[Sunday Flowery Sunday] (Prompt A) It wasn't that Christopher didn't like gardening and flowers, considering how many such filled his apartment for home remedies and teas. It was hard to live in a city this green and not at least tolerate growing things. It was mostly that things got so chaotic before and after this festival that made him sigh heavily and debate not going, or only going during the mandated school trips. Yet, it was tradition that if anyone in the Noro house had the time they'd go on Opening Day to look around and collect any samples of plants and herbs they may not have already growing in planter boxes on windowsills and their small balcony.
And with this year it being tulips that were being given away he had promised to go for his mother, as she always was looking for new stock of the slightly expensive plant since she used them for treating minor skin irritations.
Thus someone could likely find the lanky teen carefully placing a...damp sponge in with the package of bulbs given before being placed almost delicately inside of the messenger bag he's wearing. He has a long subway ride home, and there's no point in going home just to drop those off and come back when everything was gearing down.
Though he skirts around and away from the flower crowns. Or attempts to, maybe someone else sees him about to miss that time honor tradition and decides to 'save him' from missing this opportunity. Or not.
[Triumph in Glittering Lights] (Prompt B)
Christopher had actually been heading towards the exit and the closes subway station when the closing ceremony had started. In part to beat the crowds of people scurrying home before curfew and in part because the long trip home was already going to be a chore without adding this crush of people to it.
Yet something made him pause and look up towards the sky after the first boom of the fireworks rumbled in the air, and suddenly things feel...hazy.
It was the smell of metal and turf, somehow mixed with sunlight warmed air mixing with the cool drafts carrying the tang of polish. It was a familiar smell for anyone in Teikoku's soccer club. The mixture of the field with the harsh lines of the school that had likely been part of the entire plan to unsettle opposing teams that would arrive for a match. Yet it was comforting, especially after weeks of antiseptic filled air of hospital rooms and the cold filtered air of Shin Teikoku. Those memories though are pushed to the side as Sakuma, even on a crutch leads the rest of the team out onto the field and towards Raimon working hard.
"Looks like your hard at work, Kidou!"
There wasn't even a waver or hitch as Sakuma had called out to Kidou working with Endou and Domon on Death Zone. That eased more worry in Genda's chest that Sakuma really was going to be alright now.
"You came, Sakuma. Genda! Everyone!"
Genda wouldn't admit that despite half expecting some lingering anger or hurt over what they had done before, the fact Kidou sounded happy to see them had caused a weight to shift and fall away. Even if only briefly, because it was Kidou and they were there to help as they always would be if he needed it.
"You guys!"
Even Endou seemed happy, though Endou rarely allowed himself to be anything but upbeat.
"Kidou, did you call everyone here?"
Though it seemed the other goalkeeper still didn't grasp there was always a reason for everything Kidou did, and bringing the entire Raimon caravan to Teikoku was more then just because a Teikoku move should be learned on a Teikoku field.
"Yeah, it's been a while. Don't worry. I'm recovering steadily."
No one had missed the worried look Kidou had given to Sakuma's crutch during the exchange, and Genda couldn't help but agree with relief over Sakuma's assessment.
"The latest treatment that Raimon's coach recommended is working well."
They really had to be thankful that despite what they had done and how much they had jeopardized by their actions Coach Hitomiko had done so much to make certain his teammate would be able to play soccer once more with them.
There was suddenly so much ringing as the boy in the headband, Endou?, was about to speak again and he was suddenly Christopher and not Genda again.
"What?"
His throat felt constricted and everything seemed blurred and oddly lit as he stumbled back into something. Hands going to cover his face and cradle his head in hopes the darkness of his palms will cure the blurriness and the pressure of fingers digging into his temples to help with the sudden pounding in his head. He hadn't even touched that app since it's last message had appeared. What was going on?
[Wednesday's Child brings Flower Judging.](Prompt C)
After everything that happened on Sunday, Christopher had kept to himself and went straight home once school was over for the day. Until Wednesday that was, since Green Valley was hosting many events run by the Garden Club, it meant volunteers to help with parts not actually under said club's power. It was why Christopher was helping to move tables and chairs when needed or being a general errand boy if needed once school lets out. Mostly because he had signed up to help months ago and it would be rude to bow out on the day of said event.
When he's not running around performing small errands for people, he can mostly be found sitting behind a table at an impromptu booth with several open books showcasing the various species of flowers that have been brought to be judged today. The head librarian had seen this as an opportunity for a bit more learning in people's lives and had made them memorize random facts from said books as a just in case a curious browser of said books did ask a question.
The cloudy sky and the canvas tent over said table could only do so much though for such a day, and well if Christopher looks a bit miserable sitting there...well you would be too if you were sitting in this heat in the blue and black plaid uniform of a lower year. He was also too wary of someone barking at him about remaining presentable to even attempt loosening, let alone removing his green third year tie, though he luckily there was some pity and the black jacket of the uniform was neatly folded over his chair. It wasn't much of a relief but it was something.
[He took a train going anywhere] (Prompt D)
The underground is always packed, but the various festivities and warm weather has created a swarm that made moving from point A to point B a bit of a hazard. Whether it be bumping into people trying to get to a certain gate, or being made to endure sharing personal space with complete strangers as the cars filled to capacity. It's likely a miserable experience for those that usually don't ride said transportation during peak hours, or those who do that are counting down the days when the crowd will thin back to normal.
Will you share in this misery with Christopher, or are you new to this crush and need a hand to bulldoze your way to your connecting station?
[Wildcard]
((OOC: Prose or Action tags, I'll match you on format and if none of these prompts ping you I am a okay in you setting up a different prompt to get things rolling.))
