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You woke up pretty early this this Monday morning and decided to head off to school. Taking a longer, scenic route you ran into one of your friends, Kamiko Yamamoto. Being the teeny-tiny thing that she is and tall, strong, beast-of-a-man you are you decided to carry her under your arm all the way to school. Of course the wee bundle of pure, unadulterated joy enjoyed every moment of it. Along the way you too added your best friend Souichi Akamatsu to your group.

The three of you (with Kamiko still under arm) made your way into Twilight Park and took a path leading to a tranquil little pond. After getting distracted by the most likely imaginary visage of a girl in its waters, it was brought to your attention that you had been chilling there much too long by the girl you carried. With urgency you awoke Souichi (who decided taking a nap would be a good idea) and made a mad dash to the school! After a strange mishap with a solid sheet of ice in the middle of one of the park’s open fields you safely made it on time! Dropping Kamiko back onto her feet, she began to run off on her merry way amidst the concerned students entering into the gates the same time as you. As she runs off, she yells at you to promise to carry her to school like that again sometime.

>Twitter:
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>Character List:
Coming Soon™

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>Promise for another ride sometime

“Yeah, yeah. I promise!” You call out to her as your little senpai dissappears in the crowd of students heading towards the school’s lockers. With an lazy wave that she probably wouldn’t be able to see, you too begin to make your way to the school building. Well, not that it was hard to carry her tiny body into school today it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea to perhaps do it again. It was fun (and cute) after all. It could be another great experience. While you consider telling her that this was a one-time deal to see her pout again.

The student's part from one another, forming a path for you and Souichi… Many of your peers begin to whisper amongst themselves about how the “Gold Lion of Onimaru” carried the headmaster’s daughter to school, or even speaking ill about your thuggishness as you pass. These are the usual murmurs you’ve dealt with on a daily basis from the majority of your time in the Onimaru schools. You even get some death glares from some scrubs you beat out of power, the lesser delinquents who thought they owned the place… apparently one of the bastards has a crush on your guys’ senpai from what you recall Souichi telling you.

Dammit. Why do they have to make a big scene about it? This is gonna be a tough trend to break if ya want to change your life like you wanted to.

>[1/3]

>badboy
...but Chitose is a girl's name?

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“Oye, Fangy.” You call out to Souichi to break some of the ‘silence’ and take your mind away from your -nearly royal- procession. You turn to him as he takes notice of you addressing him; he himself seemingly living it up, and waving like some sort of celebrity to your -adoring- crowd and flashign ‘V’ signs with his hands… how nice it would be to be so carefree like that… “The fuck was up wit’ that ice this mornin’? You scout out ‘the hood’ doncha? Iz’ere somethin’ goin’ on or somethin’?”

“Nah. That was just Le-” He cuts himself off suddenly as his eyes widen. Beads of sweat form on his brow as he shakes his head. “Lame! Like seriously! A pipe or something had to have burst, right?” He raises a finger as if to make a point. “Y’know, with all the tree coverage in the park, that shit doesn’t get as warm as the areas with direct sun and whatnot!”

He laughs weirdly as he twirls his finger around in circles.

“That’s not the first time I’ve seen ice form like that so suddenly. Don’t worry ‘bout it Chitose-sama!” He assures me as he speeds his pace slightly, so that he begins to take a lead.

“Oh! I’ve gotta go!” He calls out to me as he begins to jog forward. “Vickki-sensei said she needed my help this mornin! See ya later!” He waves as he disappears into the school… he even passes up his locker… suspicious.

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Anyway… now that both of your morning companions have taken their lead, you are once more left alone this morning. After reaching your locker, and retrieving your school shoes you are left with… wow. Looking at your phone’s clock, you still have fifteen minutes or so before the first bell. Damn! You must have FLEW through the park this morning.

Well. No sense in -only- receiving wary gazes from your fellow students by standing around the entry area… might as well do -something.-

>Go up to your classroom
>Get a last smoke in on the roof
>Wander the halls
>Other?

>>42719427
>>Go up to your classroom
We can grab a smoke at lunch.

