Post by Akira Nakajima on Jan 6, 2014 14:03:00 GMT -5
School days were interesting days. This was a fact that would never change, no matter how uneventful the day itself might have been. Then again, silence was often a good thing, anyway. It allowed him to focus. See, it was easy coming into a position at a neutral zero, then building your way up. Cake walk to already start in the positives. These were the cases he was used to back in Japan. A good student council maintained everything appropriately, but the one her at Mosaic's high school, before he came along, was an utter shitshow.
Starting at zero was easy enough. Starting at negative-fifty was a pain in the ass. Despite having been there for a couple of months already, he was only just barely hitting the fields he had wanted to get on. The piles of filth left by the jerkass predecessor of his would still take some time, especially by himself. That was why he worked, even through lunch, without fail. See, the youth was a pervert, but he took his responsibilities very seriously. Chopsticks lifted cabbage to his lips. He mechanically fed himself from a small homemade lunch while he scanned documents and signed them when needed. To his immediate left was his lunchbox, which was constantly invaded by chopsticks. Further left were piles of documents already signed and organized. Directly in front of him was a document being looked over. Just past it, there were two stacks, one with signed papers, others to be rejected. Finally, over to the right, there was another stack of papers that still needed to be gotten to.
Considering that a single person was tackling that full load, it was impressive that he was making the progress that he was.
Now, Akira did have some plans for the day, even if he doubted whether or not they would slow him down. Applications to join the council were not too common, but they were not so rare to really call them uncommon. They were in the sort-of limbo just in between the two classifications. Anyway, the majority were rejected. Not that many had what he was looking for in potential members, and he wanted a fully capable team to help him steer the school back on the right path. If it were a neutral, or even positive, situation he was working with, he would have been more lenient with the applications, but he had no time to train people. He needed those capable of hitting the ground running.
That was why, when he received the few from the faculty office, he was particularly pleased to find an applicant with decent enough skills and motivation. While he was not just going to plant him into a position, he could perform a test run with the individual. The applicant? A David Moore. Utilizing teacher's notes to get a grasp on the individual before meeting with him, he determined that the male would either be a good member or a dangerous time bomb. Could've gone either way, and he needed time of direct observation to make a conclusion.
Munch-munch. Munch-munch! Of course, he sent word to be passed from the faculty to invite the young man to meet him at the Student Council Office. The times? Lunch, or after school. It was currently lunch, and on the first day of his message being sent. That was, in itself, a test. The boy had one week to meet with him. If he took longer than seven days, then it was unlikely it would be advantageous to add him. The sooner he came, the better his score would be.
Munch-munch. Munch-munch. Munch!
. . . that was some nice cabbage.
Starting at zero was easy enough. Starting at negative-fifty was a pain in the ass. Despite having been there for a couple of months already, he was only just barely hitting the fields he had wanted to get on. The piles of filth left by the jerkass predecessor of his would still take some time, especially by himself. That was why he worked, even through lunch, without fail. See, the youth was a pervert, but he took his responsibilities very seriously. Chopsticks lifted cabbage to his lips. He mechanically fed himself from a small homemade lunch while he scanned documents and signed them when needed. To his immediate left was his lunchbox, which was constantly invaded by chopsticks. Further left were piles of documents already signed and organized. Directly in front of him was a document being looked over. Just past it, there were two stacks, one with signed papers, others to be rejected. Finally, over to the right, there was another stack of papers that still needed to be gotten to.
Considering that a single person was tackling that full load, it was impressive that he was making the progress that he was.
Now, Akira did have some plans for the day, even if he doubted whether or not they would slow him down. Applications to join the council were not too common, but they were not so rare to really call them uncommon. They were in the sort-of limbo just in between the two classifications. Anyway, the majority were rejected. Not that many had what he was looking for in potential members, and he wanted a fully capable team to help him steer the school back on the right path. If it were a neutral, or even positive, situation he was working with, he would have been more lenient with the applications, but he had no time to train people. He needed those capable of hitting the ground running.
That was why, when he received the few from the faculty office, he was particularly pleased to find an applicant with decent enough skills and motivation. While he was not just going to plant him into a position, he could perform a test run with the individual. The applicant? A David Moore. Utilizing teacher's notes to get a grasp on the individual before meeting with him, he determined that the male would either be a good member or a dangerous time bomb. Could've gone either way, and he needed time of direct observation to make a conclusion.
Munch-munch. Munch-munch! Of course, he sent word to be passed from the faculty to invite the young man to meet him at the Student Council Office. The times? Lunch, or after school. It was currently lunch, and on the first day of his message being sent. That was, in itself, a test. The boy had one week to meet with him. If he took longer than seven days, then it was unlikely it would be advantageous to add him. The sooner he came, the better his score would be.
Munch-munch. Munch-munch. Munch!
. . . that was some nice cabbage.