Post by Otsuka Sakura on Jul 12, 2009 18:44:08 GMT -5
The classrooms transformed to a totally different place at lunchtime. The students pushed their desks together into groups with their friends and spread out their lunches -- bento, many of them packed by the students' mothers that morning. Students' voices filled the air, the subjects of their conversations varied greatly. Yes, the work place became more of a casual place for friends to meet during lunch, but one of the friends in the 3-B class was missing today.
Otsuka Sakura was alone in the bathroom, looking into the mirror, but that was the way she liked it. She needed to make sure she looked even more perfect than usual, because today was the day -- Sakura had been preparing to ask Toyama Hotaru to the movies for a week or two now. Her hair had cooperated this morning, but still she was obsessed with fixing the flaws in it that weren't there. The curls weren't quite curly enough for her liking, the extensions not extending quite enough and the bangs not quite as sideswept as she preferred. Eventually, though, Sakura found herself satisfied with the dark locks and onto the next part of her appearance.
By the time Sakura was finished 'touching up' her makeup, it was like she'd put it on all over again. Her eyes wore the most of it; false eyelashes, dark eyeliner, and various colors of eyeshadow (today a medium maroon along with a pale red) were all common fixtures in Saku's makeup bag. Her skin was flawless thanks to an expensive dermatologist and some cover-up and foundation. Full but small lips glossed with a pale red rounded off the look.
Her school uniform was the downfall of the younger Otsuka child's alluring look. She tried, but every time Sakura looked at the outfit all the girls were required to wear, she found few ways to stand out among them. She had pinned the navy blue skirt up so it rode very high up her leg, but the shirt, with its sailor collar and light blue neckerchief, was useless. Thus, Sakura focused on her legs. The white socks with blue ribbons she was wearing today reached to her knee around the teachers and other school officials, but for this event, Sakura pulled the excess up to mid-thigh. Her shoes were nothing special, a pair of black patent-leather loafers with heels that she wore most days.
Once Sakura had gotten herself into a state she approved of, she took a deep breath, popped a breath mint into her mouth and slipped out of the small bathroom. The clock on the wall told her that lunch was nearing its end, and Sakura cursed under her breath as she hurried back to the classroom. She glanced around at her classmates before her eyes fell on Toyama -- he wasn't hard to find, what with his height.
Sakura was still small next to him at 162 cm (with her heels), and she found it cute. She smiled, standing on her tiptoes to tap Hotaru on the shoulder. "Hota-kun~!" Sakura used this little nickname for him easily, he had been her classmate for three years after all. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She motioned to an empty spot next to him. It was just luck, she supposed, and she hoped that Hotaru would go along with this little plan of hers, or all that work would be in vain.
Otsuka Sakura was alone in the bathroom, looking into the mirror, but that was the way she liked it. She needed to make sure she looked even more perfect than usual, because today was the day -- Sakura had been preparing to ask Toyama Hotaru to the movies for a week or two now. Her hair had cooperated this morning, but still she was obsessed with fixing the flaws in it that weren't there. The curls weren't quite curly enough for her liking, the extensions not extending quite enough and the bangs not quite as sideswept as she preferred. Eventually, though, Sakura found herself satisfied with the dark locks and onto the next part of her appearance.
By the time Sakura was finished 'touching up' her makeup, it was like she'd put it on all over again. Her eyes wore the most of it; false eyelashes, dark eyeliner, and various colors of eyeshadow (today a medium maroon along with a pale red) were all common fixtures in Saku's makeup bag. Her skin was flawless thanks to an expensive dermatologist and some cover-up and foundation. Full but small lips glossed with a pale red rounded off the look.
Her school uniform was the downfall of the younger Otsuka child's alluring look. She tried, but every time Sakura looked at the outfit all the girls were required to wear, she found few ways to stand out among them. She had pinned the navy blue skirt up so it rode very high up her leg, but the shirt, with its sailor collar and light blue neckerchief, was useless. Thus, Sakura focused on her legs. The white socks with blue ribbons she was wearing today reached to her knee around the teachers and other school officials, but for this event, Sakura pulled the excess up to mid-thigh. Her shoes were nothing special, a pair of black patent-leather loafers with heels that she wore most days.
Once Sakura had gotten herself into a state she approved of, she took a deep breath, popped a breath mint into her mouth and slipped out of the small bathroom. The clock on the wall told her that lunch was nearing its end, and Sakura cursed under her breath as she hurried back to the classroom. She glanced around at her classmates before her eyes fell on Toyama -- he wasn't hard to find, what with his height.
Sakura was still small next to him at 162 cm (with her heels), and she found it cute. She smiled, standing on her tiptoes to tap Hotaru on the shoulder. "Hota-kun~!" Sakura used this little nickname for him easily, he had been her classmate for three years after all. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She motioned to an empty spot next to him. It was just luck, she supposed, and she hoped that Hotaru would go along with this little plan of hers, or all that work would be in vain.