>>42719427
>Go up to your classroom
We're trying to become respectable here.

>>42719427
>Go up to your classroom

>>42719377
Why yes. Yes it is.
Chitose has a girl's name.

>>42719427
>Go up to your classroom
Lets check in on the keeners, see how they do it.

>>42719427
Oh boy, this quest is up!
>Go up to your classroom. If you wanna be respectable, you gotta start somewhere.

>Go up to your classroom

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>Writing

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Alright then! With a deep inhale of fresh air, possibly what you needed you start off towards the classroom. You’ve hardly ever been -inside- the classroom with time to spare before the bell. It’s enough to get you excited! The sensation is close to how it feels when you got a big fight coming up, and you KNOW you’re just gonna cream the opposition. Faces ain’t the only thing you’re gonna be hitting from today onwards, for today is the day you HIT THE BOOKS!!

The first floor is devoted to the first years, staff offices, and the cafeteria so the first thing you head for is the staircase. After strolling right on up to the second floor you head right on down the hallway to your classroom. Once more, your path is clear as the student's part for you like the Red Sea did for Moses… well mostly. It seems that the pharaoh to your Moses is gonna tryin’ make it difficult for you today.

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“Hey yankii!” The voice belongs to your class’ rep, Taro Ono. His blue eyes are set into a scornful glare from between a part in his silver hair. Taro’s always disliked you for whatever reason, though despite how he tries to make your life a living hell with every breath he takes his sister is one of the nicest you’ve known. Taro’s might be the class rep, and have some of the highest test scores in the school you know he’s not a -complete- pushover in terms of strength; sitting just below Kamiko and yourself in the entire school.

“I hear you were causing trouble for the headmaster’s daughter!! How dare you show such a SHAMEFUL and OUTRAGEOUS display?!” He shouts loud enough that the ENTIRE damn hall can hear him, and further exaggerating his point by waving his hand around… he’s making an entire big-damn show about this… “Have you ever thought about how that looks on US?! Your classmates?! Do you even THINK before you act ‘Golden Lion of Onimaru’?! Or as the name says, are you still just some -beast?!”-

Damn he’s annoying…

>MOVE BITCH! GET OUT DA WAY! (Deck him)
>Tell him off (Suggestion how)
>Ignore him
>Taunt him
>Other?


>[2/2]

>>42720091
>Tell him off

"...are you done? I have studying to do."

>>42720091
>Ignore him
He isn't worth our time, just walk on out.

>>42720091
>Tell him off
"Are you finished making a scene? Are you done embarrassing yourself? Do you enjoy drama?"

>>42720091
>Tell him off (Suggestion how)
Looks on us, the fuck is this asshole on about?

>>42720661
It is the mentality that a single individual's actions account for the group's.

Basically, if one student does something bad it makes it look like the entire class is rotten.

T'is but a single mentality, but t'is the one that Taro seems to advocate. Few people actually agree with him.

>Writing

>>42720091
Damn. I'm too late.
Wanted to toss in a "You resort to insults fast. People'd probably like better if you didn't."

Damn this fool… if you waste much more time like this, you’re viable to miss out COMPLETELY on the reason you decided to come to class so early. Every second spent with this asswipe seems to make time feel like it’s slowed down… and with each second that time you spent to get here early feels even more wasted.

So damn irritating.

He’s always so damn irritating.

Your brow furrows slightly in frustration of Taro’s accusations, and it actually looks like he’s closed his mouth. Probably satisfied with his own handiwork. Smug bastard. But, it’s this lull in his onslaught of verbal abuse that gives you -just- enough time to speak yourself. Yeah. You came to study and learn! You came to better yourself today! Ain’t nothing he can say or do to impede your scholastic adventures!

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“Are ya finished making a damn fool of yerself? Doncha get embarrassed by makin’ scenes like this? Do you -enjoy- drama?” Your returning glare eases in intensity with a sigh. After all, you’ve done nothing wrong and in this situation -he’s- the dick. You calm your hotblooded ass down to think through the situation, and it seems to be paying off. Taro is stunned for the moment! He was probably expecting you to resort to violence or something to prove his point or something. You don’t know how exactly this guy’s head works, but you’re pretty sure that’s the reason.

