Classroom Hallways [ Open ]

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Characters: Kallen
Format: Prose or action. Whichever you feel comfortable with.
This log is: OPEN
Location: Friday afternoon during classes.
Warnings: N/A

Kallen wasn't exactly excited (as usual) to be here. Held hostage against her will...again. She stood in one of the hallways during lunch without much to do. The people in the classroom were too noisy and she just needed the banter to be reduced in order to think for the rest of the break. Between her fingers she slid a memory some start to finish and then back again. Kallen had three, but it dwindled down to one. She knew no one in her dorm in their right mind would steal from her (especially the guys since her an Gino's argument; not to mention she had been spending less and less time there). So considering the whole 'system' so to speak, Kallen had a good idea that they were taken away, not stolen.

"Guess this is your way of trying to make me fight."

Something didn't feel right in all of this. Why make everyone fight in order to get memories back? And on top of that, she still didn't feel like she was forgetting anything. Not until this morning.



{Feel free to notice that the top of Kallen's uniform looks wrong or off. Spoiler: she doesn't remember how to wear a bra, so yeah, she didn't wear one at all was too frustrated after fighting with it.}

Comments

[pinwheeling]

[Yuffie's a ninja on a mission. She's been searching high and low for her brother ever since her arrival, and petty things like sleep or classes aren't gonna stop her.

On her second sweep of this particular corridor, some chick standing around by herself catches her attention. As much as Yuffie'd love to succeed all by herself, surely it couldn't hurt to ask around a little... Maybe this person's been around a lot longer than she has, after all.]

Uhhm— hey! You, with the hair and the weird-looking boobs! I'm looking for somebody; can you help me?

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I'm sorry? [She has a name, use it. If not, don't call her out of her name.]

[pinwheeling]

I said, can you help me find somebody? Er.

[She scratches the back of her neck, looking, just for a moment, awkward.]

… Please?

[queenscheckmate]

And why exactly should I help you?

[pinwheeling]

Sheesh, rude! Haven't you ever heard of doing a good deed for a stranger in need?

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[She crosses her arms over her chest]

Yes, but people who are rude first, I can't say I do favors for.

[pinwheeling]

I wasn't being rude; I was being descriptive.

[Yuffie rocks back on her heels, hands planted against her hips.]

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There is nothing with them. Now what did you want?

[pinwheeling]

I'm lookin' for my little brother. That reckless magician wouldn't last five minutes without me, you know. He'd flip the wrong girl's skirt, and then wham, BAM!

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Magician?

[pinwheeling]

Yup! With smoke and mirrors and rainbow scarves.

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[Right...]

No. I haven't.

[pinwheeling]

Well, that sucks.

If you hear about or meet a kid called Kuroba Kaito, just lemme know, okay?

[queenscheckmate]

And you are?

[pinwheeling]

Yuffie! You?

[queenscheckmate]

Kallen.