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Karl Heinz and his wives, and Richter are not available for application by the gen public. They will be written by admins or admin upon request. Any and all outside of the boys will be up for interaction for personal plot advancement upon request.
» Clara has her hand on the railing of the train station, she was on her way to Ryoutei Academy. She felt nervous and scared in the train with so many people around. She felt that every little thing she did, it would embarrass her in numerous ways, and it would be in front of dozens of people.
Clara gulped down her fear, trying to act like her hair isn’t heavy with sweat. A man’s voice came on with a bit of static through the speakers, announcing the train would come to a stop soon at this location. Clara drew her eyes at a piece of crumpled paper that’s written with directions to Ryoutei Academy. She checked it ten times, back to back, and she was completely sure of herself that she would get to the school in no time.
Clara walked the rest of the remaining distance between the train station and the school. Her eyes were drawn to seeing groups of students wearing her school’s uniform. From a distance she followed the groups. She began analyzing the school; the building was massive, trees and bushes being perfectly aligned and trimmed evenly. Gazing in awe at the school, a feeling of giddiness whelmed inside, Clara figured that if the school was this huge, it shouldn’t be so crowded.
Reaching her destination to the gate and walking in with all the other students, Clara looked at her baby blue watch that said 8 o’clock am. Figuring out that with half an hour of free time, she can take the time to explore the school and try navigating her way around so she won’t trouble the person that may be guiding her around the campus.
While looking around, she saw students behind stands; all of them were named differently. It clicked in her head that the stands were the names of clubs; clubs of all kinds that are appealing to her. This could be a good opportunity to do something differently for Clara. Taking a look at a stand called the “Art Club”, she saw portraits of brilliant designs and expertise. However, Clara knows she couldn’t measure up to such a level of art. Facing towards her left, she saw the “Garden Club”; she does enjoy having plants around now that she thought about it, but she knew that being outside in the hot sun wouldn’t be her idea of fun.
Making a shrug, Clara continued walking pass the clubs. Some were giving her flyers, most didn’t approach her and others seemed like they didn’t care and wanted to be somewhere else. Suddenly, she bumped into another student, bowing, apologizing and claiming it to be her fault. The female student formed a smile, saying it’s alright, and after a small exchange of words, Clara was given a flyer that’s full of bright colors, cute little animals, and having the words “Home Ec”. Clara looked at it, giving the other student a smile and thanking her. The student walked off after and Clara began looking at the flyer, this time longer and more intensely.
"Thank you, I will consider your offer," and, "Sure, I will consider about it," were the two sentences that came out pretty often from Karen's mouth that day. There were some students that were giving out flyers to other students including Karen. Around her, there were named stands with students behind them—looking at the stands' names reminded her of what one of her senior said to her a few days before.
That day was a Club Day. No wonder she was given a few flyers as she walked past the stands—not all of them, though. There are some that did not approach and give her any flyer unless she stopped by their stand and pick up one from the rack, as well as some who did not care if someone was interested in joining their club. Fortunately, the ones Karen had an interest in gave her a flyer to read and consider.
As she finished reading a flyer from the Japanese Culture Club, someone patted her right shoulder from behind, making her turn around to see who it was. A young blonde male was there with a bunch of flyers in his hand, smiling at her.
"Yo, Renpii, I see you've got some flyers already? Are you considering to join a club?" asked the boy to which Karen replied with a smile, "Why, hello, Mark. Yes, and I'm considering joining one."
"Oh, then please consider joining my club," said the boy as he handed out a flyer to Karen. But before Karen could respond, the blonde male suddenly made a face and thrusted all the flyers in his hand to Karen's hands. "U-uh, I think need to go to the toilet—would you please help me distribute these flyers while I'm away? Thank you!"
"W-wait a minute! Mark!"
The violet-eyed girl wanted to protest, but the boy had already ran away and disappeared before she could say anything, leaving her alone with the bunch of flyers. Clicking her tongue once, the violet-haired then took a look at one of the flyers the blonde male gave her. There was a picture of a girl holding a camera in the background, stylized photographic film with some good-looking photos on it, and the words 'Photography Club'. For a moment Karen continued to read what was written on that flyer and once she finished, she let out a small sigh. She was already considering about joining a club, but then she was given though choices. There were Home Economics Club and Japanese Culture Club—and now the Photography Club. It would be nice if she could join all of them, but Karen was not sure if she could manage everything well since she was already busy with school and her job.
Perhaps I'll give them another thought later and then decide which club I'm going to join...
Sighing once again, Karen looked around at the crowds. So many people—some were already familiar, some were not. The girl began approaching them one by one, handing out the flyers in her hands. She did not speak much, however, to avoid people asking her about the Photography Club. She was not a member of that club—at least, not yet. She just gave them a flyer, then smiled and walked off—until she saw an unfamiliar blonde girl who seemed busy looking at a flyer.
"Uhm, excuse me, Miss," said Karen with a smile before holding out one of the Photography Club flyers in her hand. As she waited for the girl to respond, she glanced at the flyer the girl was looking at.
Is it worth the journey or do I let my heart settle here
Clara was excited to consider Home Economics as the club of her choice. In her intense state of looking at the flyer she heard a sweet voice, Clara looked up at the female student, holding up the flyer to her. Clara looked at the flyer and read outloud.
“Photography Club, huh?” Clara never had an eye for when taking pictures, most of the pictures she ever took always turned out a complete disasters. Clara felt rude for standing there and not even taking the flyer. Clara scrambled to grab a hold of the photography club flyer.
“S-sorry, I’m kinda new here, I guess you can say I’m a little shy.” Clara nervously scratched the back of her head, It was something she always did, any emotion she felt, she always did a look or an action that always properly conveyed how her emotional state was. It was clear that Clara wore her emotions on her sleeve.
“So Photography Club? You good with a camera I assume? I can’t even take a selfie without it looking like I’m a hideous monster. I think it's because of my hair” Clara’s hair was the type of hair that looked like she got out straight from her bed. “O-oh right where are my manners?” Clara laughed. “M-my name is Clara Robinson, You can call me Clara, I know we aren’t properly friends y-yet, s-so….uh…” Clara was always the type who was socially awkward to new people, she new she couldn’t really connect with the modern people today, unless they were also brought up in a military base. Clara started sweating, her hands clammy, and then she pointed straight at the female students ribbon around part of her head and yelled.
“YOU HAVE AN ADORABLE RIBBON!” Clara covered up her mouth. Other students looked over at Clara like she was a crazy person, some students were worried if the person she was talking to was in danger.
