thread roulette ( lena and yoru )

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Yoru Fureur screws up big time in class, and LENA LEE is in that class to see it. lena starts.

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[LENA LEE]

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[attr="class","blipstoplyric"]yellow submarine

[attr="class","blipstoplyric2"]And our friends are all aboard – many more of them live next door – and the band begins to play: We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. full speed ahead, mr. boatswain, full speed ahead. full speed ahead it is, sergeant.

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[attr="class","blipstop21"]TAGGED [attr="class","blipstop22"]YORU F.

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When Lena first arrived on the Island, she was all but ecstatic.[break][break]

The prospect of a new life in a utopia in the middle of nowhere was thrilling. She had her own apartment - for now, and no parents to chide her about her work ethic or her sloppy fashion sense. She could have ice cream for breakfast and sleep until twelve, it's what every teenager dreams about once in their life, right? A life without any care, a world of their own.[break][break]

What didn't occur to Lena until the day after was that government still existed in heaven (or whatever this place is, she doesn't have a clue).[break][break]

High school at Tomodachi Island was no different than Earth. The hierarchies still prevailed and classes were similar, yet there was something so different about it that the girl couldn't wrap her head around. Most, if not all the people here were lost. All of them were searching for something, be it a way out of this world or a new path to pave. As for Lena, she wasn't so sure where she stood anymore. She was just... going with the flow for now.[break][break]

Time ticks by in a blur of newspapers, paint, and paper mache, and it's perhaps the only fun she's had all day. Astute blue eyes peer at the vivid explosion of something distinctly feline, searching for any spots the paint had skimmed. Her lips curl into an unsatisfied frown. Lena isn't an artistic person to be frank. She loves comics and sketching, albeit she's as clueless as a child learning to write when it involves crafts.[break][break]

"Looks more like a rainbow mouse than a ca-"[break][break]

The slight smell of smoke. The barely audible sound of something crackling beside her. Her project partner springs out of his seat in a frenzy. Lena whips her head to the left, gaze resting on a page of kindling newspaper. "Wait... how?!" Her incredulity doesn't last longer than a split second, her feline instincts whirring. The teenager shuffles out of her seat and swipes a cup of murky paint water, nearly dousing the small fire. The miniature cacophony attracts the attention of some students, and she flushes.[break][break]

"U-Umm..."[break][break]

She dreads moments like this, when more than a few pairs of eyes are on her.

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and we lived beneath the waves in our yellow submarine

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[Yoru Fureur]

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LENA LEE || love it!

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Landwalkers - sorry humans - were a weird bunch. Yet he had always been attracted to them. It was one of the reasons he always flew so close to that little island up until the day when he couldn't have flown anymore. But now things were a little more complex. Not only couldn't he fly, but he was now one of them. A human with a weird form that he couldn't control properly. Especially as his usual abilities were still intact. Juggling both sides had proven a big challenge for him. Also he still had trouble pronouncing his 'new' name - Yoru Fureur. Why couldn't he still be 'Toothless'. He liked that name. Not whatever abomination name this is. It was just as bad as that boy, 'Snotlout'.[break][break]

The people who ran this place had also sent him away to an Academy-like place. It really was similar to the few memories he had of a brand-new Dragon Training Academy that had been built on that Island just... without the dragons. A 'school' they kept calling it and he seemed to be of the age where he should attend. That wasn't event going into the fact that he could barely speak the human language nor read anything that was to be read. Plus the fact that he didn't understand the context?[break][break]

What in the world was he even doing there.[break][break]

Sitting in the room filled with all manner of paper and other knickknacks, Yoru had an itchy feeling in his nose. One that he remembered from a few time back in his world. Namely it happened in the cold or when too many specks of dirt got into his nose. Taking two huge breaths in, he let out a large sneeze. Which also set off one of his Plasma Blasts into the paper in front of him. Unfortunately instead of simply disappearing, the paper caught on fire. It didn't surprise Yoru but he did lean back slightly and stare at it for a few seconds before realizing that the humans probably wouldn't be used to seeing fire like this. That would be when a girl walked over and nearly stops the fire, so he just placed his hand atop it to completely stop the flames. It was simple enough considering he still retained all his dragon abilities... even if he had to hide his wings in places like this which seemed unreasonable to him.[break][break]

"Sorry." He looked up directly into her eyes, genuinely apologizing for his action. Seeing humans stunned or afraid... for some reason he didn't like it. "Not what was meant to happen. Will not again." Did he say that right? Maybe he should say something else at the end? No Hiccup wouldn't do that so... yes. That was right. He extended his hand to the girl without moving his gaze. "Yoru."

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[LENA LEE]

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[attr="class","blipstoplyric2"]And our friends are all aboard – many more of them live next door – and the band begins to play: We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. full speed ahead, mr. boatswain, full speed ahead. full speed ahead it is, sergeant.

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Lena is the quintessence of a wallflower. She sticks to walls... literally. Metaphorically. In every way possible.[break][break]

But why?[break][break]

She couldn't quite put a finger around it. For as long as her memory could stretch, she's been that one kid who fumbles with her sleeves and fades into the crowd. She's that one girl who stutters around unfamiliar faces, terrified of the judgment or disappointing others. If some version of herself from the future could ask her why, she'll jokingly assure them it's a feline's misfortune.[break][break]

Contrary to popular belief, it's not just the black cats who teetered over their remainder of nine lives.[break][break]

The boy to her left - was peculiarly unfazed by the brewing flame on his desk. He casually placed his palm over it and she gawked, all but protesting until the realization struck. As he pulled his hand away from the extinguished stack of charred newspaper, there was something unusual about his scent. He didn't smell like a typical human or any type of mundane animal she'd find around Earth. The first piece of the puzzle was some flaming mucus.[break][break]

Nonetheless, the feline wavered the thought, blaming it on her muddled mind. She sheepishly tucked her ears into her soft blonde curls, settling back into her chair. Fortunately, most of the others watching them resumed their own tasks.[break][break]

The boy turned to her and apologized, his grassy eyes reflecting sincerity. "No, don't apologize," Lena waved dismissively. She was surprised when the other outstretched his hand, with a cryptic "Yoru". "Yoru...?" Her fluffy ears perked at that. It didn't take long for her the realize he was introducing herself. With an internal snort and a nervous smile, she shook his hand. "I'm Lena."[break][break]

An awkward silence lingered, because as always, she had a knack for words. She all but returned to her work, only to stay put due to her nagging self consciousness. The boy, Yoru, was kind enough to introduce himself. She'd feel wrong to just ignore a decent person like that. She glanced at his arm and back at him, gesturing towards it. "Y-Your hand! Is it okay?" Her brows furrowed with concern.

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