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schwaₒ ([personal profile] riyuji) wrote in [community profile] locker_rooms2024-02-11 10:00 pm
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call me out 2024


【the CALL ME OUT meme】





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last updated February 11, 2024


» Above are the characters I am willing to play right off the bat. Everyone else could be found over yonder.
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callmeshou: (08 ๏ is the little things that you do)

school festival - kakeru & yuki

[personal profile] callmeshou 2024-02-14 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[With preparations for the school festival in full swing, the hustle and bustle could be heard from every classroom. Even after the last bell had run, many stayed behind to help where they could—working on props, practicing lines, trying on costumes. If there was work to be done, someone was usually on it.

Unfortunately, Kakeru couldn't join in with the rest of his peers. At least not while he had his student council responsibilities on his plate. It was times like these when he regretted taking up the position. Well, these and meetings. Meetings were definitely the worst part of the job.

But he supposed things could be worse. At least this way, he wasn't stuck in a meeting room, able to roam about the school as he checked up if there were any last-minute changes to the programs and planned activities among the classes. He was just about wrapped up, ready to head back to the student council room, when he peeked into one of the first year's rooms, only to be pulled in for his opinion on the food and costumes they had prepared for their maid cafe, which just so happened to be sentai-themed.

And just like that, Kakeru suddenly goes missing in action.]
notanimals: (unimpressed; lineface)

[personal profile] notanimals 2024-02-14 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Being on the student council can be a daunting task. Sometimes Yuki is thankful for everything it's brought into his life; sometimes, he wonders if it's worth all of the hassle although the latter was usually more in exasperation than genuine regret and brought out on specific events.

Like playing hide and seek with a certain student. As the end of the day neared, Kakeru hadn't returned and hadn't reported on his findings. Considering he was the most social of the trio, it made sense to give him the brunt of social interaction even if Yuki didn't completely avoid it himself. It didn't make sense not to put some kind of tracking device on him.

It doesn't take long to find him and pull him from what became too social of a call. ]


Now you can help with the paperwork since I had to stop to find you.

[ Yuki's comment comes after he drags the boy from the classroom and the two walk down the largely-quiet hall. ]
callmeshou: (09 ๏ and when the sun)

[personal profile] callmeshou 2024-02-14 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[The scene of Kakeru being dragged out of the classroom by the ear had become commonplace and was only met with laughter and cheers of "Good luck, 'Nabe!" despite Kakeru's protests. But he doesn't leave empty-handed, managing to snag a rather large paper bag, far too big to just be for snacks, from one of the first years as they walked out the door.

He exaggeratedly massages his ear with his free hand as he walks alongside Yuki, pouting all the while.]


Can't paperwork wait, Yun-yun? They were just about to make me an honorary black ranger!
notanimals: (own business; drinking tea)

[personal profile] notanimals 2024-02-15 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
If it could, I would have already gone home, too.

[ With the festival approaching, the members of the student council are as busy as ever.Since Yuki is one of the newer members and president at that, he wants to make sure his first big event goes well. ]

Unless being a black ranger makes you faster at paperwork, now we'll both be staying late.

[ Though honestly, Kakeru might just claim it would. ]

If we finish it up tonight, we'll have less to work on leading up to the festival.
callmeshou: (06 ๏ and I can't stop looking at you)

[personal profile] callmeshou 2024-02-17 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course it would. Not letting me finish it is like stopping me from reaching my full potential.

[Kakeru speaks matter-of-factly, that anyone who didn't know him better would've thought he truly believed it. Those who kenw ofnhis antics, however, won't be easily fooled.

But despite it, he doesn't try to make a get away. Maybe he'll try again a little later, but Yuki does have a point. If they got things out of the way, maybe they would have to chance of participate in areas outside of the student council's duties.]


Do you mean that? You won't try to lock me up in the council room until I finish everything?
notanimals: (exasperated; thinking; hand on forehead)

[personal profile] notanimals 2024-02-19 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
I probably mean it.

