Misaki Saito
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Post by Misaki Saito on Feb 28, 2013 22:45:11 GMT -5
Misaki really hoped that the class she was supposed to be in didn’t include anything too important because she was going to miss it. If anything, she could always ask Bang and pray that the Technicolor dream girl had been paying attention for once, but that was a long shot at best. She could also ask Dion, but her current crush situation had her talking in circles whenever he was around without even meaning to. With her rather unexpected love predicament weighing heavily on her mind, the tiny Japanese girl needed something to distract her, mainly mayhem. It had been a while since she’d graced Shibusen’s halls with her glorious achievements to the pranking world. A little too long if you asked her, but a few weeks was certainly far too much time for the other students to get comfortable and think it was safe to travel again. Having been interrupted numerous times after being thrown completely off her groove courtesy of her heart, she’d decided that skipping class for this specific purpose was not only necessary but mandatory. If she didn’t raise a little hell and douse the halls in potential chaos at least once this week, Misaki would lose her mind, or at least what was left of it. First on her list of places to visit had been the cafeteria. Every third table no had its seats lightly coated in crazy glue. She knew that a few classes would let out very, very soon for the purpose of allowing half of the student body to fill their empty stomachs before continuing the age ld tradition of zoning out during heir lecture classes, and if it hadn’t dried by then there would be at least a few students leaving their pants behind after lunch if she had her way. Next had been the bathrooms on the second floor. Latex gloves in hand for obvious reasons, every toilet seat on the second floor that didn’t happen to be connected to the teacher’s lounge and therefor locked had been coated in tiger balm. It was a dirty job, but damn would it ever be hilarious to see who was squirming in their seats later. She’d need to remind herself not to giggle too obviously as well as to only use the restrooms on the first floor should she need to. She’d warn those close to her too, of course. That would just be mean, setting them up for something so terrible. Of course if she forgot, Misaki would still laugh her ass off but that was beside the point. The kool-aid in the drinking fountains was easy enough and hadn’t taken too long, although she had still felt the need to duck behind every other row of lockers and into a few doorways just to be sure she felt as much like a ninja as possible. The only thing left to do now was to set the crickets in place. Annoying as all hell and generally classifying as creepy crawlies, Misaki had a several jars full of them that she fully intended to unload into a few lockers. Who the lockers belonged to she had no idea, but she was sure to find out once passing period came again. Holding them all within a rather large box, the tiny Japanese girl hurried through the halls with that wicked grin on her face, occasionally glancing over her shoulder. Misaki paused every so often, picking the locks with a hair pin and placing the jittery insects within. She’d never really been creeped out by bugs or anything else with multiple legs. Hell, even spiders were no more than a nuisance to her, and even then she’d usually leave them alone unless they decided to bite her. A stray cricket hopped out onto the floor and chirped loudly. Misaki leapt after it, closing her hands around it quickly and popping it back into the designated locker before it escaped, “Yeah, yeah, chirp all you want to the poor son of a bitch that finds you, buddy.” Quickly shutting the door, she picked up the box containing the remaining jars full of crickets and continued on her way. She had more insects to plant before passing period came.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 1:35:05 GMT -5
Skidding and hopping on one foot as she tried to change direction, Zia sprinted down the long hallway towards her locker. She hadn't meant to be late to class, but when Arlie had ambushed her in the hallway, Zia had really overestimated the amount of talking her roommate could do. She loved her Texan pal to death, but the fact of the matter was it was hard to stop her when she got chatty. Breathlessly, Zia slid to a stop near her locker and frantically began trying to put in the combination in, but she froze when she heard a strange chirping sound from inside. Zia looked around, but all she could see was a girl with long, black hair rummaging around in her locker. Zia frowned at her locker, opening it up carefully. The chirping belonged to several fat crickets that were perched on her history book. Zia stared at them for a moment, confused. Insects didn't bother her, and she found crickets to be rather cute, but at the moment it worried her that quite a few were just chilling out inside her locker. They certainly hadn't been there before school started. Zia heard low talking. The black haired girl was crouching, ducking around corners, and generally acting suspicious. Quickly, Zia pulled an empty water bottle she had meant to throw away out of her locker and carefully put the crickets inside. She quietly closed her locker, and noting the girl opening yet another locker, made a beeline for the suspicious person not 100 feet away, pressing her arm against her chest to keep her bracelets from jangling too loudly, water bottle held carefully so the crickets weren't too disturbed, thumb over the opening so they wouldn't escape. She knew the girl had to do something with the crickets from the chirruping coming from direction, but as she closed the locker, Zia popped up in her line of vision, unseen because the locker door was blocking her approach. The Egyptian girl raised a casual eyebrow, her earrings tinkling as she tilted her head. "Do I have you to think for my new pets?" Zia said, holding up the water bottle where the crickets milled about, chirping unhappily at being rolled around.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Mar 1, 2013 19:47:14 GMT -5
Misaki had started humming softly to herself as she went about her mischief making. It was a jaunty little tune, one that may have been considered endearing were she not causing trouble. Emptying yet another jar of crickets into some poor, unsuspected student’s locker, one was refusing to budge. Sighing and rolling her eyes, Misaki set the jar down on its side amongst the other ones and bent to look the insect in the eye,
“Look, I know this isn’t exactly your natural environment, but could you humor me please?”
