Post by Midori Rin on Sept 4, 2011 22:37:28 GMT -5
OOC Name: Kristen
Character's Name: Midori Rin
Character's Age: 18
Gender: Female
Role-play Sample: The piercing sound of the school’s bell rang out, causing the class to jump up and rush out of the room, cutting the professor off mid-sentence. The teacher simply sighed as she watched half the class shove their way out of the door and turned to the remaining students. “Well, thank you for waiting to be dismissed. Have a good evening, everyone.”
Midori ran a pale hand through her rich toffee-colored curls, letting a content sigh escape from her pink lips. She got up from her seat and grabbed her books, stuffing whatever would fit into her bag, Hoisting it onto her shoulder she exited the classroom, stepping in rhythm with the rest of the girls that were set on arriving at the Third Music Room.
She shoved open the doors, giggling a bit as the familiar swirl of rose petals greeted her, and the Host Club showed themselves to her, dressed in another cosplay. Kyouya-senpai approached her, politely asking who she would like to see, though he already knew that the only host she ever requested was Takashi-kun.
“Mori-senpai, your regular customer has arrived,” He reported, turning to the tall third year who was conveniently passing by. The boy stopped to acknowledge her with a nod, gesturing towards the table where he and Honey were typically seated. Midori gladly took a seat between the two, as she usually did, and said, “Hi, Honey-senpai, Takashi-kun. How was your day?”
The smaller, lighter-haired boy opened his mouth to respond, which hardly surprised her. “We both had a nice day, thank you, and how was yours, Midori-chan?” He replied, clutching his pink bunny. The girl smiled and said hers was also well, before letting Honey turn back to the other girls at the table.
She never really spoke much when she was there; it had always been more easier for her to sit back and observe everything. She was what some would call a wallflower. But there was always one thing she liked to do when at the Host Club; be with Mori. She was aware of how obvious her crush on him was, and it embarrassed her to think he knew about her feelings, but he never pointed it out – whether he was being nice or just didn’t care at all, she didn’t know.
However, she liked to at least tell herself that she stood a chance, against all the other richer, prettier, more popular clients he had.
Secret Code: Daruma Doll Fell Over
Character's Name: Midori Rin
Character's Age: 18
Gender: Female
Role-play Sample: The piercing sound of the school’s bell rang out, causing the class to jump up and rush out of the room, cutting the professor off mid-sentence. The teacher simply sighed as she watched half the class shove their way out of the door and turned to the remaining students. “Well, thank you for waiting to be dismissed. Have a good evening, everyone.”
Midori ran a pale hand through her rich toffee-colored curls, letting a content sigh escape from her pink lips. She got up from her seat and grabbed her books, stuffing whatever would fit into her bag, Hoisting it onto her shoulder she exited the classroom, stepping in rhythm with the rest of the girls that were set on arriving at the Third Music Room.
She shoved open the doors, giggling a bit as the familiar swirl of rose petals greeted her, and the Host Club showed themselves to her, dressed in another cosplay. Kyouya-senpai approached her, politely asking who she would like to see, though he already knew that the only host she ever requested was Takashi-kun.
“Mori-senpai, your regular customer has arrived,” He reported, turning to the tall third year who was conveniently passing by. The boy stopped to acknowledge her with a nod, gesturing towards the table where he and Honey were typically seated. Midori gladly took a seat between the two, as she usually did, and said, “Hi, Honey-senpai, Takashi-kun. How was your day?”
The smaller, lighter-haired boy opened his mouth to respond, which hardly surprised her. “We both had a nice day, thank you, and how was yours, Midori-chan?” He replied, clutching his pink bunny. The girl smiled and said hers was also well, before letting Honey turn back to the other girls at the table.
She never really spoke much when she was there; it had always been more easier for her to sit back and observe everything. She was what some would call a wallflower. But there was always one thing she liked to do when at the Host Club; be with Mori. She was aware of how obvious her crush on him was, and it embarrassed her to think he knew about her feelings, but he never pointed it out – whether he was being nice or just didn’t care at all, she didn’t know.
However, she liked to at least tell herself that she stood a chance, against all the other richer, prettier, more popular clients he had.
Secret Code: Daruma Doll Fell Over