“If ya don’t mind, -I’ve- gots studying ta do, unlike some peeps who like ta stand ‘round the hall and slinging insults first thing in the mornin’, Rep.” You wave him off as you relax your posture and go past him, and successfully enter into your classroom. For once the silence created by your peers feels amazing. It means you were successful in deescalating the situation. Maybe you can become a negotiator or cop or some shit!... well… probably not. You’re still pretty unsure to what you want to do, but that can wait a bit.

Babby steps. Babby steps.

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You enter into the front of the classroom as the hush of the hallway is gradually filled with whispers about your exploits and Taro’s own actions. He’s probably getting a bit of an earful right now. Serves the asshole right. You slide the door closed behind you, shutting out the denizens of the hallway from your studious sanctuary. Huh.

You scan the classroom to find it mostly empty. There are still some papers and books left open and written on some of the desks, but there’s only a single person in the room. Most everybody must have gone into the hall to see what the commotion was all about… nosey bastards.

Upon further examination of the remaining student, you see they’re a few sizes shorter than most other of your peers. They’re wearing a boy’s high school uniform, and… they have long, blonde hair? Another yankii? They turn around to face you, and you’re met with a pair of clear, blue eyes. No. They’re a foreigner… and… a kid?

Yeah. They’ve definitely got a younger look to their face, though their eyes seem to be quite sharp. They stand only about chest-height to you, and stand even shorter than Kamiko… they’ve -got- to be younger than you… and they definitely weren’t a part of your class since the term started… are they lost?

What do?

>Ask if they are lost
>Tell ‘em that this is the -high school-
>Ignore them
>Other?

>[3/3]

>Need to step away for a bit

>>42721505
>Ignore them
Sit down and study.
We're the studiest!

>>42721505
>>Ask if they are lost
Talk really slowly in-case they can't understand our accent.

>>42721505
>Ask if they are lost

>>42721505
>Other
Ask if they're a transfer student. Foreigners are weird.

>>42721505
>>Ask if they are lost

>>42721505
>>Ask if they are lost

>Writing

“Oye brat.” You start off as you casually make your way to the back of the room where your desk is, which incidentally is where the foreigner kid is standing around… they’re actually standing -right- next to your desk. Your words seem to make them furrow their brow slightly as your approach, but they do not seem at all intimidated by you coming nearer. Good. The last thing you needed was to scare a kid before class started.

“Br-at?” She repeats, her voice notably feminine… well, at least you think so, even for a kid. “Brat…” She repeats it once more under her breath, seemingly tasting the word, and uncertain to its meaning. Instead of repeating it a third time she looks you right in the eye, angling her head to look up at you before giving you a greeting.

“Good morning.” she says with ease. Her American accent is nearly unrecognizable, but still slightly there. A foreigner indeed. She nods at you in acknowledgment to accompany her verbal greeting. Even as you draw near and over to your desk, she’s yet to flinch. The kid seemingly has guts, or is too naive to veer away from a yankii like yourself… then again by stereotype you’re kinda acting like an American yourself. Violent, rude, and blonde. You’re possibly a welcome sight… you think?

>[1/3]

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“Whatever. Brat, ya los-” You stop mid-sentence as her brow furrows again and she tries to mouth your words silently… that’s right. You have an accent about you. She might understand Japanese, but she might not understand your badass accent. Shit. You’ve never thought about the way you spoke before. Why can’t everybody just speak grolious Japanese? Life would be much simpler if they did… no matter.

“Br-at. Are. Ya Lo-st. Or. So-m-thi-n’?” You slow your mouth’s pace… though, when you do it you find yourself coming off as taunting her like you do some of the more retarded thugs in the area. Does speaking slowly actually help other people understand things? They do it in the movies… so it must be so! “Th-is. Iz. Cla-ss. Roo-m. 2. B. DO. YOU. NEED. DI. RE. CTIO. N. S?!”