The cricket gazed back at her with beady eyes, chirping away inside the jar and remaining still as a statue. Letting out another exasperated sigh, the tiny Japanese girl replace the lid and put the jar back in the back,
“Fine, I’ll let you go in the park later, but only because it’s not every day you find an insect with an attitude problem.”
As she closed the locker door and a white haired girl came into view, Misaki had been so wrapped up in her pranking that she was taken completely by surprise. Leaping a good two feet back and letting out a strangled squeal, she landed flat on her ass before placing a hand over her thundering heart,
“Damn it, woman, I’m supposed to be the ninja here!”
Standing up and dusting herself off, Misaki noticed the water bottle the girl was holding contained crickets. Ah, so that was it. Snickering a bit, this wasn’t the reaction she’d anticipated, but it was at least something. Besides, she didn’t seem mad so that was a plus, or at least she wasn’t mad so far. Misaki nodded, placing her hands on her hips,
“That you do. Cute little things, eh? You can get ten for 99 cents at the local pet store so I figured why not?”
Wait, if this girl was asking such an obvious question, the tin Japanese girl had a thought that she may not know who she was. Most at least knew of Misaki what with her pulling so many pranks of various scale. At the very least if they saw an Asian girl wandering the halls between classes; they would likely assume it was her, especially if she was up to no good. It wouldn’t do if her reputation wasn’t spreading quickly enough, so Misaki gave a rather theatrical bow and donned her signature wicked grin,
“You must be new around here to not recognize me, so allow me to introduce myself. I’m Misaki Saito, the resident prankster here at Shibusen. You’ve unfortunately caught me in the act of finishing up my rounds for the day before passing period hits.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2013 15:46:40 GMT -5
The Egyptian was, in fact, new, and had never heard of Misaki Saito. She immediately liked her, though. Misaki had a wicked grin Zia approved of, considering Zia had one of her own. "فرصة سعيدة," Zia said. Nice to meet you. "I'm Zia Leroux," she added quickly, remembering that in English there wasn't a response to it like there was in Arabic.
Going over to the lockers and, removing her thumb from the opening of the water bottle, Zia carefully let the crickets loose, and they climbed through the slits in the metal lockers happily, chirruping in unison.
She turned back to Misaki, a wicked grin to match the Japanese girl's on her face. Zia loved pranks and practical japery. She didn't pull them often herself, but it was a past time she highly approved of. She used to prank a lot more, but once certain event had forced her to take a break for a while. The prank itself was simple - put a very obviously fake plastic ring in the display case in her sister's shop. She was 15 and thought it was the funniest thing in the world, and had expected the fake to be found instantly, but it had backfired in a way she never meant because a wealthy tourist came in and bought it for the equivalent of five hundred US dollars. Zia and her sisters had sat in silence after that transaction, unsure what it said about the customer and the real jewelry around the fake. In any case, Zia wasn't allowed in the shop for quite a while after that fiasco, and hadn't pulled many pranks since. (To her knowledge, the customer was very happy with his purchase and nobody had the heart to tell her otherwise).
