Sign-Ups and Discussion can be found here: http://kh13.com/forum/topic/85936-the-normal-club-sign-ups-and-discussion/

 

Now then, without further ado, let's get started!

 

--------------

 

Chisei Academy, a school for the intellectually elite. Embracing only the best and brightest the world has to offer, students from across the globe have gathered here today for the first day of the new school semester. Arriving at the Academy from the various planes, boats, trains and other forms of transport. Approaching the school's main building for the opening ceremony was one particular student named David Nightray. Walking along side his fellow students, David felt uneasy and almost sickly about his surroundings. Somehow managing to keep a straight face, the young man made sure his new uniform was in order as to not disappoint the teachers of this highly prestigious academy. However, David's attention was drawn to a set of paper aeroplanes, gliding through the air gracefully. Tracing back the trajectory of where the paper planes were thrown from, the freshmen noticed a mysterious blonde on the roof of the building. "Who Is that... I wonder?" Almost forgetting about his surroundings, David constantly watched the blonde until he disappeared from the sight. "... Weird." Looking back at the paper planes that were now beginning to draw the attention of the majority of students and landing towards a few of them, David took one of these papers and unfolded it. "What's this?" Reading it, David was only met with questions behind the blonde headed boy he saw on the roof. On the paper planes was a note that read:

 

"Dear Losers,

I understand that most of you idiots have been looking for some kind of way out. A way of truly expressing yourself despite your obvious lack of social understanding. Well, how would you like to be "normal"? If the answer is yes, then you'll know what to do after today's opening ceremony.

 

~Yours truly, Mr President."

 

After reading the note, David looked up at the roof where the blonde had been. Continuing on his path to the opening ceremony while haunted by the curiosity of the note, David gave a self satisfying smile. "Maybe... This place might be right for me after all."

For the first time in a long time, Alistair's eyes genuinely sparkled. His lips quivered into some sort of genuine smile that seemed oddly natural for him, yet something that had been absent for years. He was left dumbfounded like that for a few moments and he simply had no idea how to react. His entire being had prepared itself for yet another outright rejection, but he had miraculously been proven wrong. Once again it seemed that he had to stop himself from crying. "You're going to kill me, Genevieve," he remarked with a shy laugh. "My jaw might fall off, it hasn't moved this much in what must be three years."

 

Although Alistair was happy, he couldn't escape the feeling that he may have made a mistake. Letting someone in so soon after meeting them was out of character for him. You'll be hurt again, the voice in his mind whispered to him. This made him feel a little bit uncomfortable and he snapped back to reality, taking control of his emotions once again. "I am truly grateful. As for your admission into the club, I'll gladly accept you on the president's behalf. If you feel the need to beat him around the head a few times, I won't be lining up to complain about it," Alistair said with a small smirk.

 

The sound of Genevieve's bracelet hitting the floor startled Alistair slightly, until he realised that it was just that - a bracelet. "You do like to fiddle with that bracelet... does it hold any special significance to you? If you don't mind me asking."

Aimi

 

"Don't worry!" Aimi told her new-found friend, "I'm sure you and I can do it together!~ We'll do it--we better than this Normal Club! We'll make the best club ever!" Aimi held a massive, bright smile, as she grabbed both of Sora's hands and shake them vigorously, "Just believe in me, partner! I'll make sure it goes off without a hitch!

It was clear Aimi had both endless enthusiasm and energy. When she set her mind on something, she aimed to get it done--no matter the difficulty! Perhaps this was why she was so insistent on her true goal..

 

Sora was thoroughly shaken by Aimi. The poor thing...no matter how boundlessly energetic Aimi was, Sora remained shy and kinda scared. The so called fairy princess had her both intrigued and terrifed...she was someone that Sora couldn't put an absolute on...not one bit.

"...what kind of club?"