Just as she seems ready to sigh at your attempt to help her, the door slides open to reveal a friendly face.

>[2/3]

>>42723161
>thinks acting like a Yankee will scare the actual Yankee
God, we must seem like such a poser to her.
She should break out the MURRICA FUCK YEAH! at him sometime.

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“Chitose-kun, why are you yelling?” The overly-baggy sweater wearing chick asks you with a slight pout to her face. Her disheveled, dark hair seems to spring about with her movement as she closes the door behind her and approaches you and the foreigner; her . This girl always seems to be quite messy in appearance, and today you spot what differs from her and any other girl wearing her uniform: one of her stockings has drooped all the way from her thigh to her shin, one of her shoes in untied (Opposite side to the stocking), the buttons of her shirt are visibly uneven from her sweater, which is actually drooping off her left shoulder… on top of her usually messy head of hair. Yup. This is Tina Faith alright. You could recognize this walking, talking disaster a mile away.

How should we respond to the Tina?

>Act like we were bullying the kid
>Act like we don’t know nuthin’!
>The Troof
>Other?

>[3/3]

>>42723285
>The Troof

>>42723285
I was asking the kid if she was lost and she's too slow to understand me. It aggravated me.

>>42723285
>>The Troof
Trying to help the clueless gaijin

>>42723285
>The Troof
an nuttin' 'cept the troof.

>>42723285
>The Troof

"Think the brat's lost."

>Jesus, man, are you sure you're not Arch?

>>42723370
I've yet to nuke a post due to a typo or after realizing horrible grammar. So, sources point to no. Also, I'm not a tortle.

It's probably just my slow posting speed, the DreamSelfys, and my eternal dedication to the art of the Waifu.

>>42723285
>The Troof
Tryin'a help this kid get where she needs ta be

>>42723478
Now that you mention it, I haven't seen any idol crap either.

>>42723537
I think the idol gals are cute-as-fuck, but I cannot dedicate myself fully to them as I desire. Iroi is cute, but I'm part of the Miki Hoshii master race. Also in terms of being part of a more devout fanbase, I'm more of a 2hu person.

>Writing

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“Shit, Sweater-chick, I’s just tryin’a help out tha clueless gaijin-brat!” You make a gesture with your arm as you turn your body so you can better face both Tina and the young American. The American takes notice of Tina’s entrance, and her eyes beam with recognition; most likely because Tina speak’s the standardized, non-fun Japanese. “I’s just askin’ the brat if she was lost or somethin’, and she’s too fuckin’ slow to get what I’s sayin’!”

You sigh sharply with your explanation. “It pissed me off.”

Tina seems to float on closer towards the kid with a beaming smile on her face… oh no. Here it goes. The “Befriending Stage” that all life must suffer through once Tina lay eyes on them. While Tina maneuvers, and seemingly floats… you could swear her sweater is made of clouds sometimes, towards the foreigner, the kid is finally able to do something more than repeat your horribly slurred, butchered, and slanged up words.

“Oh. No. He’s not bullying me or being mean.” She shakes her naturally-blonde head to wave away any doubt that you were trying to verbally assault her… though, you know that Tina never thought that as well. There are few people who actually understand how helpful you try to be than Tina. She’s been kinda your outside line for the last few years to anything outside of being a thug, after all. “I just can not quite understand his… -unique- accent. I think he was-”

>[1/3]

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Her words are cut off as Tina finally reaches her, and wraps the little girl into her poofily-fluffy, sweater-covered arms and lifts her up into the air… slightly. Tina might be taller than the foreigner, but she’s still not all that tall. She’s a fair bit taller than Kamiko, however, which is more than enough height to lift the little blond girl up into the air.

“Oh my god! You’re -SO- cute!!” Tina squeals with excitement at having accomplished her “Friending Hug” maneuver. It should be a crime to enact so much physical contact onto another person… but then again you’re pretty sure if it was nobody could ever tell -this- particular girl no. With a look that expresses her full joy of meeting a new person, and one she has proclaimed as cute, she does a small twirl with the girl still wrapped in her arms. “Hi! My name is Tina! Tina Faith! What’s your name?!”

