, and if I might say I think we'd all make a very eye... catching..."
Yumi trailed off a little as the final student entered the room. Rowan may have thought she was normal, or bland, but Yumi couldn't help a 'WOAH' spurting out of her as her lips finally caught up with her brain, a light blush on her cheeks. The outfit was simple perhaps but... damn. She'd never really gotten the impression that Rowan was a looker until right fucking now, and she was definitely seeing her in a new light. She may have done the hair before, maybe even the outfits but... something about the whole combo from the makeup to the dress to the... just...
"D-damn sorry Rowan just... Geeze now I'm actually wishing I made an effort. You look really good!~" She'd heard a passing word or two since the hot spring trip that Jaz had taken some interest in Rowan and now she could definitely see why. She wouldn't say she was jealous but... ah heck, she was a little, Rowan was lookin' damn good.~
In fact... Yumi pulled her phone out of her back Pocket, flipping her camera app on... okay flash off... and the case was so dense thanks to it being electro-proof it wouldn't make a click sound... Yumi turned about, hit the snap button with it aimed behind her back, checked it was a good photo and then got to texting Jaz through the school's DM system, giggling a little to herself, almost maliciously all the while, her thumbs working overtime until Jaz was thoroughly 'ruffled up' and Yumi saw fit to put her phone away.
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Sept 16, 2020 10:29:58 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile “That’s right, on both counts~! Heeheehee, I’m Bianca, Class 2-A, and the pleasure is all mine, I’m sure~” Smiling as a scarlet-haired stranger seemed to greet her on arrival, Miss Bellucci looked over the streetwise sports star image that the girl gave off as she introduced herself and had to enjoy what she saw, that tum show especially, even if it was rather a striking contrast to her own style. However, she more than understood the fact that people needed to own who they were, and as such, found it much more enjoyable to find a delicious form of difference that worked well over the dullness of repetition. Nothing was worse than a ‘samey’ vibe when it came to personal image. Looks like we’re getting our fill of pretty faces, huh~? That seeming true as more and more bodies seemed to pour into the locker room after her, each and every figure that stepped inside seemed to bring their own flair to the scenery which was something this sable siren could find sublime, and she quietly took a moment to enjoy the view around her. They all seem pretty friendly, don’t they~? Are they classmates? It seeming that she was the odd duck of the group given the fact that all the lovely ladies seemed familiar with each other aside from her, in all honesty Bianca hadn’t known exactly who to expect would be attending this event and as such was surprised when she realized that she seemed to be the only member of the second year here, but then she didn’t mind that. It felt like she was already overachieving being grouped with a bunch in the year above. And yet, even in a room full of eye candy one woman stands above it all, hm~? The ‘talent’ which had been assembled really rather impressive even to an eye as discerning as Miss Bellucci’s but one of their number seeming to stand above the rest with ease, though the perky and pretty assortment of her fellow students was certainly something which might have on any other occasion set her heart and mind ablaze, the black beauty honestly had trouble looking at any of them without wanting to return her attention toward the ravishing raven that was their custodian. “Heeheehee, good, and getting better and better with every lovely new arrival, I’d say~” Not wishing to let her interest be too obvious however and as such when Alisa asked how she was doing the sable siren opting to use the opportunity to flatter the group as a whole, while she certainly had plenty of interest in the diamond diva, the dazzling delight opted to downplay that a little bit, so as not to draw too much attention to the budding crush she had on the woman. That was their business alone, after all. “Oh my goodness, you are too kind to me, signora, too kind~” Still, that something of an effort to endure when she found herself being paid in praise by the figure she so admired, the lashes of the lass batted as she tried to appear modest in her reception of the compliments that she was offered by their luscious linguistic teacher, though honestly that was not really a skill which Bianca had learned with all that much sincerity. “Though the word ‘stunning’ certainly seems to fit us, from what I can see~? I can’t think of having any blossom more beautiful to offer the public than the lush ladies here~” Instead deciding that deflection might have been the better route to go down, especially when the redhead nearby seemed to start gushing over a soul who didn’t seem to be quite so sure of her obvious appeal as the rest of them, the mere chance to bathe in the bliss of such beautiful company seemed to bring out the poet in the Italian idol, and she hoped that the wings on her words would win her friends in a