Post by Ren Rousseau on Oct 26, 2017 3:31:39 GMT
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Look at me, you can tell
By the way I move and do my hair
Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
Do I drink? Do I date?
I've got perfect placement all my ink
Satisfied, in your eyes
I made sure that I look how I wanted to
Look at me, you can tell
By the way I move and do my hair
Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
Do I drink? Do I date?
I've got perfect placement all my ink
Satisfied, in your eyes
I made sure that I look how I wanted to
I'm a FAKE
[attr="class","xpost"]Classes were boring. After school activities were boring. Lunch was boring. Hell, Nao was boring. Everything was suuuuper boring. That was just how life was recently. Nao was in some sort of a funk ever since their mother and siblings were all murdered. Other than that goody-two-shoes older brother of theirs. Stupid Luka. Always insisting that they neeeeeeeded to have dinner with him at least once a week. Making sure that they always had their maid lurking around. It was never any fun. Everything was boring. Still, Ren was forced to continue with school work and power practice just as much as anything. But because of how boring Ren found everything to be, Ren decided that maybe, just maybe, he would be a she for the time being. And currently, she was wearing a rather short red and black plaid, pleated skirt, artfully torn fishnet thigh high socks, but otherwise the regular school uniform. Her hair was pulled up into a very stylish set of pigtails, and she just sat there, popping her gum and kicking one of her legs a bit.
Today was just like any other day, boring and usual. People gave her a few looks as she decided to pull off her jacket and tie her shirt up above her middle. Of course she knew exactly how she looked, she just didn't really care. The whole point of it was to get attention from outside sources, or from anyone really. At least until class started and the teacher came out looking for her, a disapproving sort of glance coming across his face. "Come on Ren, you need to be in here. It's required for all first year students."
The girl rolled her eyes and huffed before standing up and stomping towards the classroom a bit. "Such a draaaaag." Ren huffed and went off towards the corner of the room that she usually stood in, huffing again and crossing her arms over her chest. If there was ever a time she wanted some sort of actual physical power, it was right now. But no. Of course now, all Ren had was stupid shadows. What the hell was she supposed to do with that?
Today was just like any other day, boring and usual. People gave her a few looks as she decided to pull off her jacket and tie her shirt up above her middle. Of course she knew exactly how she looked, she just didn't really care. The whole point of it was to get attention from outside sources, or from anyone really. At least until class started and the teacher came out looking for her, a disapproving sort of glance coming across his face. "Come on Ren, you need to be in here. It's required for all first year students."
The girl rolled her eyes and huffed before standing up and stomping towards the classroom a bit. "Such a draaaaag." Ren huffed and went off towards the corner of the room that she usually stood in, huffing again and crossing her arms over her chest. If there was ever a time she wanted some sort of actual physical power, it was right now. But no. Of course now, all Ren had was stupid shadows. What the hell was she supposed to do with that?
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