LOU 001.

May. 29th, 2010 12:13 pm
[identity profile] inktheflesh.livejournal.com
[ Crazy situations like these are nothing but routine for Lou, yet she had to admit she had never been in a place quite like this. The technology wasn't that different from the one back in her world, even if a little bit less advanced, although the difference was nearly unnoticeable for her - after all, she has never been quite in touch with technology.

As a very independent (and stubborn) person, Lou likes doing everything by herself and so she has been giving herself a tour around the Garden. She peeked in the Training Center, but ended up slowly backing away when she saw a enormous dinosaur stomping around and currently, the tattooed girl was checking out schedules and classes, sitting on one of the benches of the hall, leaning her chin on one hand.

She had no idea what she was reading, though.


May. 28th, 2010 09:36 pm
[identity profile] rebeliune.livejournal.com
[ Here's a Lightning, walking - more like marching - her way down the circular path of the first floor, her destination in mind being the 2nd Floor. Her stride is brisk and long, the red cape of her attire flowing in her wake, and if one notices, there's a small frown on her face. The reason for this face? Why, it's mission time! ]

Bullying... Hn.

[ In a way, taking on this Mission (2) was more Snow's thing... But Lightning also isn't very lenient about bullying, so if anyone wants to join her for whatever reason, feel free! ]

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May. 27th, 2010 08:15 am
[identity profile] swordbitch.livejournal.com
Any way to change sponsorships? I'd rather not be in Ruby any more if that Delacreaux person is rather fond of it.

[Because she knows Ruby people might start flaunting, and there might be fights and she's not interested in being part of it.]

[ooc: Not meant to be taken too seriously, loves. She's just complaining. ... as usual.]
[identity profile] shops-a-lot.livejournal.com
Looking for a sparring partner? A chance to practice fighting people rather than monsters in the training center? Maybe a few pointers for self defense techniques that aren't being taught in class? Look no further!

Fight Club is here!

Thanks to the Headmaster, there's going to be an area in the training center cleared away and sectioned off for Fight Club meetings.

We still need a SeeD who's willing to supervise and keep the creatures in the training center from disrupting the matches, so anyone who's interested, please let me know here. Also, um, Commander Leonhart? If you've got any recommendations, I'd love to hear them.

As head of Fight Club, I'll also be the referee so that things don't get out of hand.

Just to keep it from getting too crowded in there, I'm going to ask that people don't come watch unless they're joining the club and are hoping to learn something.

Well, that's it for now! If you've got any questions, ask them here or come find me around the Garden.
[identity profile] roadrolling.livejournal.com
[After taking Luka's advice, Rin has written a short essay and then... posted it. With the translators help, of course. Forgive how it's badly written, for the English class is clearly not finished and she doesn't understand run on sentences and the like. At 16:30 anyone is free to see Rin hovering over her translator's shoulder in the Library, half-whispering the words so that it'll be written just right.]

TITLE: Discrimination of the Junior Cadets in this Garden.

I do believe, fellow Cadets, that there is a serious problem at hand! Those of us considered under age are also seen as unable to complete duties that the older Cadets are handed so easily. This, I believe, is unfair! So I have written an essay. An essay about equality between all students, young or old! About giving us the chances that the others are given and we are not. Like flying the Garden! And other things. Don't let us forget the Disciplinary Committee and its leader. That guy. You know the one I'm talking about. Tall, blond, rude, smells bad.

So we'll start easy. Clubs and Committees. Older students have not been given a second look when joining any of these, and are handed the responsibilities without question. If a younger student were to ask for the same privileges, would they be given the chance? I think not! They would be judged, and all immediately assume that because we're young and/or small, we can't do the job! But this is absolutely incorrect! I know I could do just what the older students do, and I bet twice as better because I'm smaller and lighter. The more difficult things like going in high places or small spaces, could the older students do this? No, but I could! Ask the younger students to help! You don't know what we're capable of without letting us try!