crowd from whom she could assign only a scant number of names to faces. “Heehehee, clearly UA has chosen the cream of the crop for this little endeavour~” For certain wanting to win more friendships than rivalries when it came to the treats that were the teens and teachers around her, though she was likely the youngest person in the room and certainly lacked in seniority when it came to any kind of pecking order when it came to her school, Miss Bellucci couldn’t help but show the strength of her skills in sociality as she engaged the room as a whole, and subtly seemed to seek control of the room as she did so. “All of us looking like the most glamorous and gorgeous of goddesses, as any heroine should, in my opinion~” Spreading her hands in a sweeping gesture as she stepped out into the middle of the group with grace and a grin upon her face, the ebony enchantress felt like she was stepping out with and amongst the elite of the new school she had joined, and wanted to leave a strong and sizeable first impression on all these women as a result. “I will say though, as the only second year here, I do feel I am at something of a disadvantage when it comes to familiarity with everyone but the vivacious Miss Vollain~? Perhaps you will indulge me with the favour of a round introductions~?” One who was never shy around strangers and each student here seeming like someone that the sable siren had yet to meet in any proper fashion, though from the sounds of the conversation it seemed like most of the rest of the ladies and lasses knew one another the newcomer would insist on getting to know the people she would be working with that little bit better, and hoped that at the very least it would help to settle the nerves of those around her. “I’m Bianca, Bianca Bellucci~ I’m from Milan, and I transferred here from Adler at the start of second year, and who might you fine ladies be~?” Perhaps also relishing the chance to highlight the facts that seemed to define her so strongly, Bianca might have been called a liar if she didn’t want to boast of the fact that she was from the fashion capital of the world and a designers daughter at that, but once more tried to be modest. After all, there was room on this stage for more than just her, wasn’t there? For the moment at least…
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Sept 19, 2020 14:59:57 GMT -4
She wouldn't have quite that much time to catch up with neither Bianca nor Yumi, for her classmates arrived soon enough: "Good evening, Ms Tachibana, Ms Sakamoto~... And right on schedule too.", greeted the sculptress, finally greeting the two, turning around as that long, lustrous dark hair fluttered about behind her. Thankfully, she'd already been caught off guard once by the two first arrivals, though that didn't stop her eyes scanning over the two and their respective choice of clothes, only to nod in approval as she crossed her arms, "You'd be correct indeed~... With so many beautiful models to choose from, our poor guests might have a hard time deciding who to start with~"
In the end, she could only look between each of her students and imagine on those few others yet to arrive. In her eyes, there were no stars of the show: Anybody who'd come here had just as much right to as all of the others, and she felt an equal measure of pride in each of them. She'd gotten to know Yumi and more recently Bianca out of class, but she admiration she showed her beloved students wasn't something she could rank. On the other hand, if only Alisa knew the abysmal impression Yumi had of her... There's an important difference between admiration and attraction, and thought she knew it might be difficult for a teenage girl to understand, she'd have certainly felt disappointed: "I suppose that's one way to put it~...", she added, flipping her hair gracefully as she nonetheless turned to the first student she met at the school, flashing her a confident smile, "...Seems to me like you don't need any help looking your best, you all seem to have that covered wonderfully." Ultimately, nothing quite surprised her as much as what Yumi said next. To think that after all these months knowing of her budding skill as model, even taking her along on a photoshoot, her spunky student would still find ways of surprising her, earning a raised brow from her tall teacher: "Ohooo, a model who doesn't like to wear a dress...? Now that's something that might end up on the magazine pages~", teased the teacher, already imagining quite a couple lines that could all too easily make headlines. But in the end, no matter how much she tried to downplay her own choice of wardrobe into something as plain as possible, one of the girls still had her eyes on her. Raising a hand over her mouth as a melodious giggle left her lips, "If you think so now, I can't imagine what you'll say when everyone's assembled." Indeed, Bianca too wouldn't have had to wait long, nor would Alisa for the reaction she yearned to see... It seemed almost surprising that she hadn't yet had the chance to introduce herself to so many of her classmates, but considering she was a Second year, it made sense she didn't get so much quality time with her Senpai. In the end, the sculptress stood quiet, brow raised as she watched each of the girls introducing themselves, folding her arms under her chest as she looked between each of them in turn.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Sept 19, 2020 17:06:25 GMT -4