The small one seems somewhere between distraught and embarrassed as her polished shoes loosely kick around to try and find solid ground… her tiny feet find no purchase. It’s enough of a sight to make you shake your head, and almost reflexively reach into your pocket for a smoke… but you’ve enough sense about you to cancel that action.

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“D-Delilah! Delilah C. Jones! Now! If you would please let me back onto the floor!” She cries out in what sounds to be a -very- feminine voice… Yup. You’re now 100% sure that she’s a girl, rather than having the -slight- doubt she was just a feminine man… like in your little sister’s cartoons and comics. She’s a girl in boy’s clothing… a… reverse… dammit, what was the word now? Trap? Man… Americans are fuck-weird.

“Oh! Sure!” Tina exclaims as she gently sets D-D...Dalilama… C. Jounnzu down. Damn. In the little girl’s flustered state, she said her name in a full American accent… You can’t quite make heads or tails of what the fuck she said…. maybe it was “Jones”... probably. That sounds right… but the Dallilama bit is a bit confusing, however.

“Since we’re getting our nice, and friendly introductions in, has this -big scary- lug properly introduced himself yet?” Tina turns to you with a smile across her lips. You haven’t yet.

You turn to Delilah and…

>She don’t need to know who you are
>Big introduction
>Small Into
>Make something up
>Other?

>[3/3]

>>42724593
>>Other?
Say it normally


also my fucking sides

>>42724593
>>She don’t need to know who you are

>>42724593
>other
Try to properly enunciate using standard Japanese; we'll need it for our job interviews.

For those who care and/or take notice, both Tina and Delilah are actually both borrowed OCs, whom I've gotten both the creator/author's permission to use.

I did not create them all on my own like the rest of the characters (minus one other who will be Coming Soon™), but I'll be damned if I don't do my best to portray them as they are meant to be! They are and always have been part of the Yankii Reform world in my brain-meats, and as such cannot be separated from the world.

I'll post links to credit them at the end of thread.

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>Writing

Last Story Post.
Get your questions ready if ya have 'em!

>>42724593
>Small Into
>Other? (vertical shoulder slaps)

Fuck… yeah, she Japaneses just fine… apparently -you’re- the problem in the communication between the two of you… at least you hope she can at least -sorta- understand you, but as to make a better impression (as well as to practice up on it if you’re ever to attend a formal job interview) you decide to try and ease up on the thuggalicious nature of your accent.

“Yo... I’m Chitose Sonohara. Nice ‘ta-to. Nice to mee’chu-MEET you, Deli-brat.” You then proceed to raise an arm and lower it onto the young girl’s shoulder, patting a few times as a warm greeting. This is how normal people greet people, right? You did your best to use the common tongue, as you’ve seen many other do. It’s HARD once you’ve set yourself into using it for YEARS. You’re quite proud! You even used a part of her name! You never use people’s names! This is truly a victory for you.

Delilah smiles a bit awkwardly at your attempts at friendliness… Oh shit! You forgot the bow! Japanese people bow! So you throw in a light bow while you’re at it… it does nothing to change the little gaijin girl’s expression, but she returns the gesture. Score. You’re totally ready for society now!

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“Deli… brat?” She questions once more. The ‘brat’ portion seemingly -very- foreign to her tongue. You’re uncertain to how it could be so confusing. It’s only two syllables in your language, so logically it would have been one of the first words she learned when learning Japanese… right? Is that how it works? Fuck it. “What does ‘brat’ mean?”

“It mean’s ‘brat’. Fuck, I dunno. Like, lil’ shits like you, y’know?” You respond to her without thinking. You immediatly remember that she was having trouble understanding you. Dammit! Perhaps you’re -not- ready for society yet… oh well… Rome wasn’t built in a day… You’re about to correct yourself, and Tina also seems like she’s about to clarify when Delilah continues.

“Like lil’ shits… like me? It’s nothing bad? Right?” She seems to have understood you… perhaps by context. You’re still unsure to why she’s wearing a high school uniform, and here in the second year’s floor… but it -does- don on you that this wee, blonde, lass might actually be smart… shit… you -just might- get outsmarted by a kid.

