Panic at the Playground [INV]

Gross! Beneath the hazy sphere within the sky, a collection of students traveled in two teams, one opposing the other in attempting to control the ball and the basketball courtyard—A great stress reliever! Passed between the mixture of students, there was a total of twelve students, majority were male with two woman choosing to play and with that in mind. Captured within an ebony haired female’ hands, the basketball was tossed in a jump straight for the opposing team’s hoop and as soon as the ball came close, it had been rejected by hitting the loop and leaving the female panting, covered in sweat and in disappointment. A smirk or five painted the lips of those opposing, there was a little sexism in the sport, which was quite fine.

“You are an idiot, Lissa.” Dull in tone, the feminine voice of a friend called out to the distress ebony haired female, who seemed to be named Lissa. Following up with the basketball, pink strings fluttered in the breeze produced by her movement and with a leap to catch, Sayuri with her right hand smacked the bottom of the ball and launched it right back up, into the hoop. Hitting against the glass painted square and allowing it to score.

“Match!” Holding a white board in hand with some black marks upon it, a male student extended his hand with a market and pointed to his right, awhile looking to his left. “Black tops win!” He shouted. It was white tops versus black tops.

After the event? That display? Sayuri, the pink haired female with ruby hues softening into a gentler pink, buried her face into a cloth and cleaned her face from any of the sweat—“I will meet you inside.” Sayuri spoke devoid from any compassion to her friend Lissa. Her head turning to look in the direction of a new student, Inazuma, who had a hollow in hand it seemed, but Sayuri was smart enough not to make it seem like she noticed it. “I was told to introduce myself to the Inazuma. One of her teacher said she may have a hard time.” Sayuri explained, moving to walk to the female.

Bee-lining over the yard, one that seemed to be covered with a few male students getting ready to play another game, her pink gaze fell upon Shiro who seemed to be speaking to someone through a device. Ah, a heaven made device. A few female students nearby seemed to be whispering a few interesting words, such as the status of Shiro and her transfer, girls being petty.  “Excuse me.” Sayuri said with a gentleness to her tone, despite being empty in emotion. She tried not to seem standoffish. Stopping a good five feet from Shiro, ensuring her personal space and all. She removed the cloth from her forehead and pressed it into her cheek. “You are Shiro, no?” She questioned.

Offering a bit of conversation to spare Shiro, her gaze looked to her right, straight at the four girls that seemed to be talking behind their hands and it was with Sayuri' icy stare that they choose to shut up, averting their gaze from Shiro and proceeded to walk away, stiffened and seemingly scared. 'what a freak...' they whispered in depart. Those words aimed to Sayuri, than ever to Shiro.

“Mmm.” She sighed softly, being the only real expression she had.

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Tugging at a corner of her lip, there was a gentle lift—She was humored for a moment. Was it due to the lizard believing school to be a food or was it Shiro speaking about classes? Nonetheless, it was a more human expression that almost revealed itself upon her neutral-reversed face. “The world is a stage and the school is a dress.” Sayuri explained to Shiro. Offering a bit of advice, one could say. “It is something that makes people like us look quite good, if we choose to don it and waste our time doing the makeup.” Relating to the two, school was nothing more than a flavor to the world in her mind, and yes, makeup meant homework. Creativity allowed knowing a bit more when someone choose to take the effort in the library, but when someone choose to take the dance in class, they would always be met with limited knowledge or a repeat on things they were taught in middle school.

It was refreshing to know Shiro seemed to explore her options. As much as Sayuri wanted to state there was no need to worry for her, she’d be addressing the hollow creature and speaking of that lizard. She’d hope it’ll hide within the girl’s hair, it’ll be easier to hide and some wouldn’t been that aware to sense it. However, yes. The pink haired female did have an unique feel to her, much like other Fullbringers, she had a hollow taint to her and it seemed to embrace her more than the normal at that.

“Ah. Yes.” She agreed with Shiro. Her attention turning to look behind her, it was basically a ghost yard at this point. Pivoting on her right heel, she swayed to the right and began to walk with a brisk pace, quite in a haste. At least, until she realized she did invite Shiro with her and choose to slow down in a moderate pace. She walked with too much direction sometimes. “Our next class is theater arts.” She stated, peeking over her shoulder as her right hand extended to pull the door open. With a gesture, she wanted Shiro to enter first. How nice.

“Due to your transfer, they choose to give you theater and hoped it wouldn’t be too much of an issue.” She explained the details—How did she know those? The hallway was quite empty too. It seemed more people were in the changing rooms or already moving to their class. Or maybe, Sayuri choose the more quiet and peaceful route.

“If it is. I can request another class transfer for you.” Oh yes, she made it sound that easy.

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