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Two sentences. That was all it took for the redhead to mention her sponsors. Perhaps one day Emi would understand why anybody would take such pride in being piggy-backed to their goal, but until then… It was hard not to let the sourness show in her smile. Not as a downwards tilt that outright showed her disdain, but in its growth. Much too sweet to be prompted by neutral words alone, but not big enough to be a blatant show of disrespect.[break][break]
That was all Yumi would be getting right away, for the next arrival stole the spotlight away from her. Emi hadn’t remembered Rowan looking anywhere close to that mature, but the clothes, the corset, hair pinned into a bun… Very formal. No, classical. No, elegant. The girl stared. Her smile lessened. After a few seconds of analysing, a deep frown and a pair of raised eyebrows summed up her thoughts.[break][break]
Not bad. Not bad at all.[break][break]
Then there was the single face she struggled to recognise. That in itself piqued Emi’s interest. A girl that prided herself on knowing anybody that was anybody couldn’t help but wonder who she could have missed, and why they couldn’t seem to get through a sentence without showing somebody with compliments. Her gaze focused on the girl, silently judging as always, but she didn’t even get the chance to ask before the ravenette gave her answer. A second-year. Green and new to the scene.[break][break]
Golden eyes grew soft. A few years hadn’t been long enough for Emi to forget her attempts to muscle into a new crowd. Sure, most of her virtual connections had been formed through a keyboard or webcam, but the feelings weren’t all too different. A desperate need to feel accepted. Buttering up the mainstays in the hope that one day, she would join them. Needing to make a fabulous first impression, just to get on their good side. How could she knock a girl for that?[break][break]
She couldn’t. And so, as the junior and a go-getter amongst some very ambitious girls, Bianca Bellucci earned a pass. Emi would even forgive her apparently not knowing her name or face. “Not. A. Problem.” Of course, it fell to her to speak up first. A hand flopped up to touch her chest, right where her bodysuit met cloth. “The name’s Emi Ryoko Tachibana. 3-B. When I’m not hero-ing it up around and outside school, I’m building up my fanbase online. I stream on the weekends, and maybe on Thursdays if I’m feeling up to it. I make vlogs and put them on the Tube – really need to get to posting more of those now. You might remember seeing the big UA speech after Tokyo 5. Did not sleep that night, but I think it was worth it. Used to lend my talents to the school’s news club, when it was alive and kicking. Fun times.” It was hard to tell whether her smile was filled with pride or just plain smug.[break][break]
“Twatch, uTube, Instasnap, Tweeter – you’ll find me on all of those as @ryokoko. For now. I’m working on locking down @halo, but pretty much any four-letter word is in high demand on socials, so that might take a while…” A slight look of shock showed itself. “Oh. That’s my hero name, by the way. My quirk gives me control of sodium chloride. Works well for rescue or combat, but I’m leaning towards the first one at the moment. Feel free to ask questions, but I might have gone on long enough already.” A skill – or bad habit – picked up from streaming; filling dead air was practically second nature to her. Still, even she understood how off-putting a prattler could be, and so she slightly lowered her head, giving up the metaphorical stage. Yet another round of compliments, this time from their supervisor, was given a firm nod and little more as a result.
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Sept 23, 2020 12:29:54 GMT -4
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She still felt so silly, the idea that she was late while she had just been too early and now... was she the last one to arrive? It seemed that way and she had put so much effort in her outfit, she was actually glad that it did not go unnoticed. She wasn't sure how to react though to the woah from Yumi and the words from eh, she did not know the girl until Bianca introduced herself. But first it was Yumi who complimented her and she just blushed, brushed a strain of hair behind her ear and tried to be as casual about it as possible, but she did feel anything but casual. "Thank you, Yumi." She might have been earlier in ASTA then Yumi, she wasn't exactly sure but well Yumi was definitely better at being a model than Rowan was, she did not mind that. Funny enough because she was a very jealous person, nah Yumi was her friend and it was fun that she was here, made her a little more comfortable. She did not notice anything about the fact that Yumi took a picture of her as she simply looked at Bianca and Alisa as they spoke and had also no idea about the texting to the chat. Even if she would be active in the chat, she would be here and not looking at her phone, but also, Rowan barely used the U.A. chat, so that helped as well.
