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cuteponytail[This is Hilda's dream and, as such, it doesn't really make much sense.
The setting is an ample, clean, and well-lit room: a classroom, to be precise. The sound of a bell rings loud and clear, and the students begin to shuffle their belongings into their schoolbags, getting ready to leave.
Hilda's seat is towards the back and next to the window. This classroom seems to be the second floor. Outside the window, the afternoon sun illuminates a landscape where cherry blossoms are in bloom, dancing to the ground from the branches. Below, the front of the campus can be seen. Students are already leaving the building, some of them laughing and chasing after each other with cell phones and schoolbooks in hand.
Hilda, like the other girls in the second-floor classroom, is wearing a sailor-style uniform. Her skirt seems to be a little longer than the norm, and her ponytail is the same as ever. She seems to be wearing a certain special kind of socks, too. The boys are wearing blazers, some of them buttoned up, and some of them a bit more rebellious.
Hilda looks toward the girl behind her, a cheerful blonde classmate. Her eyes are green, and her hair is bobbed. They exchange some lighthearted dialogue about the sports club that both of them are in, the school's lacrosse team. Hilda's friend seems to think that practice has been going well lately, and that their upcoming match will definitely end with a victory. Both girls end up agreeing to do their best when the day comes, and part ways with determined nods and warm words like "bye-bye" and "see you tomorrow".
As Hilda walks out into the hallway, a boy with glasses and tight-fitting pants looks her way with a knife-like glare. He chastises her, saying one of her socks has slid down and looks sloppy. Uniforms should be worn neatly at all times, he insists.
Hilda seems to know that he's the president of the student council. Even so, she addresses him nonchalantly by his first name, which is apparently Cheren. She doesn't seem to agree with him about the seriousness of her offense. She suggests that he just give her a break for today, and offers a half-hearted appeal by claiming she lost her sock glue, anyway. He appears to have more to say, but Hilda laughs and walks along.
She shouldn't dally too long, anyway. She's made a loose promise to meet someone at the school gates today, to walk home together. She should check if that person is there.
That person could be you, or alternatively you could be anyone else in this little Japanese-style high-school heaven. A teacher or what have you, do whatever you want! i'll probably roll with it.]
(( ooc: I almost flipped a coin to decide whether to post this today or not since there's already a lot of dream world posts going on, but I figured to go ahead anyway. I don't mind if you come back and reply late to this though. just sayin'. ´w` ))
The setting is an ample, clean, and well-lit room: a classroom, to be precise. The sound of a bell rings loud and clear, and the students begin to shuffle their belongings into their schoolbags, getting ready to leave.
Hilda's seat is towards the back and next to the window. This classroom seems to be the second floor. Outside the window, the afternoon sun illuminates a landscape where cherry blossoms are in bloom, dancing to the ground from the branches. Below, the front of the campus can be seen. Students are already leaving the building, some of them laughing and chasing after each other with cell phones and schoolbooks in hand.
Hilda, like the other girls in the second-floor classroom, is wearing a sailor-style uniform. Her skirt seems to be a little longer than the norm, and her ponytail is the same as ever. She seems to be wearing a certain special kind of socks, too. The boys are wearing blazers, some of them buttoned up, and some of them a bit more rebellious.
Hilda looks toward the girl behind her, a cheerful blonde classmate. Her eyes are green, and her hair is bobbed. They exchange some lighthearted dialogue about the sports club that both of them are in, the school's lacrosse team. Hilda's friend seems to think that practice has been going well lately, and that their upcoming match will definitely end with a victory. Both girls end up agreeing to do their best when the day comes, and part ways with determined nods and warm words like "bye-bye" and "see you tomorrow".
As Hilda walks out into the hallway, a boy with glasses and tight-fitting pants looks her way with a knife-like glare. He chastises her, saying one of her socks has slid down and looks sloppy. Uniforms should be worn neatly at all times, he insists.
Hilda seems to know that he's the president of the student council. Even so, she addresses him nonchalantly by his first name, which is apparently Cheren. She doesn't seem to agree with him about the seriousness of her offense. She suggests that he just give her a break for today, and offers a half-hearted appeal by claiming she lost her sock glue, anyway. He appears to have more to say, but Hilda laughs and walks along.
She shouldn't dally too long, anyway. She's made a loose promise to meet someone at the school gates today, to walk home together. She should check if that person is there.
That person could be you, or alternatively you could be anyone else in this little Japanese-style high-school heaven. A teacher or what have you, do whatever you want! i'll probably roll with it.]
(( ooc: I almost flipped a coin to decide whether to post this today or not since there's already a lot of dream world posts going on, but I figured to go ahead anyway. I don't mind if you come back and reply late to this though. just sayin'. ´w` ))
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