But that was the past, and putting crickets where they shouldn't be sounded like a wonderful idea to Zia.
Eyes bright, face lighting up, she said, "Can I help?" There were quite a lot of crickets, after all, and passing period wasn't for a while, but the sooner the prank was completed the sooner the two could retreat and wait to watch the chaos. This sort of practical joke was harmless and incredibly silly, which meant it was right up Zia's alley.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Mar 6, 2013 22:01:40 GMT -5
Zia? Zia Leroux, Zia, Zia…nope, Misaki couldn’t place her name nor her face, so she was going to go ahead and assume that she’d been right about this girl being new. Still, she wasn’t freaking out and she wasn’t running for a teacher, so the tiny Japanese girl pegged her as okay so far. Of course that could change, but she would at least give her a chance, especially since it didn’t look like she was gonna tattle on her. Giving her another grin, Misaki picked up the cricket box,
“Nice to meetcha, Zia. Always good to run into someone who can take a good prank.”
Misaki meant it, too. There was nothing worse than pranking someone with no sense of humor. They either got mad or started to cry, and the latter in particular made the tiny Japanese girl feel just terrible whenever that happened. Smiles and laughter and brief moments of thinly veiled terror were what she aimed for. She was in it for the fun, she didn’t mean to hurt anyone, even if the firecrackers on the dance floor during the Snow Ball had suggested otherwise. Man, what a night that had turned out to be. Her face reddening a bit, she tuned out of those thoughts and went about watching Zia.
What in the world was she doing? Not only was she grinning like a villain just as Misaki was, but she was releasing the crickets into somebody else’s locker. Okay scratch what she’d thought before, this girl was way more than okay. In her mind, Misaki now pegged this girl as awesome and possible prank apprentice. Shifting her weight and the box in her arms, a round of disgruntling chirping erupted from within and she rolled her eyes,
“Deal with it. You’ll be free soon enough to roam the wilds that are the Shibusen lockers.”
She wanted to help? Seeing the girl look at her all bright eyed and bushy tailed, Misaki couldn’t just very well say no. Okay so she could have, but she’d feel bad about it, plus it would be best to finish this job as quickly as possible. Besides, that would then leave time for her to find the best viewpoint to see her pranks take effect! Of course she’d have to watch for the tiger balm one later in her classes, but the wait would be worth it to see who was squirming. Snickering, Misaki nodded,
“Well if you’re gonna look at me all sparkly eyed then sure you can help! Just take a jar and pick any lockers up the hall from us. I like to pick ‘em open with a hair pin, but I see you’ve got your own way of sneaking them in. Very nice!”
Misaki did approve of the use of the locker slits. However she loved picking the locks too much to give it up. There was just something so gratifying about duping a device meant to withhold and conceal, and with just a hair pin no less!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 23:05:34 GMT -5
Zia moved to the locker a good distance away on the other side of Misaki and, scooping up a few crickets with a tanned hand, carefully started transporting them into the locker.
"So, you have a reputation for this sort of thing, huh?" She said as she gingerly steered a cricket toward the locker slits. Zia wondered if Misaki would unlock anything more than lockers with her lockpick skills. It probably wasn't very easy to do it with just hairpins. "You're right, I am new. I didn't realize there would be such a..." Zia thought of her roommate, the only other person she knew at the school so far. "...Lively cast here." She carefully moved a cricket that had gotten a little far up her arm. "I thought it would be more military types, to be honest," she added.
It had been a big relief to see such a variety of people at Shibusen, it was true. When Zia's sister Caralinda attended, she had been a very aggressive fighter, and it was partly due to her uncompromising nature that had gotten her into a bad place and caused her injury in the first place. Caralinda had given Zia a skewed picture of the school, and Zia knew there was bias in all her older sister's stories, but she couldn't shake the imagined pictures of students sparring all the time and merciless teachers. Zia made a mental note to kick Linda in the shin, tipping the last crickets into the locker. "رحلة سعيدة," she whispered, bidding the crickets a polite farewell. They chirruped in response.
