Kendo Club 1st Meeting & Recruitment(Open to ALL)

[KAKERU MIYAMOTO]

Kakeru had filed stacks of paperwork and had a discussion with Headmaster Kato, just for this. He got access to the Gym, and had Japanese outfits, helmets, and armor laid out on a table, next to Kendo shinai. He had convinced the Headmaster to allow him to start a student run and funded Kendo Club, to encourage competition in a fun way. He had put posters up all over the school, and now swung open the doors, waiting for willing participants and new members.

[¡SQUEEKERS!]

This. Is. BullShiz.

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Bia stood outside the front doors of the gym. His head tilted back as his hazel eyes glared daggers at the sign, behind a half inch of dark, dark, daaark, shades. He'd had enough headaches in his life to know that the sun was evil, and sunglasses were your best friend. Right behind, deer, vodka, hot chocolate, and of course his best friend, Al Capone. The small, bright blue Poison Dart Frog, Bia held in his hands at this very moment.

"Who knew being naked in public would wind me up in this much trouble. I hate kendo. I hate karate. I hate school. Damn it, I hate being sober." He grumbled to himself as he timidly walked into the shadows. And of course, he was the first one there. Awkward... With an angry sigh, he walked over to the supposed teacher, held up his frog and raised a brow. "Mind me keeping my frog in here? He's a menace otherwise?" He really wasn't. Biagio just hoped that Al would bite someone, then the teacher would cancel the class, and voila! He wouldn't have to attend it.

At least he'd get credit with the probation officer.

Damn police.

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Only a few minutes behind the Australian, Niko poked his head around the corner of the building, and squinted his eyes as he tried to see into the gym. Tämä koulu on liian pahuksen iso. He'd been wandering around for the last half hour trying to find the "gym" and had Niko only bothered to look up, he would have seen the large, obnoixious:

BROOKSHIRE GYM

sign, trying to point him in the right direction. But, it was Niko. You couldn't really expect more from him. Timidly, the young Fin stepped into the room, and once his eyes adjusted to the less than BLINDING SUNLIGHT lighting of the room, he smiled at the only two bodies in the room. "On tämä Kendo-luok- Erm... Sorry. Is this the Kendo class?" Niko switched over to his British sounding English and approached both of the boys. A smile still shining on his face.

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[KAKERU MIYAMOTO]

Kakeru was about to place his helmet on his head, when one man walked in, followed by another person. He turned around, and responded. "Why yes, it is the Kendo Club. I'm the captain, founder, and apparently funder, Miyamoto Kakeru. And who might you b.....Hey! You're the guy who was walkin' around nude in town! What in Tsukuyomi's name are you doing here?!" He introduced himself, but cut off halfway at recognizing an infamous man in the room. He grabbed one of the shinai, pointing it at the Australian man and running at him.

[¡SQUEEKERS!]

I guess I'm more famous then I thought I was. Bia stared at his potential "teacher" with one brow quirked. Normally people didn't know whot he hell he was, which he preferred, but he found Kakeru's reaction quite funny. "Why yes, yes I am- H-HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT!?" Confused at first, Biagio stared at the boy as he charged at him, and at the last moment, the Aussie relied on his semi-fast reflexes and dodged out of the way.

Sprawling on the cold laminate flooring, and watching his little Al slide a few yards farther away from him, Bia was a bit disoriented. What the hell is it with this place? He'd barely had an ounce of Alcohol since his disturbing public showing, and even before that he'd barely had anything intoxicating. Just a few beers he'd swiped from the Teachers Lounge, then John found out, made him clean out the Green House, where Bia had expertly hid the beers in the first place. And when Bia had decided to go skinny dipping in the pool, he'd somehow ended up in the middle of Brookings, hugging and elderly woman.

Stark naked.

John had to come down to the police station, plead with the captain, promise to keep me out of trouble, and all but slept with the original deputy that brought him in just to keep Bia's ass out of jail for the night. Instead, the Aussie was stuck with a few hundred hours of community service, and joining this stupid club was one way to work off some of that time. "COMMUNITY SERVICE!" Bia curled in on himself, resting in the fetal position as he awaited Kai's random stick beating. Eh, he figured he deserved it, but still...

Dude.
Wtf?

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"Erm... Maybe I should go..." Niko's left eye twitched as he watched the only other people in the room start fighting... Well, the boy who introduced himself, Kakeru, was attacking the other boy, an apparent streaker, with a stick. It looked like it could be fun. As long as he was on the right end of the stick.

Niko had been trained in Karate, Kung-Fu, and Bad-ass-idry. All of which was provided for him back in Finland, and now he was slacking behind. With no proper sparring partners out here in the middle of nowhere, and with Cael running away from him every chance she got, Niko had to find a new way to beat up people. And Kendo sounded like a safe bet. Only now, he wasn't so sure. Watching the two of them from a safe distance, Niko noticed a little blue thing sliding along the floor. With perked interest, he ran over to the object, picked it up and making sure to be careful, stared into the wide dark eyes of a frog.

"Huh. This day just keeps getting more interesting."

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[Rai]

"Well looks like this clubs shaping up to be interesting already...we got a crazy guy with a stick beating a streaker...." Jacen said placing his kendo equipment on the table then walking over to the other observer. "looks interesting already right?" Jacen laughed, already wearing a martial arts uniform. "you take any other forms?"He asked pointing to his many different belts hanging from his tiny waist.

[KAKERU MIYAMOTO]

Kakeru turned back to Jacen's voice, and sheathed the shinai into his belt loop. "Why yes, I do." He took a solid stance, his left foot straightened behind him, his right turned diagonally in front of him. His left arm was bent downward and forward, with the hand next to his stomach, and his right hand straight ahead of him, palm out and hand flattened. "It's called Tenken Ryuu, or Heaven Fist Style. I developed it myself, as a style to use against armed opponents. Why not come at me and test it?" He chuckled, nudging his head.