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Characters: Tomoko Oashi - OpenTomoko's not new to fear. She feels it almost constantly, and she's feeling it now, her stomach twisting and turning. She's not a new student- she knows she's not a new student, she's been here for three years now. So why did they keep saying she was? Why was she on that train earlier? What kind of new, sick trick was this?
Format: prose, action, all the formats
This log is: open
Location: Starting in the Courtyard and then ALL AROUND.
Summary: Tomokowhips her hairfreaks out a little. And lurks around.
Warnings: She's so cute it will instantaneously make you vomit.
She keeps herself close to the shadows in the courtyard. If she stays out of the way, maybe, just maybe, she can stay out of the sight of those who might wish to harm her. And who knows? Maybe she might see a familiar face, or hear something that could be of use.
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As he's marching by, however, he can't help but flicker his eyes over the campus, searching. Looking for the girl he doesn't know but can only remember he's supposed to protect. Shishido-senpai's little sister...
She would be young, about middle school...
And speak of the devil, he just spotted someone wearing the middle school uniform. Tougyu stops in his tracks to stare at this girl. Hasn't he seen her before...?]
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Sherlock pauses on his way through the courtyard, tucking his hands into the pockets of a leather jacket that certainly has nothing to do with the school uniform, and raises his eyebrows slightly.
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She approaches towards the path of lone younger girl, to see if she can help somehow. She can't exactly seem to smile, but she's looking about as friendly as she can manage without her lips working right.
"Um, excuse me," she calls out.
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"Trying to sneak around like that just draws more attention to you," she stated matter-of-factly, perhaps a hint of amusement in her voice. But just a hint.
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