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Post by dzetsurp on Mar 11, 2014 23:52:05 GMT -8
Iroha stopped cold in her tracks and stared at a paper sign taped to the door of a classroom. "THE SWAG CLUB FOR SWAGGY PEOPLE" was written in large, block letters, with the subtext "The swaggy president, Kagamine Len, is the swaggiest student ever." A large doodle of a person, presumably the aforementioned "swaggy president", winking and giving a thumbs up took up the rest of the page.
"..." Iroha stared, jaw slackened as she took in the sign. "This sign is ridiculous...ly amazing! I want to be swaggy too!"
She pulled the door open and walked in.
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Post by pekoyama on Mar 12, 2014 9:43:23 GMT -8
Haku walked around the area of where swaggy club was. Once she found it she entered and joined the rest of swaggie people. Hell yeah. Hell yeah. HELL YEAH. HELL FUCKING YEA.
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Post by suutoraberii on Mar 12, 2014 10:32:21 GMT -8
Oh, hella.
Way too hella.
" 'Sup, my swag sisters?" Reclining in a chair with his feet up on the desk and legs folded over one another, Kagamine Len ( Affectionately referred to as Swagamine by no one
other than himself ) offered his guests a grin, tipping his head and subsequently his scumbag cap in her direction.
The fake cigar in his mouth was held between somewhat pointed teeth; the large, overbearing golden necklace that was probably about the size of his face gleaming
in the sunlight that filtered through the windows and hit him juuuuust right - he had picked his seat based on this factor, after all. When the sun hit his bling just right, it was..
Well, it brought a tear to this swaggy rapper's eye.
"Swagamine Len, at your service!" He shot them a pose, nodding his head, "Swaggiest Student in School! Swiggity swen, it's Swagamine Len! Y'know what I'm saying? Yeah."
First impression - excellent. He had this one in the bag.
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Post by dzetsurp on Mar 12, 2014 11:22:47 GMT -8
"Oh," Iroha gasped at the over-the-top, theatrical scene that had played at her entrance. "Oh my God... This club is perfect!"
She shuffled a little closer to the desk where Len was seated, a bit nervous as she was unsure if she was swaggy enough to join the club.
"I want to be swaggy too," she said. "Can I join the club, Swagamine Len-sama?"
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Post by mokachahanrp on Mar 12, 2014 11:30:51 GMT -8
Gakupo entered the room to see what the fuss was about. He immediately left when his eyes settled upon Len.
((I'M NOT GOING TO ENTER THIS NOPE NOPE NOPE))
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2014 14:10:00 GMT -8
She should of known something fishy was going on by seeing Gakupo past by her, he walked too fast for her to get a look at him. Nonetheless however, Miku continued on her way to the rumored club "Swag Club". It seemed like everybody talked about this infamous club, making the diva curious about what exactly it was. If it helped with her reputation, why, she'd even join it! Maybe she could dominate this petty club and make it into something more, something bigger than it already was. She'd be the Princess of...! Um, Swag? Yes.
The thought made the tealette hum happily as she stopped to look at the cheap paper sign. The drawings were very... bad, very messy and all over the place while the writing posed no better. Maybe... Maybe the artist of the group was sick, so the members made their own sign as a way to not have him orher worry? Yes, that could be the only solution. Nodding, Miku pushed the door open to peer in before walking into the club room. She stopped in awe once her teal orbs laid on the president; it was not in amazement, but rather in shock.
What the hell was Len doing?!?! He looked like an idiot with that stupid chain and cigar. "I've should of known... You're behind all of this, aren't you?" the diva sighedin annoyance as she approached the blonde president, "Does Rin know what you're doing?" Thinking it over now, Miku couldn't help but feel some pity for the female Kagamine. If this was what Rin had to deal with regularly, then she deserved all of the sympathy. |
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Post by suutoraberii on Mar 12, 2014 14:21:29 GMT -8
The cigar was caught between his thumb and forefinger, as he eyed Iroha with a certain gleam to his eye. Yeah, yeah, he could see it.
Some kind of swaggie kitten, maybe? He could see it working, yeah. She'd need a bit of a makeover, though, maybe some gold in that hair,
or some bli--
"I should've known... you're behind all of this, aren't you?
He sat up straight with a start, whipping off his necklace ( effectively shooting it through an open window where it ended up nailing whatever poor student happened
to be walking just below ) and dropping the cigar to the ground; staring wide eyed at the new arrival. It took a moment before the swagtastic
president composed himself enough to speak, and even then, it was weak.
"O-Oh, hey, M-Miku.." He offered, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his head. This was so not swaggy.
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Post by pekoyama on Mar 12, 2014 14:35:19 GMT -8
"Miku gtfo. You are not swaggy enough for this okay." Haku hollered. She threw some one dollar bills ather, encouraging her to leave or strip. Either way, the swagginess would continue.
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Post by dzetsurp on Mar 12, 2014 14:38:13 GMT -8
"Money, oh man, MONEY," Iroha squealed, diving towards Haku's thrown bills. She scooped them up ungraciously and shoved them into the pockets of her uniform's blazer.
"I can buy food this month," she cried gratefully. "Cat food has gotten expensive lately!"
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Post by suutoraberii on Mar 12, 2014 14:40:39 GMT -8
Len decides to make a break for it.
Out of seemingly nowhere, he produces a parachute and proceeds to fire himself out the window,
escaping the ruined swag club and flying towards the highway, towards sweet, sweet freed-
Hey, that truck looks like it's going a little fast.
Death count: o1
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