Zia turned to Misaki. "Have you done anything else recently? I mean, prank wise." She said, lowering her voice on instinct. It probably wasn't good to be overheard, but it was definitely a good idea to check with Misaki to see if she needed to avoid a certain area. Crickets were no big deal, but slipping on oil in the halls would definitely make anyone cranky.
Zia heard a chirp near her ear, and caught the stray cricket between her hands and brought it in front of her face. It must have jumped when she was distracted with the others. Zia made as if to move it into the locker, but the idea of keeping it was stronger. Stooping down to pick up her discarded water bottle, Zia guided the cricket into the bottle. She'd think of a name later - maybe she'd ask Arlie for help. Zia was not creative with names, usually, and if left to her she'd just name it "جدجد" - that is, cricket in Arabic. It wasn't that creative, she could admit.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Mar 9, 2013 0:22:25 GMT -5
The tiny Japanese girl snickered as she let yet another small herd of crickets into the lockers. She’d need to remind herself to let Dion know to be wary of opening his later. She hadn’t been keeping track of whose she opened, so it was better safe than sorry. Still, she doubted he’d mind that much. If anything he’d just sigh and shake his head. Yeah, that sounded like Dion. Turning her thoughts away from her Weapon before a blush rose to her cheeks; Misaki cocked her head in Zia’s direction and grinned at her words,
“Well I don’t mean to brag but…yeah, I’ve totally got a reputation. I am the pranking princess of Shibusen. I collect detentions like kids collect grass stains, it just kinda happens.”
Shutting the locker carefully, Misaki again picked up the box and moved it along. Things were going so much faster with Zia here! She’d really lucked out in running into her. Usually if someone discovered her pranking they ran to the nearest teacher, granted Misaki was always faster in running for the hills and out of sight before they returned. If she wasn’t there, they couldn’t stick her in detention. Lack of evidence and all that jazz. Still, it was nice to have someone helping her out, even if it was just something small in scale like crickets. Crouching beside the next locker with her hair pin in hand, she jostled the lock gently and waited for the click as she listened to Zia prattle on. At her choice of words, she snickered,
“Yeah, we’re a lively bunch alright. Wait’ll you meet Bang Bang, she’s as lively as they come.”
Then again lively wasn’t an understatement when it came to describing Bang, but Zia would find that out in her own time. Meeting the living rainbow had become a bit like a rite of passage for any new students. She couldn’t think of any military types, though. She supposed Levi might count if only in skill level. Still, he was more of the royal variety. Misaki thought it fitting since they really couldn’t miss her. Hearing that click of the lock opening, Misaki eased open the door. Anything recent? Oh boy, did she ever have recent. Recent as that day even! Actually, it was probably a good idea to let Zia know about the other pranks so she didn’t stumble into them. She seemed like a cool girl so Misaki would feel knida bad if she happened to be on the receiving end of any of her pranks that were a bit more complex,
“Yup! This is only my finale, these crickets! The drinking fountains are rigged with kool-aid. Oh, and don’t use the bathrooms on the second floor. Trust me, not a good idea. Oh, oh, and also a few of the tables in the lunch room now have super glue on the seats, so be cautious.”
As Misaki spoke, she released her next jar of crickets into the locker. They leapt this way and that, most scurrying back into the corners although a few stood tall atop a few textbooks.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2013 1:15:16 GMT -5
Kool-aid in the drinking fountains? Zia wasn't exactly sure what that was, but it sounded...unfortunate. The superglue even more so.
"شغل على مية بيضة !" she couldn't help but say, the Arabic slipping out without her noticing. A cunning plot! Misaki had done that much in such a short amount of time? It was impressive. Zia felt fortunate that Misaki had divulged her plans to her - it would have been bad to try to sit somewhere that had glue on it. Zia wondered what Misaki had done to the bathrooms, but she had heard enough by this point that she wasn't about to march in and see for herself. She wondered if that meant Misaki trusted her not to rat on her. As if she would! The thought had never even crossed her mind. "Good to know," she said gratefully, grabbing a few more crickets and steering them into another locker. She had stuck the water bottle with her cricket into her pants pocket, and so far the small insect hadn't tried to jump out. It seemed very happy there, actually. She'd make sure to make it a proper home when she got back to her room. Hopefully Arlie liked bugs.