Imagine trying to hang up special lights for the Garden Festival, but you choose an older student to climb up the ladder. Then they fall! They fall, they break a leg, and they blame you. This would be terrible. But what if you chose me, or another young student? Why, we would have it done as quick as butter, and if we got hurt we would heal quickly because we're kids, and that's just what we do. That Disciplinary Committee can't be taken seriously with all sour faced adults! Nobody will trust them without a cute face around to look at. Take this into consideration!

So rethink your choice when choosing one of the other simply because of age.

However, when it comes to piloting the Garden, I understand that you need someone with experience. What if I told you I have spent a lot of time playing video games in which I pilot a plane? That's experience! And who ever learns it right off the bat? I think, if you start a piloting class, you could have plenty of pilots available in order to give the others rest. One person doing the flying all the time has to be tiring, and without anybody to take up the slack it's just troublesome and it'll definitely get old. Not to mention, I personally would love to be given at least one day to fly the Garden. And it's for a good cause, I promise! It may fly, but I've driven the Road Roller for years and years, and I know how to flatten people just right! I could do it with this Garden, and it would be twice as effective.

Haven't you ever thought, "gosh, that person is so annoying, I wish I could just flatten them without getting in trouble"? Well you can! I'll do the damage, and you won't get your hands dirty. The other Gardens will be jealous that you have the gusto to use this Garden in such a way. If this idea is not approved of, than I only ask that I get one day to command the controls. You see, when the day comes, there is one particular person that must be punished. Punished because I know, we all know, that he will arrive in greed, alone and without the rest of our family! So, this must be done.

Don't you see? The young have amazing ideas! Don't just leave us on the side until we get old and boring like everybody else! Let us do our best!


[And she's fairly proud of herself, even though she probably should have just written it down and sent it to the Headmaster rather than publicly posting it. Really, she doesn't mean any harm.]

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May. 20th, 2010 05:10 pm
[identity profile] exorcizing.livejournal.com
[Alice hadn't been in Balamb for too long, only long enough to gather her bearings and learn exactly what had occurred. She was given a dorm room, and a class list, and even a uniform--one, mind you, that she didn't much care for--then was sent on her way. She eventually found herself in the cafeteria, it was early morning so there weren't too many students, and it wasn't too hard for her to find a place to sit.

She didn't bother getting in line for food, her appetite had been extinguished, so instead she opens a leather bound book and begins to read, though occasionally she'll lift her head up and glance around the room, almost as if looking for someone.]
[identity profile] bloodinked.livejournal.com
[ And more importantly, who won the betting pool?

After the debacle involving personal ads, a faculty member, and Yuri punching out said faculty member, Reno and Yuri were dragged up to see the Headmaster. Now they're on their punishment tour, which, frankly, Reno is a little disappointed with.

Not that he's about to complain, but this place doesn't look like it knows how to keep its cadets in line at all.

Anyone who wants to hop in, Yuri and Reno can be found puttering around the Garden. Loudly. Mostly Reno. ]

--And here I was worried that something bad was actually gonna happen. [ We join our fantastic duo as Reno's in the middle of half griping, half, gushing at Yuri. Yeah, he does that. ] You know what'd be happening to me right now if I'd decked a superior officer back home?

...Nah, you don't wanna know. But the point is, that was fuckin' sweet, Yuri! I didn't think you'd slug the guy!

Did it feel good? Tell me it felt good! [ Yuri, watch out. Reno's arms are searching for your shoulders again. ]
[identity profile] bloodinked.livejournal.com
[ ...okay it was entirely my idea. BUT IT IS NOT MY FAULT. ;; V enabled meeeee. /sob

Anywhere, here's Reno. Sitting next to him is Yuri. They're on a computer, turning the BBS into craigslist. ]

Hello, ladies of the Garden. And, hey, gents too. We're equal opportunists here. Mostly me. I think I just gave my friend Yuri here hives.

Now the quarter's rolling. We get it. You got classes, you got clubs, you got goals and shit. But, really, there's more to life than just homework and card games, ain't there?

There's gotta be. And that's where me and the boy come in.

