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disappear_npc (disappear_npc) wrote in disappear_plot,
@ 2009-07-15 22:22:00

School Trip, Day One. (Bus Ride, Eating Somewhere and Onsen)
Who: EVERYONE (npcs welcome)
What: Bus Ride, Eating, Onsen, Night 1 at hotel.
Where: ON A BUS
When: Late May
Why: We like trips.

Aomori-sensei was clearly not in the best of moods. He hadn't been for a while. Still, there was an air of excitement about the students who were assembling to get on the buses as they chose thier seat partners and talked. It wasn't every day that they went on a school trip. Very few of them had been paying much attention in the half-day of lessons before. Even Ishino-sensei looked the happiest she'd been since the incident.

She went through the lines of pupils, checking thier permission forms, while Aomori and Banno-sensei herded them into the coaches.

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mizushimanoriko
2009-08-08 06:25 am UTC (link)

Noriko looked up as Shin inclined his head toward the building, raising her brows. Well, it certainly looked fancy enough and she supposed it very well could be. It allowed smoking, after all. All bad asses and wealthy people smoked.

She, of course, was just bad ass.

"What if she lied to you?" she quizzed as she wandered in, holding open the door for Shin. "And what, your food tasting like smoke is that appealing?"

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playing_sandbag
2009-08-13 06:33 am UTC (link)

Giving a light shrug as he walked through the held-open door, he waited for Noriko to catch up before proceeding further into the establishment. Almost instantly, the smell of cigarette smoke and food assaulted his nose and were he to try harder he could almost distinguish the smell of his beloved dumplings. Glancing around, Shin spotted the bartender and a waiter chatting to a couple of customers that they must have been acquainted with. No one came to direct them to a table, and so Shin deducted that they must seat themselves.

"Table or booth?" he asked, before responding to her other question. "And a dumpling tasting like cigarette smoke is ridiculous, No-No. I smoke after I eat dumplings. It's like... well, like having a cigarette after sex."

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mizushimanoriko
2009-08-13 07:21 am UTC (link)

Noriko peered around, dark eyes moving from the bar to each table and booth before she paused beside Shin. She started moving toward a booth, not wanting to sit at a table and be so out in the open. She liked her privacy, especially at a place she was unfamiliar with.

"Almost as ridiculous as the idea of you having sex," she said as she slid into the booth, not looking at him as she pulled out her pack of cigarettes. Once the cigarette was lit, she looked up at him and flashed one of her sugar-coated smiles before looking over the menu.

"Mmm, I think I want omusubi..." she mused.

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playing_sandbag
2009-08-14 05:05 am UTC (link)

Shuffling after her, Shin sat down in the seat across from her. One hand reaching for the ash tray while the other dug for his pack, Shin noted in amusement how Noriko also wasted no time getting her own stick out. Great minds thought alike, it seemed.

"It wasn't that ridiculous," Shin said, looking all handsome and eloquent as he regally lit up his cigarette and stuck it into his mouth, looking very kingly as he did so. Like a majestic ruler looking over his kingdom, Shin surveyed the patrons of the room once again before settling back on Noriko. He watched as she read through the menu, making no move to pick one up for himself: he knew what he wanted.

"Sounds good," Shin said. Curling his hand into a fist and using it to prop his head up, he stared deep into Noriko's ~~soul~~ eyes. "So, No-No. What's new with you?"

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mizushimanoriko
2009-08-14 05:54 am UTC (link)

After she had finished deciding on what she had wanted, Noriko put the menu up before settling back against the booth seat. She raised a brow as Shin gazed at her, looking oh-so-serious. Moving the ash tray to the middle of the table, she flicked off the building ash before letting the cigarette rest between her slender fingers as she replied, "Oh, you know, just busy with my hectic social life. Balancing school and a job... Going out to the clubs, getting my freak on, having crazy orgies, the usual."

If one didn't know her well, they would have thought she was being serious. She took a drag of her cancer stick before letting it rest in her fingers once more.

"And you? Been busy being the lady killer that you are?"

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