(Student)
SHSL Mafioso
(Year 3rd)
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Post by Siyon Zakarra on Nov 30, 2016 18:18:34 GMT
SIYON ZAKARRA
SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL MAFIOSO The rather short girl stood in the center of the gym and, despite her height, radiated an aura of power. Her striking yellow eyes gazed a hard gaze and she moved her long blue hair out of her face before folding her arms. She was early. Having previously organized a meeting with her friend, Kikuyu Suenami, Siyon Zakarra had arrived early. Why? Because Kikuyu was always perfectly on time and just this once, Siyon needed to come before Kikuyu.
She hadn't told the Seamstress why she wanted her to come to the gym today, but Kikuyu never questioned her. It used to be because she was scared of the Mafioso, but now, it was simply a matter of respect. Respect that Siyon intended to return in full. As she stood there, waiting for the Seamstess to arrive, her mind kept wandering to when they had first met. It seemed like quite a while ago, that first year at Hope's Peak, and in Siyon's case, three years was quite a long time. In the Corvina group, which she had spent her life in, most people were lucky to last a month. It was a dangerous profession, Siyon knew, but she couldn't just leave her birthplace. The tattoo on her left arm was proof of that.
When the Mafioso had first arrived at Hope's Peak, she had tried to hide who she really was. In fact, she still wore bandages around her tattoo, but that was mostly to prevent people from getting scared of her too quickly. Siyon didn't mind being feared, but she didn't want to destroy any first impressions. Kikuyu had been shy and secluded when she first arrived, but then again, she was still shy and secluded.
That was one of the reasons why Siyon had called Kikuyu here. She had made it one of her goals to make Kikuyu open up more, even just a little and this was all just a part of it.
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(Student)
SHSL Seamstress
(Year 3)
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Post by Kikuyu Suenami on Dec 1, 2016 20:16:11 GMT
KIKUYU SUENAMI
SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL SEAMSTRESS 
| Kikuyu Suenami slowly wandered the halls of the school, taking her time as she made her way to the meeting spot. Siyon had called her earlier to apparently meet in the gym and, of course, Kikuyu hadn't questioned her or given it a second thought. The Mafioso did that a lot and Kikuyu had pretty much gotten used to it by now. She wondered a bit why Siyon wanted to talk to her this time and why specifically the gym. There wouldn't be many people there right now, as it was around lunch time and if Siyon wanted privacy, could she had just invited the Seamstress to her room?
Kikuyu shrugged slightly to herself, having made it to the small room in between the first floor hall and the gym and, pulling out her phone briefly to check the time, stopped there. She was early, so she might as well kill some time by looking over the various trophies and artifacts once again. Her gaze settled on one specific trophy that had been awarding for a dance tournament and Kikuyu felt a pang of sadness. This sadness, though, was quickly replaced by hope. If there was a Super High School Level Dancer, maybe Kikuyu could find them and watch them dance.
Her mind drifted back into the past. To when her father used to take her to dances. How was her father now, she wondered. Ever since Kikuyu's mother had died, her father had taken a large hiatus from dancing and only recently started up again when Kikuyu got her acceptance letter to Hope's Peak Academy. He had been really supportive, but the Seamstress knew that he was hurt inside from having to part with his daughter. But how happy would he be to find out that Kikuyu had made a friend in Siyon Zakarra? Well, so long as Kikuyu didn't mention that Siyon's talent was being a mafioso, he would probably be proud. When Kikuyu saw her father again, she'd have to tell him. Or at least write a letter home.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Kikuyu checked the time again. It was about the right time and, so, she opened the doors to the gym. Inside, she saw Siyon standing in the center of the gym, the breeze coming from the door blowing her deep blue hair backwards. Siyon was sure early, Kikuyu realized and she spoke up, "S-S-Siyon...? What d-did you w-want?" Kikuyu was happy to see the Mafioso, but the determined expression on Siyon's face scared her a little. Just what did she have planned?
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