 

 

Alexis rose slowly, and smoothed her skirt out. She turned and began to walk out, not at all perturbed by Chase and his flippant, rampant idiocity. She had multiple clubs to assist, as many called for her talents with and without a sword.

She was clubless, and found no real need for and singular club - she was quite happy to help everyone else.

Finding it incredibly difficult for him to calm down due to Chase's deranged behavior, the Principal brushed the confetti off of himself and began to readdress the students who were now all talking among themselves. "May have your attention please!" Quickly getting the students to settle down, it became apparent that the Principal was not in a positive mood. "Now, this is what is going to happen. Before you leave this room, you will be all given a time table to let you know where your class rooms are and list of the subjects that you will all need to prepare for. During your spare time after lessons have finished, you may join any of the previously mentioned Clubs. However, I will give each of you a warning about the so called Normal Club. If you do end up joining, then please be wary of Charles Cross. He is a delinquent and a trouble-maker for every member of staff at this school." The Principal sighed, feeling as if he had finally gotten something off of his shoulders. "Now, moving onto a different subject, there is a local City that is available for you students to visit during the afternoon after your lessons or on the weekend. From the Academy, there will be private trains to take you to and from the city. I will ask of you all to behave responsibly and return to the academy at a reasonable hour. Train times will be listed at the station on the outskirts of the campus." The Principal looked down at all of his students, believing that all of them truly have the potential to become the best the human race has to offer. "As soon as you all pick up your time tables you will be dismissed from this hall. Class begins in one hour. Good luck my students and welcome to Chisei Academy." As he spoke those final words, the Principal retreated from the stage.

 

David watched as students all around began talking to each other about everything that had happened during the ceremony. "(Seriously? They've all formed little groups already? ... I'm always going to be the odd one out...)" David held his head in shame, standing up slowly and proceeding to pick up his time table from the desks next to the exits. However, David became conflicted about what he should do. It was obvious that he should do something to overcome his inability to hold any kind of conversation for longer than a minute, but should he go completely out of his way to find help in someone like Chase and the Normal Club? It was all too much when all he wanted was to live his life normally. "(Just what do I do?)" Making his way to a desk, David gave his name to the teacher overseeing the process and he was handed a sheet with his lessons on them. Exiting the building, the purple headed teen sat on a bench wondering what to do. "You know, you look pretty scared for it being your first day." Recognizing the familiar voice that had made such an impact on so many students, David turned around to find Chase standing near the fountain... with a fishing rod? "I know what it's like. You get hear, the school overwhelms you, you get responsibilities shoved on to you even if you don't want them. It's all the same for people who go to school here. But then again, that's another reason that you're stupid... Oh!" Chase tugged the fishing rod and pulled a fish out of the fountain. With his curiosity overwhelming him, David couldn't help but ask. "H-How did the fish get in the fountain?" Chase smiled as he looked over at David. "I put it there." David then realized that he was talking to a man who had put a fish in a fountain for the sole purpose of catching it again. Pure ridiculousness. "Right... Why?" "No reason. A little bored. I'm waiting for my Vice-President you see. I'm sure he'll do something crazy like hit me over the head with a rolled up piece of paper... Or just hit me over the head with anything honestly." Oh god, there's a Vice-President for the Abnormal Club too? David's mind was spinning with thoughts that would fry an average man's head. David then got up from his seat and began walking away but his plan did not go as smoothly as he had hoped. "Hey! Purple head! What's your name?" David blushed at himself, feeling incredibly uncomfortable with his situation. "D-D-David..." "Well Dave, I hope I get to see you around again soon." David was slightly annoyed that he was given a nick name almost immediately, but was too insecure to make any sort of retort. Instead, David bowed his head and ran off, leaving Chase to fish at the fountain. "I think I could fix him... Shouldn't be too hard for someone like me, right? Of course not! I'm the King of this school."