We're young, we're lookers, and we're looking. You heard right. Need somebody (or, hell, a couple somebodies) to keep the nights warm and the weekends busy.

So how about it? Let's start Yuri over here.

Yuri's a good looking guy. He's got the whole mysterious bad boy thing going on, listens good, and probably makes a great dinner date. Cleans up nice too. Could be a real keeper if you know how to handle him. He's ideal for girls who like animals, 'cause he's got this lost puppy look to him. Take one look at him sitting in front of the computer and I promise you animal loving gals will wanna take him home.

Me, I'm Reno. I'm a gorgeous redhead, outgoing, charming, and I know my way around a dance floor. I'm your hard working type, and I'm good with my hands. (If you know what I mean. Yeah, I went there.) I know how to treat a lady right, and I'm always up for an adventure. Best of all, I come with strings and no strings attached versions. What can I say? I'm a flexible guy.

That's about it, so hey. If you're interested, drop us a line.

Edit! We're now adding the lovely Bulla to the mix, and she's a good girl so you treat her right.

Or else.

Let's see.

She's a cute, sociable girl who loves to dance, party, spend time with people, and shop. She's looking for dates, friends, shopping buddies, and makeover projects. People too far into their twenties need not apply, and all applicants go through me.

[ Aaaand this entry has been deleted to protect the guilty. xD; HOWEVER WE WOULD STILL BE GLAD TO BACKLOG THINGS WITH YOU, so keep right on tagging if you so wish. ]
[identity profile] themalice.livejournal.com
[ It's been at least a couple weeks since Yuri's arrival at Garden. So far, so good. Classes are crap, but he slogs through it. The food is good. There's only one thing...

The greatest hurdle to overcome, by far. The Great Wall to his Huns. The heel to his Achilles.

He sits in a chair turned backwards in a quiet corner of the library. He's seen everyone else doing it, and they don't seem to have any problem...so he should be able to figure it out too, right?

The BBS. Cruel, taunting machine. The screen of the computer, permanently fixed at the menu, mocks him and the keys of the keyboard look like some kind of elaborate puzzle. He briefly considers kicking it, but settles instead for pressing as many buttons as he can simultaneously, to which the computer beeps loudly in protest. He's going to be here for a while.
[identity profile] scream-resonate.livejournal.com
[Returning from her admission to Garden, Crona enters the lobby via the elevator - slouched posture, head low, grasping one arm for comfort. This is awful! Horrible! She had been barely accustomed to DWMA! Why did this time compression drag her here? It was unfamiliar, it was far too bright and shiny, it was big and it was scary!

No, no, she could do this. They would try to find a way home, right? She wasn't going to be here forever - she could go and see Maka and everyone again. Right?

Hey... Ragnarok...? What should I - I mean, what should we do now? We're stuck. A little. This is... I don't know...

[A tiny, black creature seems to come from her back, and lightly bops her on the head before perching there.]

Just get over it already! Who cares about DWMA and the losers there, anyway?!

But what about Maka and Soul and everyone? After everything...

[There's another bop to the head.]

Don't think they'll miss you!


We're safe and there's food! Enjoy it while it lasts!

But, Maka...

Stop your whining and smile for the new idiots! Smile! You learned how to do that, right? Huh?

[Ragnarok rams his tiny little hands into Crona's mouth, pulling it into a forceful, disfigured grin as the girl whines, arms now flailing.]

Le' go o' eeee!! Ragaaaroooo.... le' go! Le' go!

Happy yet? Happy? Let's go get food!

Le' go!!

[And Ragnarok... is not letting go. Someone come save her =|]
[identity profile] brokenbrand.livejournal.com
[ It's a testament to the strangeness of this world that there's a class, and a teacher to show one how to pick up heavy things. ]

[ Or so thinks Fang, who upon having had her first weight training session in BOX 101 today, is more than a little disappointed in the students of Garden, young men and women (and other things) who want to call themselves mercenaries, elites. After all, the mechanics of weight lifting are just about as simple as opening one's eyes: desire to lift; think "lift"; proceed with lifting action according to aforementioned desire. Granted, doing sets of reps is a bit more complicated. ]

[ To her reflection, she mutters--] So is blinking and everyone seems to get on with that just fine...