Maybe it was that she wasn't used to the words that Bianca used and she silently raised her eyebrow and then looked around to the others, noticing Emi's look and hopefully wondering if she wasn't the only one who thought it went a little far. She should see it from another perspective though, as that was what she was working on. Rather have a compliment than being punched into the ground with shitty comments, so in that way, this was nice. Assuming this was honest, and she should because she did not know the girl. Gosh, she should stop seeing the negative stuff in everything, this Bianca girl was nice so why not. Oh so she was a second year, she looked around cuz everyone looked so pretty, maybe Rowan herself should say that as well, but she just said not much anymore and looked around to see what was going on, listening to her teacher, and in the end to Emi. Just standing there, crossing her arms in front of her corset and nodding along. Right, she should introduce herself after this, had Yumi said something about, eh did not matter. So when Emi was done and looked a bit down, was she thinking it was bad to say so much? It was much, but was that a bad thing, "I like your look by the way Emi, looks really good on you." She wished she could pull that off, but she wouldn't be comfortable, one day she would wear something like a kimono or yukata but today wasn't that day.
"I am Sakamoto Rowan, nice to meet you by the way Bellucci-san. I am in 3-B as well." She used to be in A, so that would have made it a representative of every class, that would have been funny, but she did not mind that she swapped to 3-B where she had some friends. "I am not all that impressive as Emi or Yumi, I just work next to school and try to do some fun stuff, so I hope this is fun." What more to say? She really was this awkward now, wasn't she?
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Sept 24, 2020 8:28:53 GMT -4
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!"
In hindsight, it was rare for one Jasmine Noir to be so disorganized. Normally the girl had every minute of every hour of every day of every week planned to the letter, all in an attempt to streamline her success and growth, both as a person and a hero. Some found it obsessive but could rarely argue with her given her status as a powerhouse in the school, one who some thought was on equal footing with the pros. Today wasn't supposed to be any different. Jasmine was supposed to dedicate the morning to R and R. Kick back, relax and study before the physical training of the day came around the corner. Instead? Well...
Instead Jasmine spent the last ten or so minutes running around the dorm looking for Basil to get him to lend her a clothing iron. Afterwards, the lass spent a chaotically quick ten minutes trying to pick out an outfit from her rather... limited wardrobe. At this point the wolf could only find a few odd jobs here and there and without the financial support of Jaeger - support who she herself refused - splurging on more than the essentials was a big no-no. She had what she needed to live comfortably. In her eyes she didn't need more than that.
Clearly today proved that whole idea dead wrong.
"Fuck off!" She swore aloud angrily as she kicked her basketball across her own dorm room to make some space for herself to iron out the black tank she'd found. The girl couldn't even remember the last time she'd even bothered to look more than just presentable. Normally she'd just slip into an oversized hoodie and that'd be that, short-shorts or sweatpants and boots or sneakers, depending. Christ she didn't even have anything fancy to begin with.
It'd taken her a little while but the platinum blonde had managed to get an outfit together. She looked at herself in the mirror as she applied the minimum amount of eyeliner she'd need. Casual street wear was probably what suited her best given her personality, though she'd wager Yumi would argue she'd look great in a dress or whatever the hell else. Screw that. She might've been walking into what she considered a vanity fair but she sure as shit wasn't going to parade herself as anyone other than who she was.
Speaking of Yumi, "Damn you for sending me that pic..." Jasmine grumbled under her breath as she fixed the laces on her black converse sneakers. Few people knew that Jasmine and Rowan were starting to become a thing and she preferred it that way. For now, anyway. The fact that Yumi, of all people, knew about this budding relationship was a blessing disguised as a nightmare. Yes, she was happy she could bank on this opportunity to see Rowan looking absolutely fucking gorgeous, but at the same time she was going somewhere she never would've been caught dead in a million years under normal circumstances.