Zia glanced down the row - Misaki had probably been giving lockers cricket surprises all class period, since they were drawing close to the end of the locker area.
"Oh. The finale?" Zia turned to look at Misaki. "You're done for the day?" She was...well, a little disappointed. It wasn't every day she met a friend who liked mostly harmless pranking and tomfoolery. She couldn't let them just part here, but Zia couldn't come up with a good prank right off the bat. Maybe Misaki would let her stay and see the aftermath of the crickets - surely she wouldn't just leg it. Misaki seemed the type to watch and cackle over her victory, although hopefully from a safe distance. Getting caught would be inconvenient.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Apr 2, 2013 20:46:44 GMT -5
Misaki wasn’t sure was exactly it was that Zia had said, but it sounded like praise to she let herself grin mischievously. What’s more, Zia seemed impressed which was even better. She did love to entertain people wither pranks after all. The tiny Japanese girl was in it for fun, not for malice. There was maybe one or two pranks she’d pulled with the intention to hurt, and both had been when she was much younger and also aimed at her siblings. Yuu had not been pleased with the Nair in his shampoo, and neither had their parents. Naomi and Misaki had found it hilarious.
The last jar was in her hands now. Again she worked open the lock with a hairpin and ushered the chittering insects inside. They chirped and chortled at her as they went about hopping about. None tried to escape, apparently they were either far more obedient than the others or had resigned themselves to their fates. Smirking, Misaki saluted the brave warriors and closed the door on them. Done and done! Now the best part came into play, something Zia had apparently caught on to.
Turning to look at her unexpected accomplice, Misaki grinned wickedly and place her hands her on her hips,
“Yup, but don’t worry! This may be the finale but this is only the set up. The show hasn’t started yet, but it will in a few minutes, and I just happen to know the perfect spot for observing.”
Plucking the now mainly empty box from the ground, she turned sideways. There was still one cricket in a jar, but he was to be released back into the wild later. Mutinous crickets aside, Misaki nodded down the hallway,
“There’s a space just under the stairs that’ll make it easy to watch without being noticed. It’s nearly passing period so we shouldn’t be waiting too long.”
Wait, maybe she was doing too much assuming. The tiny Japanese girl tilted her head and cast a sideways glance at Zia,
“If you wanna stick around, that is. I won’t force you into being an accomplice after all.”
Pivoting on her heel and strutting jauntily down the hall, Misaki had a pretty good feeling that Zia would follow. Judging by her reactions so far, she could assume that she herself loved mischief making as much as Misaki herself did. Of course she could always be wrong, but what with how the newcomer had helped her carry out her prank set up, she doubted that was the case. Ducking quickly behind the staircase and into the little alcove where the ceiling slanted to accommodate the steps to the second floor, Misaki set the box down behind her and peered out. It was nearly time for the show to start. The only question now was whether or not there would be two attendees in the box seats or just one.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2013 14:20:51 GMT -5
The Egyptian girl kept up easily with Misaki, not even hesitating to follow her behind the staircase. "You kidding? I wouldn't miss it," she said, slipping next to Misaki with ease, settling the water bottle with her cricket safely on her lap.
Peering out from under the stairs, Zia thought about how strange this school was - in the best way. So many different kinds of people! Zia was used to variation, but she had never been in one place for very long and hadn't made many friends with how often her family moved. To be able to talk to someone with the expectation of knowing them perhaps her entire life...Zia beamed, a secret smile she hid self-consciously. It had been a very long time since she had talked like this so easily with someone her own age. Arlie was the first, and now within a short period of time she'd made another friend! Zia could feel her entire face beaming, but this time she didn't hide it. She was so happy - when she had packed for Shibusen, she hadn't realized that she would have met so many good people. Misaki was fun! Harmless pranks, a wicked grin...Zia could tell they were going to get along splendidly. Maybe she'd even venture some of her own ideas to the Japanese girl - not that Misaki needed any help causing mischief, of course.
Leaning in and nudging Misaki slightly to get her attention, Zia whispered, "Hey, after this, let's get lunch!" Adding a big grin at the end.
The bell rang, and Zia leaned forward, eager to see what would happen. The halls were about to be chaos, and she wasn't going to miss a second of it!
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