[ Nevertheless, having access to a clean, spacious gymnasium with a controlled environment is nice, and rather than stare blankly at homework in her textbooks, Fang returns to the weight room before supper to do some solo lifting, enjoying the freedom to heft precisely what she wants, at her own pace, and without the chirrup of the boxing instructor's unpleasantly nasal voice demanding that the new cadets "just take it slow."
Taking it slow is not something a l'cie knows how to do.

( ooc note: Action post is dated for Thursday, about 18:00.)
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[personal profile] wrnpcs
[It's quiet as night falls on Balamb Garden, quiet enough to hear the crickets chirping on the ground below and the sea waves lapping the shore in the distance. The sky is clear and full of stars. The halls of Garden are empty except for a couple cadets here and there -- indeed, even the faculty seems to be missing from their usual posts.

At exactly 2100, as soon as the dinner rush ends, the Garden chime sounds and the intercom clicks on. Once again, the Headmaster speaks to the Garden.

The Welcoming Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Welcoming Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom. The ball will run until 2400. Students leaving the ball after curfew are to return to their dorms immediately.

The ball and its festivities tonight are being sponsored very generously by the Ruby group.

[After the announcement, the intercom falls silent. The faint sound of music can be heard from the second floor of the building.]

A mod note )


May. 6th, 2010 11:27 am
[identity profile] nordr.livejournal.com
[ Cloud's found himself at the Quad, for no real reason. The cafeteria's far too crowded, and he hasn't had much of an appetite, since arriving; it's quieter here, and far more open than the privacy of his dorm room. There's space to think, to try and make sense of all that he's seen and heard, these past few days. The people he knows, they're saying things that don't add up, because whatever they seem to remember, he knows didn't happen. It must be the time compression. They just need a few days, weeks, months, to get a proper grasp of their memories ]

[ sat on the stage, he idly plays with a few loose pieces of materia as he loses himself in thought. He recognises them all by feel, nowadays; his fire materia is old and cracked, and when he presses the pad of his thumb against the surface, it feels like a hollowed out cross. Holding it tight, Cloud casts the spell in his empty hand, causing a small flame to suddenly flicker into life in his palm. Ever since all the mako injections, he's had so much more control over his magic. He lets the flames burn in and out on the tips of his fingers, confident, until the magic spreads, landing on the stage floor in front of him ]

Shit—[ he quickly stamps out the flame with his boot, before using his thumb to rub against the wood. It hasn't left a mark ] … gotta be more careful.

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May. 6th, 2010 06:36 am
[identity profile] swordbitch.livejournal.com
[Maybe some people are chilling for the night, but there's someone on the training grounds. She's not out enjoying dinner with the rest of the Garden because... well, she's not social :| Not to mention antsy, and when she is, it's time to let some stress out.

Where else but in the Training Center?

It's still a new thing for her because what the hell killer plants. But it's okay Naoto. Just breathe. Breathe and cut them up into little pieces and show those weeds what you've got. With flair and ~*acrobatic moves*~

... Ew, they spit. Good thing that didn't hit her boot. What if it's acid or something?]
[identity profile] renzokukens.livejournal.com
[ At the sound of the morning 'wake-up' bell, Squall finds himself awake and staring at the ceiling of his room. It's still odd - to be twenty years into the future and yet still be the Commander of Garden as well as only seventeen. Time Compression was a peculiar thing. No- it was just plain messed up.

So he pushes himself out of bed and goes to shower. He's ready by 0630, punctual as ever, which probably can't be saying the same for some of the new cadets.