Whatever. Smile and wave, Jaz. It'll be worth it, she thought... yet was still unable to resist the urge to grab a hoodie despite herself, the sleeves of which she tied around her waist.
By the time she got to the place Jasmine had already been out of breath. She took a few moments to collect herself and her thoughts before entering the changing room of the gymnasium, as instructed by Yumi via DMs. Hand on the handle, in she went.
"Yo!" she said with a casual salute. "Jasmine Noir! My bad for being late, I-" the words died in her throat when emerald met lavender.
Oh... fuck... Jasmine's brows furrowed as she closed her eyes shut and coughed into her fist. A bright smile came over the wolf as she approached Rowan, took her hand, and begun to drag her out of the room, no questions asked. "Sorry girls, Imma borrow Rowan for a second! I'll bring her back in one piece, promise!"
"Looking great Yumi, Emi!" She yelled out as the two girls went out the door, "As do you two! Sorry, don't know your names!"
Jasmine didn't say anything after the door closed. Not a single goddamn word. Utter silence. A silence that might've disturbed and worried her raven haired peer as Jasmine guided her along a few hallways. That really wasn't Jasmine's intention, though. She'd always been someone whose actions spoke louder than her words and in this case, Jasmine had a lot to say.
When she deemed they were far enough to not be disturbed, Jasmine stopped and let go of Rowan's hand. She stood silent for a moment before turning back to her. The quickness which she used to corner her prey felt slick and blinding. Hands on Rowan's hips, their lips met for a sweet moment that Jasmine felt went by far too quickly. She stared into deep purple, cheeks slightly flushed as a smile spread across her face. She snickered.
"Where do you get off looking so damn delectable without including me?"
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Post by Chloe Crawford on Sept 25, 2020 17:18:55 GMT -4
Fancy us meeting like this~? ❝ Gosh, I wasn't even sure if I should come and now I'm running late… Really late! Chest rising and falling as she heaved for breath but gave herself no opportunity to catch it, Chloe Crawford skipped away from the door to her dorm in something of a hurry, and was in such a blushed rush right now that her face was very nearly as pink as the gorgeous gown she was currently wearing. I hope they're not too angry… Gosh these heels are hard to walk in! Falling behind simply because of how much she had underestimated the time it would take for her to decorate herself in her finery given how unaccustomed she was to dressing up in such a manner, and her inexperience in holding her gate atop stiletto heels, gone was the usual 'woven rope' of platted hair to trail behind her and in its place was a curling mane twisting tresses which flowed behind her fine and feminine form like a cape, bobbing just a little and dancing in the wind as she walked. Not that she had time to observe that fact right now. Modelling though, I'm not sure if I'm really suited to it but… Antonio said I should, and both sensei and mama thought that the experience would be good for me, right? She even sent this dress to me… Perhaps a little trapped inside her head and because of that lucky that she was here when the school was quiet and unlikely to crash into someone as she marched on as best she could, the mind of Miss Crawford was making a mile a minute look positively sedate as she looped around in mental circles of the prospect of the event she was heading to, and honestly still couldn't decide if she was making the best decision of her life or the biggest mistake. I just hope I look OK? I don't really have all that many clothes that would sit this kind of thing…? Reminded of the kind words she had received not least by her magnificent matriarch who had sent her what she called her most gorgeous and gracious gown all the way from their home in England as a treat for the girl with the green gaze on this day, the blushing brit looked down at herself as she weaved around the corridors and wondered if she was showing off a bit too much with the number she was wearing since she was so unused to dolling herself up, and prayed that she fitted in with the rest of the people there in some way, or at the very least didn't make a fool of herself. However, that was becoming harder than ever, it seemed. “Oh good heavens!” So very focused on her own image and keeping a hot-footed pace that she nearly ran right into not one but two people as she advanced at her briskest pace that her autopilot could provide, in all honesty Chloe hadn't expected to see anyone outside of the little meeting spot, and as such was stunned as she nearly ran into two young women she recognised from her own year as she scurried along. Though not as much as she was as she saw what they seemed to be up