Christopher Noro (Koujirou Genda) l OTA
It wasn't that Christopher didn't like gardening and flowers, considering how many such filled his apartment for home remedies and teas. It was hard to live in a city this green and not at least tolerate growing things. It was mostly that things got so chaotic before and after this festival that made him sigh heavily and debate not going, or only going during the mandated school trips. Yet, it was tradition that if anyone in the Noro house had the time they'd go on Opening Day to look around and collect any samples of plants and herbs they may not have already growing in planter boxes on windowsills and their small balcony.
And with this year it being tulips that were being given away he had promised to go for his mother, as she always was looking for new stock of the slightly expensive plant since she used them for treating minor skin irritations.
Thus someone could likely find the lanky teen carefully placing a...damp sponge in with the package of bulbs given before being placed almost delicately inside of the messenger bag he's wearing. He has a long subway ride home, and there's no point in going home just to drop those off and come back when everything was gearing down.
Though he skirts around and away from the flower crowns. Or attempts to, maybe someone else sees him about to miss that time honor tradition and decides to 'save him' from missing this opportunity. Or not.
[Triumph in Glittering Lights] (Prompt B)
Christopher had actually been heading towards the exit and the closes subway station when the closing ceremony had started. In part to beat the crowds of people scurrying home before curfew and in part because the long trip home was already going to be a chore without adding this crush of people to it.
Yet something made him pause and look up towards the sky after the first boom of the fireworks rumbled in the air, and suddenly things feel...hazy.
It was the smell of metal and turf, somehow mixed with sunlight warmed air mixing with the cool drafts carrying the tang of polish. It was a familiar smell for anyone in Teikoku's soccer club. The mixture of the field with the harsh lines of the school that had likely been part of the entire plan to unsettle opposing teams that would arrive for a match. Yet it was comforting, especially after weeks of antiseptic filled air of hospital rooms and the cold filtered air of Shin Teikoku. Those memories though are pushed to the side as Sakuma, even on a crutch leads the rest of the team out onto the field and towards Raimon working hard.
"Looks like your hard at work, Kidou!"
There wasn't even a waver or hitch as Sakuma had called out to Kidou working with Endou and Domon on Death Zone. That eased more worry in Genda's chest that Sakuma really was going to be alright now.
"You came, Sakuma. Genda! Everyone!"
Genda wouldn't admit that despite half expecting some lingering anger or hurt over what they had done before, the fact Kidou sounded happy to see them had caused a weight to shift and fall away. Even if only briefly, because it was Kidou and they were there to help as they always would be if he needed it.
"You guys!"
Even Endou seemed happy, though Endou rarely allowed himself to be anything but upbeat.
"Kidou, did you call everyone here?"
Though it seemed the other goalkeeper still didn't grasp there was always a reason for everything Kidou did, and bringing the entire Raimon caravan to Teikoku was more then just because a Teikoku move should be learned on a Teikoku field.
"Yeah, it's been a while. Don't worry. I'm recovering steadily."
No one had missed the worried look Kidou had given to Sakuma's crutch during the exchange, and Genda couldn't help but agree with relief over Sakuma's assessment.
"The latest treatment that Raimon's coach recommended is working well."
They really had to be thankful that despite what they had done and how much they had jeopardized by their actions Coach Hitomiko had done so much to make certain his teammate would be able to play soccer once more with them.
There was suddenly so much ringing as the boy in the headband, Endou?, was about to speak again and he was suddenly Christopher and not Genda again.
"What?"
His throat felt constricted and everything seemed blurred and oddly lit as he stumbled back into something. Hands going to cover his face and cradle his head in hopes the darkness of his palms will cure the blurriness and the pressure of fingers digging into his temples to help with the sudden pounding in his head. He hadn't even touched that app since it's last message had appeared. What was going on?
[Wednesday's Child brings Flower Judging.](Prompt C)
After everything that happened on Sunday, Christopher had kept to himself and went straight home once school was over for the day. Until Wednesday that was, since Green Valley was hosting many events run by the Garden Club, it meant volunteers to help with parts not actually under said club's power. It was why Christopher was helping to move tables and chairs when needed or being a general errand boy if needed once school lets out. Mostly because he had signed up to help months ago and it would be rude to bow out on the day of said event.
When he's not running around performing small errands for people, he can mostly be found sitting behind a table at an impromptu booth with several open books showcasing the various species of flowers that have been brought to be judged today. The head librarian had seen this as an opportunity for a bit more learning in people's lives and had made them memorize random facts from said books as a just in case a curious browser of said books did ask a question.
The cloudy sky and the canvas tent over said table could only do so much though for such a day, and well if Christopher looks a bit miserable sitting there...well you would be too if you were sitting in this heat in the blue and black plaid uniform of a lower year. He was also too wary of someone barking at him about remaining presentable to even attempt loosening, let alone removing his green third year tie, though he luckily there was some pity and the black jacket of the uniform was neatly folded over his chair. It wasn't much of a relief but it was something.
[He took a train going anywhere] (Prompt D)
The underground is always packed, but the various festivities and warm weather has created a swarm that made moving from point A to point B a bit of a hazard. Whether it be bumping into people trying to get to a certain gate, or being made to endure sharing personal space with complete strangers as the cars filled to capacity. It's likely a miserable experience for those that usually don't ride said transportation during peak hours, or those who do that are counting down the days when the crowd will thin back to normal.
Will you share in this misery with Christopher, or are you new to this crush and need a hand to bulldoze your way to your connecting station?
[Wildcard]
((OOC: Prose or Action tags, I'll match you on format and if none of these prompts ping you I am a okay in you setting up a different prompt to get things rolling.))