Grabbing up Lion Heart, he makes his way to his office to tie up any loose ends before then heading down to the main level at around 0700 where he'll be walking around in case there are any cadets lost and in need of information or direction for their morning classes.
[identity profile] moonflowering.livejournal.com
[Mind reeling after Headmaster Cid's speech earlier, Yuna's wandering idly around the halls of Balamb Garden, not exactly sure where to go first. The adrenalin from fighting Sin head-on and being so close to ending everything had all but dissipated upon realising that she was not where she was supposed to be, there was no concievable way out and she was apparently... alone.

Yuna was going to stop at the cafeteria, but found that the thought of food wasn't enticing her at all. So instead she meandered around the hallways, somewhere near the dormitories, before finding a seat to slump into and burying her face in her hands.]
This is all a mess.

[For lack of anything else to do, she sighs and looks down at the schedule in her lap, brow furrowing.] To become a "SeeD"... [She trails off, before standing again, stretching, and looking around at the giant structure. This place-- it definitely wasn't anything like home.]

[identity profile] bloodinked.livejournal.com
[ Here's Reno. He's loitering in the parking lot because it's nice and out of the way, and man. He just can't seem to get comfortable around here. The uniform doesn't fit right. It's stiff and scratchy and just isn't right for him to be wearing. He's only sworn by one uniform his whole life, and this one isn't it. More than that, his fellow Turks are nowhere to be found. He thought he spotted Cissnei at the assembly, but he lost sight of her after and hasn't been able to find her since. ]

Man, what a fuckin' pain.

[ Sighs, kicking at the wall as he shoves his hands in his pockets. He's changing the hell out of this just as soon as he gets a shower on the way back to the dorms. And then he'll go have some food. Or make a plan to spy on some girls in the shower room. Or something. Dammit. He's already feeling caged in, and he's barely been here more than a day.

And classes. He hasn't been to a proper school a day in his life. Had to learn stuff, sure. Studied stuff, sure. Day full of classes and answering to instructors and shit? God dammit. ]
[identity profile] certainescape.livejournal.com
[Rise is still freaking out over her new surroundings, but the fear is kept at bay by her delight at Garden's differences to Inaba. Right now, she's taking in the sights of the Quad.]

Wow, would you look at this!

[identity profile] metalknuckles.livejournal.com
[ Zell had been more than surprised to find out he'd somehow traveled forward through time - twenty years? That's longer than he's been alive, okay? - and was doubly surprised when he realized so many people had gotten mixed up in the time compression as well. He was glad to hear a lot of them were going into the SeeD program, though everyone looked so confused he couldn't tell whether they were happy about it or not. ]

Yo, new people. I don't know why you came here or anything, but if anyone's lost or confused or whatever, you can talk to me! The name's Zell. I'm a SeeD here, so if you're a cadet, I can help you out with that too. Don't be afraid to come up to me, either. I don't bite, I swear!

[ After that little spiel, he pauses, frowning as a faint grumbling noise catches him off guard. ]

...uh, heh. I'll be in the cafeteria if you need me. MAN, I'm starving.

[ Aaand he runs off. Chow time, aw yeah. ]
[identity profile] turnip-rage.livejournal.com
[So far, not so good. Espio was, understandably, really rather frustrated with the whole situation. There were plenty of bigger problems to be worried about, but at this point, he was far more focused on the trivial problems, of which there was a rather long list. He was trying to just get on with it, but he was indeniably in a poor mood.

Right now, the subject of his frustration was the uniform. He'd had to forgo parts of it, specifically the trousers, and the rest of it was uncomfortable to say the least. He'd been very tempted to just throw the whole thing away and attend the initiation without, but figured he could at least make the effort.

The jacket had come straight off when he'd got off the elevator. Espio headed straight for the directory, wondering where he could go to burn off some stress, and proceeded to talk to himself.

Right, this thing. Training centre - and hah! I'd probably get "disciplinary action" for "training" without any training! Could go have a look, though. The library might have something worth looking at, too. Or...

[Taking a moment to find it, he pulls a sheet of paper out of the uniform jacket's interior pocket and surveys his schedule.]

I could go find out where the classrooms are, since I don't think I can get out of this. Like I need half of these classes anyway...


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