[ A promise without a promise? Or revenge for Kakeru's disappearance? It's likely both. The black ranger will be saved by the fact that Yuki has a home life, too. ]

If we do our work, everything can go well, and we won't have to spend the day working.

[ In spite of himself, his voice quickly normalizes and leaves the annoyance behind.

For now. ]


Don't you want to visit the booths, too?
callmeshou: (05 ๏ love the way that you look at me)

[personal profile] callmeshou 2024-02-19 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Kakeru immediately picks up the change in Yuki's voice, quickly shifting his own to match.]

Of course, I do! After seeing everyone putting in so much work, I'm excited to see the finished products.

[There hadn't been many changes to the line-up, so at least he knows his work should be done pretty quickly. But that reminds him.]

Ah, Yunyun, do you like cupcakes? The first years gave me a few spares to try. Bet they'd appreciate the president's opinion too.
notanimals: (thoughtful;)

[personal profile] notanimals 2024-02-21 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
I don't dislike them, but I don't eat them much.

[ He wouldn't mind testing them, but Yuki isn't sure he'd be the best judge if they want anything in-depth, but it's a high school festival; a general opinion is probably enough. ]

I don't remember the last time I had a cupcake... [ Nor thought about one. ] What is the flavor?
heavensfist: if yours, please contact (sad; looking to the side)

for cloud;

[personal profile] heavensfist 2024-02-14 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ The quiet after the storm was always displacing. With everything that happened in Midgar, Tifa's thankful for the respite, but it also allows too much to think about the things lost and the precarious mission ahead. The others in the group keep her mind occupied throughout the day, but the nights are the worst. At night, when others lay sleeping, Tifa's mind is drawn back to Jessie, to Seventh Heaven, to... everything.

Under the assumption that others are asleep, Tifa slips away. There's comfort in their presence, but she doesn't want to accidentally wake them and get caught. They're all handling it so well so she's self-conscious in her struggles.

It's a beautiful night. The stars are loud in the sky and the weather fair. Tifa sits on a jutting rock structure just slightly out of sight of their chosen camping spot. The warm breeze causes slight goosebumps on her bare arms, and everything should calm her down, but the ghosts of a recent past refuse to be muted. ]
spikyheaded: (85 ☁ cause I go down)

[personal profile] spikyheaded 2024-02-15 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Sleep doesn't take Cloud that night. Instead, the quiet and stillness is replaced by the frantic buzzing of his thoughts as he replayed the last few days over and over in his head. He lies still, eyes closed despite the rustling and shifting of the rest of the party, willing his body, and moreso his mind, to let him rest.

He finally relents a few minutes later, sitting up on his spot. Maybe it would do him some good to survey the area just to keep himself busy. Scanning the camp, he notices that Tifa is missing and he quickly gets on his feet to look for her.

It isn't long before she spots her by a ledge, looking out at the expanse before her. He's reminded of Aerith's garden back in the slums, but the area around Midgar had been dry, nearly devoid of life besides a few plants and monsters. Somehow, it felt like a poor comparison. Two things remained constant though—Tifa and the stillness of the night.

Taking a few tentative steps, he approaches her quietly, not wanting to spook her.]


Hey. [His voice is low when he speaks.] Was wondering where you'd gone off to.
heavensfist: (worried)

[personal profile] heavensfist 2024-02-15 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ His quiet voice brings her back to the night, but Cloud's presence is always welcome. Things are odd and complicated in a way that they hadn't been in Nibelheim, but despite a very confusing portion of his story, Cloud had grown to be stronger and more handsome than she could have imagined. He's also been so reliable. Tifa's been able to throw herself into their mission without hesitation because she knows Cloud will have her back.

But strong arms can't always keep away the doubt or sadness. ]


Hey you. Can't sleep?