Edited May 3, 201510 yr by Oblivion 22

Genevieve began laughing as well; a soft, cheerful laugh which brought color to her cheeks.  "I most certainly hope I'm not ze death of vous!"  She turned to smile at him, bringing her knees closer to her chest with her feet on her chair.  A rather awkward position, and not to mention a difficult one to get into, but Genevieve didn't even think anything of it.  Instead, the redhead continued.  "Tis so nice to have a friend, Alistair.  No one has ever demandé moi to be friends.  Merci!"

 

She stopped speaking, but only because the principal was addressing the students once again with instructions on their classes, along with making mention of a city that they could visit with.  Interestingly, Genevieve didn't even know that there *was* a city so close to the Academy, let alone the fact that they were permitted to visit it.  Once the principal was through speaking the redhead rose, smoothing down her skirt and turning to Alistair.  "Shall we go examiner?"  She extended a hand out to him, eyes sparking fondly.  "Oh, also, you may call moi Gen, if it is more pratique.  Genevieve is so long, non?  No one calls me this except my cherie aunt and uncle, but vous can."

"Gen, hmm," Alistair put his hands to his chin as he thought. "I like it, that works!" He announced, smiling shyly. "We probably should go and examine, eh?" He said, extending his hand and taking hold of Genevieve's. His cheeks reddened when he realised this was the first time in years he'd even touched a girl's hand, let alone held one, but he shook away his embarrassment as he got to his feet and patted Genevieve on the back of her shoulder, remarking "let's go then."

 

Alistair walked up to the teacher giving out the timetables, assuming that Gen was in tow. The teacher looked up at Alistair, who easily towered over her, smiling at him. "Name and year?" she requested in a polite tone. Alistair cleared his throat, "Alistair Lyons, second year," he stated calmly.

"Ah yes, Alistair," she said, "good to have you back, at least you don't cause me any trouble." The teacher sighed as she sifted through the various papers. Alistair remembered her, she had taught him for his politics class last year. Her name was Miss Waters and she was a mild-mannered and somewhat clumsy woman. Alistair had an innate respect for teachers and authority, and although he resented this particular teacher's lack of organisation, he admired her somewhat as a person.

 

It seemed like an age had passed by the time Miss Waters had handed Alistair his timetable. "There you go," she chirped, smiling and motioning forward the next person to receive theirs.

"Thank you," Alistair replied kindly, stepping aside. He stood waiting for Genevieve, since it'd be rude to leave without her. Although, he thought, I have half a mind to wring Chase's neck. Oooh that scoundrel. Where could he be? He needs a good talking to after that display. Alistair scratched the back of his head and pondered where Chase's favourite haunts would be. He had barely known Chase last year and saw him even less... this would be a wild goose chase, for sure.

Ciel kept her mouth shut through the principals speech.

She'd be able to handle the Normal Club. Her and Chase kind of have similar attitudes. Kind of.

"Lets go get our time tables, Roy." She said, standing up as everyone else was.

"Follow me!" She motioned over to the place they were handing them out, Ciel receiving hers simply.

This place wouldn't be THAT bad.

(Sorry for the wait everyone! The RP will be back into full swing starting now! Also, I have decided that it would be best to abandon the wait 3 posts rule as all it seems to be doing is causing the RP to not go anywhere. So, let's get this thing rolling again.)