“Well… not quite.” Tina continues, laughing a little uneasily. You’re unsure to why ‘brat’ could be taken badly. It’s just a descriptive word that means kid. All kids are basically brats. Ain’t no kids that weren’t a brat… except your little sister. She’s a fuckin’ angel. “I suppose it doesn’t mean anything bad, right Chitose-kun?”

>[2/3]

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“Fuck no. Y’know I ain’t gonna just toss out insults like some poser shit. I’s fuckin’ classy.” You proclaim by pounding your fist onto your chest.

“Do you actually understand -everything- he’s saying?” Delilah asks Tina who laughs at your show of manly chivalry.

“Ehehe… There are times where even -I- can’t fully understand him, but I know he means no harm by it. Right Chitose-kun?”

“Nah. That shit ain’t cool.” You state almost disgustedly at doing something so lame. Seiously. You ain’t no poser, punk-ass, bitch who doshes out the fuckin’ salt like some seaside scrub. You got a moral code to stick to, and part of that shit is judging people by how shitty and/or cool they are and have been to you and your friends… Delilah has not done -anything- to earn you any ire or scorn.

But the question still remains… the fuck she doin’ here? She’s still a kid, and it hasn’t been answered if she’s lost or not. Time to fix this shit by asking or someting…

>I didn’t get an answer. Are you lost?
>Let it go. Things will work themselves out.
>Other?

>[3/3]

>>42725519
>>I didn’t get an answer. Are you lost?

>>42725519
>I didn't get an answer...

>>42725519
>I didn’t get an answer. Are you lost?

>>42725519
>Let it go. Things will work themselves out.

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>Writing
I lied. One more.
Fuck. QMing -is- a drug.

>>42725829
You could just go all night....

>>42725519
>>I didn’t get an answer. Are you lost?

>>42725898
I actually cannot. I've stuffs to take care of this evening. I wish. I'd Quest you guys hard enough to crash you into the rolling morning... but alas, my shit is weak.

Also extra proof that I am not Arch, as I cannot into the dawn. I can into frequent, but not length.

>>42726021
S'all good boss

Yeah. You should probably bring things back to the beginning again. While it’s nice to know the blonde, crossdressing, foreigner girl has a name and can speak your language (almost arguably better than yourself), you -still- don’t know if she’s lost. You’re not about to let this one go! It’s sad when -you- need to be the BOOMING VOICE OF REASON because nobody else will be.

While Tina asks Delilah all manner of -trivial- things, like her age (13), favorite color (red & white), where she came from (America)... dammit Tina… you can’t just ask people where they came from…. you sigh…

“Oye~!” You call out to break up Tina’s little ritual of friendship making, causing her to want to learn EVERYTHING about a person. While your interjection might only temporarily save the little American girl from Tina’s friendship inquisition, it will serve to be at least long enough to allow some light to finally be shone up in this bitch.

>[1/4]

“You still ain’t answered me, Deli-brat… you lost or somthin’? This where yer ‘sposed to be?” You ask her, your brow furrowed in frustration of wanting to get through with this… you came here early to study, dammit. And all this friend-making is only stopping you from having a brighter and better future!... and she’s blocking you from your desk.

“No. I’m pretty sure this is the right place.” She digs into her her brief case… an interesting choice for a school bag, and retrieves a pristine-looking sheet of paper… damn son. There’s not a single wrinkle, tear, distortion, or even smudge on that shit… “This is the second year classroom, 2B, isn’t it?” She asks as she lifts the paper to your face… and sure enough they’re instructions to come to this classroom.

“Yes it is!” Tina happily chirps with a clap of her little, white fingers. “Does this mean you’re going to be our classmate?!” Oh no. Not this again… Tina lunges excitedly towards Delilah for another round of huggles, but by Delilah’s expression (as well as the pristine nature of her document) you’re inclined to reach your arm out and block her. You extend your arm out and leave your palm flat to hold back her advance by keeping her head from moving forward. She struggles momentarily against the might of your arm, an act she knows is futile. With a quick frenzy of exaggerated swipes of her sweater covered hands she gives up this pursuit.