[ Her gaze returns to the expanse before her, but Tifa pats a spot of rock beside her. ]

There's room for a second, if you want to sit.
spikyheaded: (32 ☁ the war is won)

[personal profile] spikyheaded 2024-02-18 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cloud looks over to the spot, then back to Tifa. After a few moments, he settles down beside her, his elbow leaning against a bent knee.

There was a part of him that still couldn't believe that they somehow found each other again after all these years. The last time he had seen her had been back in Nibelheim and he was almost certain that Sephiroth had cut her down then. He had since been filled with regret that he wasn't able to save her back then. That he wasn't able to keep his promise.

Yet somehow she sat beside him now, alive, well, and looking far more beautiful than he could ever remember. He regarded her for a moment longer, mako-eyes unblinking, almost luminescent in the dark. But he turns away, suddenly self-conscious and not wanting to be caught staring.

He clears his throat and looks to the sky before them. Without the man-made sky of the slums and the light pollution of the upper plate, the stars shone brightly against the inky-blue sky.]


Kind of reminds me of that night back home.

[Back to when a promise was made between them.]
heavensfist: (sad 2)

[personal profile] heavensfist 2024-02-19 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Everything reminded her of that night. So often, when she was working her way out of medical debt, she wondered if Cloud would show up. It was an impossible, romanticized dream, but Tifa never stopped thinking about the night in a small town when she made him promise to be her hero. He's fulfilled that promise, time and time again, but there was so much that happened between now and then. They were different people.

But the promise stays in her heart. ]


The stars?

[ Are they the catalyst for the memory? ]

They're more like Nibelheim here.

[ With a cock of her head, Tifa tries to smile, but it fails. ]

Can I get a second promise?
spikyheaded: (54 ☁ like a memory)

[personal profile] spikyheaded 2024-02-19 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[It wasn't just the stars, no. They might've been a part of it but the simple act of being here with Tifa helped bring Cloud back to that night. Despite the haziness of the last seven years, the night of their promise remained one of his strongest memories.

Cloud's brows raise on his forehead, his head tilting ever so slightly.]


A second promise?

[Where's this coming from? It still felt like he had yet to fulfill his end of the promise to her. But if she wanted a second one, who was he to deny her? He could never deny Tifa.]

Sure. What promise are we talking about?
heavensfist: if yours, please contact (sad; looking to the side)

[personal profile] heavensfist 2024-02-21 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Promise me... that we won't lose anybody else.

[ Crimson eyes focus on him. It's an unfair burden to place on his shoulders, but Tifa hates the way she feels right now. It's Nibelheim on a smaller, still painful scale. Everything she'd built is gone. Friends she'd made are dead. The task set in front of them is massive and dangerous. What if Barret were to die for real? Aerith? Cloud? ]

Promise me that I won't lose you.

[ Tifa has never been able to honestly express her feelings for Cloud. They're deeper than friendship, and the longing for more has remained no matter how life got. But, she needs that promise. Tifa needs to be able to believe that promise. ]
spikyheaded: (07 ☁ for the song to start)

sorry rl got hectic ;;

[personal profile] spikyheaded 2024-03-21 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[The surprise from her request is evident on his face, a quiet gasp the only sound he makes. Cloud recovers a moment after, closing his mouth, quietly mulling over her words. Tearing his gaze away from her, he looks off into the distance.

It was a big ask. One that he couldn't simply say yes easily, as much as he wanted to, especially if it meant looking over everyone else too. That had always been what he planned; what he wanted to do. But after the losses they had already haf—Biggs, Jessie, and hell they don't even know how Wedge fared after they'd met up with him—his confidence on the matter wavered. But that didn't mean that he would stop trying anyway.

The fact that she mentions him specifically and how she didn't want to lose him either. He'd looked away not because of his lack of confidence, but because it had made his heart skip a beat. His hands suddenly feel clammy as he curls his fingers into a fist then opens them once more, trying to regain his composure.]


I'm not going anywhere.

[His reply is accompanied by a shake of his head, blond spikes shifting slightly as he moved. That much, he knew he could promise her.]