Tamiko Enoki.
She smiled to herself as she looked at the untidy scribble now adorning the front of her notebook. Tamiko, Tami for short, sat in the neatly kept homeroom. One of many within Domino High, her new school.
She rocked her chair back onto two legs, ignoring the glare her teacher, Mrs Takudo, threw at her. It wasn't that she was a rebel as such as she preferred to do things her own way. Ok, rebel it was, she shrugged to herself. Somehow, she actually managed to fit in here though, despite the tattoos she had inked up her arms in biro, and her piercings.
Ok, so she only had a single lip piercing, her ears pierced once normally, and an extra one in the cartilage of her right ear, but still. That was at least two more than most people would settle for.
Her school uniform, in contrast, was immaculate, and the only thing that really detracted from the look was the fact that she had a long scratch running across her cheek.
She had slender limbs, and slim fingers. She had sharp nails, although they were rather bitten, and her nail polish (dark purple, with a slight shimmer) was chipped. Essentially, she was pretty, with long, windswept hair, a constantly amused expression, and an incredibly don't-care-ish attitude. She could just get along with people, without really having to try too much.
Admittedly, she hadn't been so sure about herself on her ten minute walk to the school, but as soon as she'd reached the gates, she'd been pulled into a small band of girls. None of them were particularly interesting, but they'd do until she could find anyone more... suitable.
Thinking that didn't make her feel like a great person, but she pushed it out of her mind. They were probably the type of girls that wouldn't really want her around after she was done settling in, anyway. Either way, it was of minimal concern to her.
"Enoki Tamiko?" She looked up as she heard her name being called for registration. She replied swiftly, then went back to her thoughts. On the first work, they didn't really work, just received notebooks, textbooks, and their timetables.
She scanned over hers to see what would be happening over the next few days. Nothing drastically interesting, but it was school, after all.
After quietly scribbling names onto the front covers of each notebook, the students were effectively left for the best part of four hours to... socialise. Strange thought, that. School actually putting aside time on the first day for people to get to know each other.
Tami ignored the others as they got into small groups around the room, pushing desks together or apart to make it easier to sit comfortably together. She politely declined the offer to sit with her new friends, instead choosing to sit at one of the desks in the corner, alone.
She pulled out a small book from her bag, flicking it open at random and beginning to read. It was old; she'd had it for easily the past two years, but she still liked to read it. Admittedly, stories lost some of their original interest after being read Ra knows how many times, but it still bore some form of fascination; despite knowing the story line by heart, it still amazed her how she always expected the storyline to somehow change.
It never did.
After a few minutes, she grew bored. Weird, that didn't usually work. She slowly placed the book back onto her desk, glancing around aimless. Two boys sitting in another corner caught her eye, and she looked back at them.
One had spiky, long, silvery hair, lightly streaked with black and deep crimson. He looked like he had pale skin; it glowed slightly in the sunlight streaming through the window. His school uniform was sloppy, his jacket left hanging open. He was wearing a black band shirt underneath. It looked a little, from where she was sitting, like it had Madina Lake album artwork on it.
The other boy had tan skin and sandy hair that came down to his shoulders. His uniform was equally sloppy, and he looked like he was in the process of inking an elaborate Celtic cross onto his forearm. He also has his ears pierced, with 3D looking curved diamond shapes hanging from his ears. He wore his jackets more like a cape, draped across his shoulders, showing two thick gold bands, one on each arm. He had a plain black vest-shirt underneath, his chair also rocked back onto two legs.
After quite a while, Tamiko became conscious that she'd been staring at the two of them for a prolonged amount of time, and looked away at pretty much the exact time they both looked at her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed they'd stood up, again simultaneously. Did they always do everything with such ridiculously perfect timing? Her stream of thoughts were cut short as she realised they were heading over to her. The two of them stopped in front of her desk, and she slowly looked up into the faces of the real class rebels.