After having grown tired of fishing, our ever so important, yet completely ridiculous, Club President had decided to steal an acoustic guitar from the Music Club room, put on a fake beard and rough up his uniform more than usual as he played a song or two, pretending to be a homeless street performer. "I am the best, none of you can compare~... I'm so awesome, you can't help but stare~... If you see me, playing a tune~... Then you know, that I am a loon~... With my crazy ideas, and you dumbass fools~... I'll solve all your problems, using my god like tools~... If you listen to my song, through and through~... You'll eventually fall for me, that's gotta be true!" Chase smiled to himself as he seemed to be acting like a total idiot again, students dropping loose and random change they had into a scruffy old hat on the floor in front of him. "Thank you, thank you, come back next time where I shall be juggling chainsaws that are on fire!" Chase then stood up and stretched, taking off the fake beard and straightening out his uniform slightly. "Where the hell is Alistair?! That kid agrees to be my damn Vice-President and then doesn't turn up to do my job for me?! Disgraceful!" Chase brushed his shirt down slightly, put all of the spare change into his pocket and put the hat on his head, walking off with the guitar back to the Music Club's Clubroom. After dropping the guitar, Chase seemingly skipped through the halls with the purest intention of causing trouble for young students who needed 'fixing' and could be easily roped into joining his Normal Club. "Now, there's still a little bit of time before class begins. So~ Where should I start? ... Oh! I know!" Minutes later, Chase had once again made his way to the main plaza that connected the different buildings together. Holding up a megaphone, the young teen began shouting into it. "Will Alistair, Vice-President of the Normal Club, actually come down and do Mr. Super-President Chase's work please!! Also, if there are any hot chicks in the area, can you please come closer so that I can get your names, ages, phone numbers, email addresses and direct notes to your dorms!! Thank you, that will be all!!" Chase sat down on a bench, taking out a pair of aviators and wearing them as if he were some kind of 'cool kid'. "And now... We wait."

Edited May 26, 201510 yr by Oblivion 22

Genevieve waited while Alistair conversed with Ms. Waters.  The woman seemed kind and had a gentle nature about her.  Gen hadn't met her before now, but she hoped that perhaps she would be teaching one of her future classes.  Once Alistair was finished Genevieve proceeded to the table where Ms. Waters waited.  The woman smiled and reached for her stack of papers.  "And your name, please?"

 

"Genevieve Soleil, madam."  The redhead tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, offering Alistair a slight smile as she waited for Ms. Waters to sift through the papers to find hers.

 

"Soleil, Soleil," Ms. Waters repeated, furrowing her brows as she searched.  Her fingers paused upon one sheet of paper, before pulling it out triumphantly and handing it to her.  "Our French exchange student.  Welcome back.  I hope you will enjoy what this school year has to offer you."  Genevieve nodded graciously in response before taking her paper and returning to Alistair's side, slipping the paper into her shoulder bag as they moved forward.  More students began to file their way to the tables to retrieve their time tables, making it the best option for the two to make their way out of the room and out into the hall.

 

It was much brighter upon existing, causing Gen to squint slightly at first.  The redhead turned to face Alistair.  "So, Alistair," she began, "what do vous have planned for ze afternoon?  Unpacking, non?"

 

Before Alistair could properly reply, however, a voice boomed through the hallway, calling for none other than Mr. Vice President Alistair himself.  For a moment after all that Genevieve could do was stand rooted to the spot, stunned.  "Hot chicks . . . ?"--she scrunched up her nose--"Are vous so certain about zis club at all, Alistair?"

Alistair sighed heavily, looking at Genevieve sadly. "Sometimes I need to be reassured too..." he remarked, scratching the back of his head. "I need to go and beat that irresponsible President for his horrific showing earlier... and that's without considering this too." Alistair looked over at Gen, cocking his head slightly. "You can come with me. You'll be able to see a wild Club President in its natural habitat, hunted by the cunning Vice President!" Looking around and finding his bearings, Alistair nodded in a certain direction. "The sound appears to have come from the direction of the main plaza. That's going to be our best bet." I'm sure he won't mind me bringing her along, Alistair thought, well... he did request hot chicks come along, so he can't really complain can he?

 

Marching up the main plaza with fiery eyes of purpose, Alistair quickly identified Chase... wearing aviators? "Charles Cross!" Alistair boomed as he walked over to him, presumably with Gen in tow. Is he smiling? That scoundrel, oh he really has it coming. Alistair began to roll up his informative guide to the Academy and scowled as he approached. Before Chase could say a word, Alistair had began swatting him with the rolled up paper.