to. “I'm so, so sorry! I-I didn't mean to interrupt…” Ebony and ivory seeming to unite as one young woman with white hair seemed to be all over a figure with gorgeous dark waves and that sight enough to send the pink in the cheeks of the usually bubbly beauty all the way past red and almost into a shade which resembled puce instead, the interrupting ingénue felt really rather flustered to see what looked to be a couple getting rather fresh with one another, and honestly had to force herself to stop staring at the sight which she had blundered into. The spice inherent within it would probably more than her heart could take right now. Gosh, those two looked cosy, didn't they? Are they a couple or something? Shaking her skull from side to side once she had given an apology and then doing what she could the bypass the young lovers before trying to move on, a mix of curiosity and perhaps no small degree of excitement at the prospect of love made the issue flood her mind, and she couldn't help but cast her emerald eyes back to the duo before she disappeared from site, sharing a smile if she caught their attention before hooking around a corner or two in a hurry to meet her venue. Don't think about that now, Chloe! You've got bigger issues! Batting her lashes as she even felt a note of envy for the fact that she herself had been somewhat lacklustre when it came to her success in the matter of courtship and letting out something of a huff as she tried to blank the image out of her head, after a few more headshakes and far more importantly the appearance of the door to the locker room the delicate and dashing damsel found herself confronted with her destiny for the day, and that proved enough of a distraction for her to dismiss her interest. At least for the time being. “I'm so sorry, I got caught up! I hope I'm not too late…?” In such a rush that she practically exploded into the entryway before her and almost shouting as she did so, the heart of the would be heroine was racing both from the combination of her hurried manner and the sight she had just seen but she tried to offer her apologies despite this, and the breathlessness she was experiencing as well. “Y-You didn't start without me, did you…?” That latter fact something that she couldn't quite cope with however and the girl with the green gaze forced to rest her hands upon her thighs and heave for air a little as she bowed forward both because of her apology and the simple effort she needed to contain her momentum, Miss Crawford finally arrived in the locker room apparently last of all and hoped that she hadn't missed her chance. For all of her nervousness, this was probably going to be a day she wouldn't forget all that soon, after all…
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Sept 26, 2020 7:29:31 GMT -4
Yumi shot warm smiles at both Bianca and Alisa, both of them seeming to try and uplift and compliment those around them which she definitely appreciated. Yumi may have felt a little bad going off so hard when she'd seen Rowan show up but... well damn. She couldn't really put it any other way. She'd never really thought much of her schoolmate in that sense but seeing her all dressed up put her in a fresh light. Either that or she'd just matured a LOT since Yumi had last really taken her in like that which could definitely be possible given Rowan had never really been on her radar so to speak. She'd always thought she was dating that guy with the water quirk for some reason.
Trying not to get too distracted by her own thoughts, she let out a soft chuckle as Emi seemed to get excited talking about her twitch and her twitter and all that stuff. Yumi hadn't really updated her youtube account in ages but her cosplay blog was still going somewhat strong, modelling off the newest designs whenever she had them finished was always a nice break from the stricter realm of modelling for Asta. "Hey Emi I don't really do Twitch and all that but I could give your stuff a shot out if you like?" She'd offer with a warm smile, not saying much more than that. She had the vaguest impression from the UA chat Emi wouldn't like her trying to compare numbers, so just... an offer to help, that's all it was.
Her eyes lifted back up from Emi as Jaz arrived, lookin' damn stylish in their own choice of clothing. Well at least they'd made an effort if they were going to take part. "Heeyyyyy Jaz. Lookin' hella-" And she was gone, just like that, dragging Rowan off somewhere. Yumi nearly sputtered out into her hand but managed to restrain it to a light chuckle and a relieved breath, shaking her head in disbelief at what just happened. Jaz really didn't waste any time huh? She'd look around the other girls as Chloe arrived not soon after. "Oh don't worry about it hun!~ The more the merrier I'm sure, I think the people in there are still setting up the lights and all that. In fact..."
