Sophia Ashcroft
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Post by Sophia Ashcroft on Oct 12, 2015 10:01:03 GMT
Her pen clicked once. The lines of notes became more abundant as she switched her glance between one sheet to six others. There were neat photos clipped from printed news articles, particularly from stories dating back a year or two.
That's all they were to people. Just stories. But to her, they were her keys to the kingdom. Each paragraph shed light upon these individuals and it just enough to see what sort of secrets they had. No one gets into Hope's Peak Academy without having some sort of woven tale. This place was filled with opportunities. Each person had something that she could reveal to the world. Although, some people had bigger things to hide. Yes. She was gunning for the big game.
The list grew longer as each minute passed. Her beautiful writing had no flaw. Each name was written carefully with precision.
Ryuu Sasaki, Super High School Level Strategist.
A very valuable title. It carries a lot of weight for someone who hasn't graduated yet. Why is it important to nurture such a title? She would keep an eye on him.
Jun Yamazaki, Super High School Level Young Detective
Another detective in the mix. The previous one had quite an impressive case as a young child. It would be foolish to dismiss one in favor of the other. She would keep tabs on both individuals. They might prove to be useful in the future.
Asher Black, Super High School Level Heir
She could smell money off of this kid. Money was power, especially during this day of age. She'll look further in the family affairs. Perhaps she might scrounge up some family secrets in the process.
Haruka Kobayashi, Super High School Level Student Council President
She could not skip this person. There were stories about this girl. She heard some other students whispering about her no-nonsense approach to school affairs. A person who carries themselves well in front of the student body must have something up their sleeves. The scar tells it all.
Souta Kagetane, Super High School Level Big Brother
How strange. Her initial thoughts were to ignore this person, but she did the research. His talent was actually a position. He was another gangster, albeit a powerful one. Not as powerful as the other person, but he had authority. This means he must have connections to organized crime. This could be her next big story. But, what family does he represent? She must watch him and the other person. They might have some sort of connection.
She pressed her thumb against the end of her cheap mechanical pen, clicking it three times. So far, the list had some worthwhile names on it. There was more out there on campus, but she needed more time to look through the names and add faces to them. It was almost time for lunch and she could go for some water. The air was humid here in Japan. She could almost feel her soft, white skin getting sticky. Lord knows she could go for another cool shower.
The time had finally come. Her father called it chow time. To the Journalist, it was a chance to get to know the people, the potential subjects of her reports. She pulled the shoulder strap of her messenger bag higher, keeping it close to her person. Her sharp eyes jumping from one student to another, seeing if anyone was of interest. No luck so far. Maybe they prefer solitude over this... social place.
She don't blame them.
The girl walked over to the counter filled with food. There was so much to choose from. One of the perks of attending a prestigious high school. You can never be dissatisfied with the food. She took up a bento box as advised by her cultural mentor. The only thing her teacher didn't know was that she was accustomed to Asia. By extension, she was familiar with Japan. Thanks mom and dad.
Once she had picked out her lunch, Sophia turned around to take another view of the cafeteria. No one so far--- wait.
Right there past a group of guys.
If she remembered correctly, then he was important. Who would have figured he ate among his peers? She had to take this opportunity. Who knows when another will come up to her. The Journalist walked past a few tables, carrying the bento box with both hands firmly. She saw a few faces that were popular on campus as she walked.
That girl with the horns. She was famous for her music. She remembered that her brother couldn't stop fawning over her. Then again, he had a thing for Japanese girls--
No. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop. You're not here to reminiscence.
She took a moment and stood silently. One. Two. Three. Okay. Reset.
She continued onward with a casual pace. Once she had reached the table, the Journalist looked to the person sitting across the table.
Seiko Mukai, Super High School Level Politician.
"Good afternoon. Do you mind if I sit here with you?" tagged: @seiko || word count: 840 || notes: sorry for it being so long |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2015 19:00:39 GMT
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[attr="class","vpostb"] [attr="class","vpostbg"]Seiko Mukai was not the type of person one would think would eat among the ‘lower class’ or the ‘peers’. However, it was important for him to be visible at all times, and appear as the common man. The common man tended to get the most votes, and be reelected to office. Seiko was the face for many a politician that had gotten elected, and earned his title through getting others elected, and even getting elected himself several times despite being underage. Loopholes were a very powerful tool, and one that he would use to their full extent.