>[2/4]

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“Yeah, you’s in the right place brat. Welcome to the class… I suppose. If ya need help, you’s can always count on me or Tina.” You respond, now knowing that she’s indeed your classmate. “The seats have been pretty assigned… but there are two near mine that’ve been empty.” You motion towards your desk, sitting at the very back of class with an open seat both in front of you and one to your right.

“Oh! You can sit next to me!” Tina cheers as she pulls Delilah by the arm to the desk in front of yours. You guess that’s where she’ll be sitting then, as Tina sits one seat forward from you, and one seat to the left… diagonal for whatever reason. You’re pretty sure it had to do with a couple of her other friends, though.

Delilah wearily takes her seat as the bell rings out. Dammit… got in early, but still didn’t have time to hit those books… at least it’s not like you -can’t- pay attention to class, though… hopefully.

The classroom floods with kids who too await their slice of standardized testing and learning… man it sounds sucky when you think of it like that… fuck it. WE LEARNING MODO NAO!!

Eventually your Homeroom Teacher makes his way into the room, and takes his place in front of the class at the whiteboard. Boris Pisuov… he’s always been a bit of a grouchy man towards you, but you’ve enough respect for him as he’s also shown you a fair bit of leeway in your delinquency… but damn if his lectures can’t get boring sometimes… all of the times.

>[3/4]

As he enters, the class does ther trained ritual of standing, bowing, and sitting before he continues. He turn and the begins to write on the board Delilah C. Jones, both in the english alphabet, as well as the katakana. Oh. So -that’s- her name. His pops the top back onto the marker he used as he turns around to face the class. His grouchy old-man glare ever apparent on his face, further accented by his short beard and mustache. He stands at attention as though a commander before his troops… you’re still damn sure the dude served some hard military time with how much apparent sand is up his ass sometimes.

“Please greet the new face among us, Delilah C. Jones.” He motions towards Delilah, seemingly easilly able to pick her out from the rest of the class. “She recently moved here to live with her brother, who’s doing political work here in Eternal Diamond City. You will give her any help if she needs it, and will make her feel welcome to our school.” He demands of the class, glaring at anybody who dare take his words lightly… like you, who simply roll your eyes at him. Like you needed the ‘teach’ to tell you to ‘play nice’ with the little gaijin girl.

“Once you’ve gotten your introductions in order, we can begin homeroom. You’ve got-” He looks over to the clock in the room. “Fifteen minutes. Ono-kun.” He turns his attention to the class rep… who actually looks a bit more pissy than usual… he probably got teased quite a bit from his show this morning. Serves the dick right.

“Please take morning attendance while I prepare for the morning’s class.”

“Understood, sensei.”

>[4/4]

Alright, that's all for this thread.

Thanks for playing!

I’ll be able to answer a few questions here before I head off if ya got them.

>>42726767
Thanks for running boss see ya next time.

>>42726767
The class rep is going to mark us absent despite us being here isn't he?

So how crazy does the mini-genius think this school is?

>>42726767
Thanks for running.

>>4272678
>>42726968
You are most welcome, Anomalous vassals!

>>42726791
She thinks that Tina is pretty weird... but very nice. Weird in a good way.

She knows what a yankii is. She just isn't afraid because she's used to dealing with thugs. She's a DC chick.


That brings it to an end.
Once more, thanks you’s guys for playing.
I’ll see ya on Monday morning with another installment of Yankii Reform Quest.

Same Yankii place.
Same Yankii time.

>Twitter sheet link:
https://twitter.com/Lord_Grimsley

>Further Q&A, as well as my Yankii Reform artfagging:
http://lord-grimsley.tumblr.com/


>Following is the credits for Tina and Delilah for interested parties:
Tina Faith is permissibly borrowed by:
https://plus.google.com/u/0/111597675076603315587/posts

Delilah C. Jones is permissibly borrowed by:
https://plus.google.com/u/0/+DelilahCJones/posts