Yumi peeked her head through the door, from the looks of things they were all pretty much done, there was a guy sitting in a chair with a few others faced towards him, 2 more being brought in, probably from them seeing Jaz and Chloe rush into the place. "OOookay they'll probably be calling us in in a sec..." She eased the door back shut. "From the looks of things I think it's gonna be a group Q and A thing and then some photos? I havn't really done many group interviews but the only advice I can throw out is if you ever feel like a question isn't for you just let the person before you ramble on a bit. They're always a little pressed for time with these things.~"
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Sept 27, 2020 13:36:43 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile “Heeheehee, so we're in the presence of a bit of an online celebrity, huh~? The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure~” A smile spreading across her face as one of the new faces spoke up and mentioned the fact that they seemed to have all manner of media accounts, while her pretty face was already enough for Miss Bellucci to shoot her a smirk and a wink as she offered a hand to shake the fact that she had some kind of media brand got the ebony haired enchantress even more excited, and she couldn't help but wonder right then and there if she should offer to do a guest spot to better build her profile with the online community as well whilst she held her golden gaze on that which was shared by this pert pink peach in front of her. “Oh you do shout outs as well~? The talent in this room…” It seeming however that she was in a room flooded with an even larger number of 'greats' than she expected when Yumi spoke up as well, the jubilant junior felt her sense of excitement rising both because of her chance to meet folk who seemed in some way 'in the business' of celebrity, but also because their very existence encouraged her as well. “I'm going to need to raise my game to keep up with sempai like you two, aren't I~?” If these girls could become modest stars while studying heroics then so could she, and maybe if she played her cards right, then one day she might shine bigger and brighter than even these lovely ladies could as well. It was perhaps a selfish sense of ambition, but helped to galvanize the drive of the dazzling diva all the same. “Not at all, please believe me, you're the image of loveli-” Not everything about this sable siren wholly self-centred and in some ways her simple enjoyment of image something which could be twisted for good purpose on occasion, while she hadn't expected a gorgeous woman like this dark delight to be lacking for confidence when it came to her appearance Bianca quickly hopped to bolster her spirits with a sincere sense of appreciation, but unfortunately did not seem to get the chance to finish what she was saying before a whirlwind seemed to hit the room. What's going on here, huh~? Looks spicy, whatever it is~ An ivory haired woman that looked a little older than her seeming to explode into view with a face which didn't find its prettiness marred by the scar that ran down her cheek, though she had little reason to guess it the radiant raven's romantic optimism made her think there might be something sweet and special about the exit and it amused her, for a second at least. Until she remembered the words she had heard none too long ago. Wait, that silvery hair…? And that adamant attitude, just like her…? Remembering a day she had been atop a roof not too long ago and learned to some dismay that the mentor she had chosen had someone else in mind in the position her favourite student, though initially the Italian idol had found herself intrigued by the late addition to her group, though it took her a moment to join the dots between a mildly familiar name and the image she saw when she did so everything changed within the heart of the would be heroine. So she's be Mia's so called 'Partner', is she? Recalling all too readily how she had put her all into her 'interview' with the Red Horn and felt so dejected when the woman had been far happier to compliment a girl who wasn't there than the one who was, for a second the knuckles of Miss Bellucci tightened and her body tensed up as she realized she had run into someone with whom she felt like she now shared a one-sided sibling rivalry, and as such that sense of amusement turned to annoyance in an instant. That flaky floozy was her enemy, plain and simple. “Oh now, don't worry, as long as you plan to stay a while, of course! Seems people are coming and going right now like this is a train station at rush hour?” That personal feeling of disgust from the in and out element of the group perhaps not better exemplified than when another emerald eyed enchantress arrived at a delayed pace and yet met none of the hostility which Bianca would cast toward the harpy before her, though she still felt plenty of irritation and vented some with of that with a joke because of her feisty latin spirit, the girl with the golden gaze tried to be as warm and welcoming as she could to the new face and honestly found her a breath of fresh air really. “We were just introducing each other. I'm Bianca, and these are Yumi, Emi and I would any student be familiar with our gorgeous language teacher, Signora Vollan~! The other two are Rowan, and I think the other one called herself Jasmine…?” Certainly appreciating that flowing gown and the slim frame beneath it as well as the pretty face and gorgeous green irises that looked like a window into an ocean of emeralds, the black beauty flicked her long locks and offered a hand to this blushing newcomer as she gave out the names of the people around her, and lingered next to the girl to give her time to recover from the obvious rush she had been in to meet them. “Heeheehee, almost time for our big debut~” At the very least better able to move away from the outrage she felt at having to spend this time with a girl she hated like Jasmine when Yumi pointed out the fact that the event was about to start and how the plan was to go down, Miss Bellucci smiled and volatile spirit that she was felt her heart raving with excitement at finally making a big debut, and pushed her hands together as she waited for the event to begin in earnest. “I'm sure the women in the room will knock them all dead, we've definitely got UA's finest assembled, from what I can see~” Still happy to offer some words of encouragement to all of the women around her or at the very least almost all of them, the exception in that assumption rather obvious by this point, once she had done so the black beauty took a few steps forward to stand near the ravishing redhead who seemed to have taken charge of the event, wishing to be front and centre when things got underway so that she would hopefully steal the show. Everyone here was wonderful, well almost everyone, but she wanted to be the best of the best…
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Oct 6, 2020 14:16:00 GMT -4
There were many ways to go about achieving one's goals, some sought to rely on themselves alone, while others chose to seize whatever opportunities came her way. Despite her young age, Alisa had, at different times in her life, vouched for one above the other, but as she grew older, she came to see the merits in both. One should nurture one's strengths on their own as much as possible... At the same time certain opportunities come only once in a blue moon and should be explored to the fullest. In the end, the teacher merely stood back as she watched each and every one of her stunning students introducing themselves. She'd seen them around in class, even had the pleasure of getting to know some of them outside of them, and yet, the way they delivered that introduction said as much of their character as the clothes they clad themselves in, and Alisa couldn't help but admire it in turn. "The mere fact that you're here right now is impressive in its own right.", spoke the sculptress, reassuring her as much as she could, flashing her that warm, yet confident smile, making it all too clear she believed each and every last word from her lips, "...Not every student can put themselves out there much as you all are doing now~" Far more so than Emi, Yumi or Bianca, Rowan seemed prone to doubting herself, without having any real reason to. She shone as brightly as any of the other girls present, in her own way to boot. But in the end, none better than her girlfriend to boost her morale: "Good evening, Ms Noir, I assume you'll be joining the... Ara?" Alisa would assume she wouldn't need to introduce herself, after all, most students would have taken a foreign language class, and those that did would already know her. But the sight of the blonde student apologizing for not knowing their names had the sculptress raising a quizzical hand to her temple, scratching it softly before chuckling it off: "Seems like somebody hasn't taken a single foreign language class, hmmm~...?", quipped the tall teacher, raising a hand over her mouth, brushing her flowing dark hair behind her shoulder as her hand came to rest on her swell of her hip, cocking it to one side as she gave a proper introduction, "Well, for those of who haven't taken any of my literacy classes, I'm Alisa Vollan."
She spoke just as yet another one of her students showed up, fashionably late, but in the end the crystal woman merely smiled. It wasn't as though any of their guests had actually arrived yet: "And good evening to you as well, Ms. Crawford~", she greeted in turn, silently noting how the british belle seemed plagued by much the same lack of confidence as Rowan, to which Alisa merely winked as she giggled gracefully, "Wouldn't dream of it~" In the end, Alisa merely smiled as the ever outgoing Ms Bellucci took the introductions into her own hands, leaving the teacher to look at the time and confirm the event was indeed about to start. The interviewers would be here any minute, so whatever last minute pep talk anybody wanted to give, now would be the time. Yumi started out, and the older model pitched in in turn: "Not to mention, if the worst comes to pass you can always smile and calmly decline to comment. A girl's entitled to some mystery~", spoke the sculptress, nodding at Yumi's advice and adding her own two cents. Well, that particular tactic worked wonderfully for a cool beauty like herself, "Now, I'd ask you all if you're ready to make an impression... Though one needs only a single look at you to answer that~"
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