Even though Seiko preferred to keep the company of those who would be more important in the future, the common man was just as important. If anyone could call these people ‘common’, of course. The reason he agreed to come to Hope’s Peak Academy was so he could find those who would rule the world one day, and even if he didn’t like them, become their friend. If he could get endorsements from popular singers, actors, military folks, then the media would eat it all up. The true common man would hear it from those they trust and admire: Vote Seiko Mukai.
However, being a politician had its downfalls. Seiko had to be as clean as possible, with no dirt in his past, or his life in general. He needed to find a wife in order to look more presentable to the majority (though staying single for now was a plus seeing as the single girls who liked him would swoon over him if he was just the right amount of charming), he would have to avoid any ugly affairs, else he would have to work hard to cover it up and bribe people in order to bury the secrets. He already had enough secrets in the past he preferred to stay buried, and therefore did not need any extra work if it came to affairs or getting arrested or doing drugs or drinking or anything society would look down on.
After all, he didn’t even know who his true parents were, and if they would ruin his future if someone discovered who they were. Or even if his true parents were higher ups and would help with his career.
Seiko was eating his lunch at a table as he watched those who would help him earn higher and higher positions, those who would help him make a change in this world, when someone walked up to him, and asked if she could sit in front of him. He grinned a charming little smile and made a small gesture with his hand offering her the seat. “Go right ahead.” After just a moment, his mind connected the face to the name.
Sophia Ashcroft. Investigative Journalist. The media.
Seiko did not know everyone’s names, but he committed several to memory. Hers was one of them. The media was the ultimate power in politics. If they were on his side, he could easily sway everyone’s minds to his point of view. If they were against him, they could ruin the election. He hated the vultures, but they were a necessary evil in order to get what he needed to get done, done.
“You’re Sophia Ashcroft, aren’t you? My name is Seiko Mukai. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” It was a half-lie, seeing that Seiko did not like the media, but also knew that they, and by extension she, were important and necessary to getting elected.
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Sophia Ashcroft
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Posts: 8
Age: Sixteen
Year: Three
Talent: Journalist
Alias: Moxxie
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Post by Sophia Ashcroft on Oct 13, 2015 3:45:06 GMT
She heard his words and saw his hand, made with a slight smile. He knew how good he had to present himself, especially in this school. Appearance was very important. So, she lowered herself into a simple bow and very carefully placed her bento box upon the table. Once she settled neatly into her chair, she straightened her posture and patted down her skit beneath the polished surface. She even aligned her bento box to run parallel with the edges of table. But, the Sophia did not lift a finger for the lid of that black tin container.
Instead, she chose to sit there with both hands upon her lap. Closing her eyes, the girl lowered her head for a moment. Not many did this sort of thing in public. Not anymore. Amen.
“You’re Sophia Ashcroft, aren’t you? My name is Seiko Mukai. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The Journalist opened her sharp brown eyes. A pleasure? There will be no pleasure from this conversation. Not even their first social contact was considered a blessing. It was bound to happen in the strictest sense of business. You never mix business with pleasure. But, she knew what the politician meant behind that quaint smile. He had to be silver-tongued devil to be in politics. There was no truth in his line of work.
"Yes am I." she affirmed, "I am not surprised you know of me. A politician with national recognition must be informed at all times. Even in the face of the media."
Sophia proceeded to lift her hands over the black tin container, gingerly placing her fingers beneath the edge of the lid and lifted it with ease. She then set the lid aside without it being crooked or carelessly placed. Everything had to be perfect.
"Forgive me if I sound professional. I do not have many chances at speaking Japanese in a casual place." She offered a small smile in return. Good. Your smile is quite practiced. Sophia pulled forth the glossy chopsticks that came with her lunch and glanced back to Seiko.
"I hear every meal course is prepared by a aspiring chef. To think a single student made this is quite a talent. Do you think so?"
She started off with idle chit-chat. It was only proper to do so between two people whose professions either worked perfectly well or ended in disaster. The Journalist will not let this end as the latter.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2015 21:38:48 GMT
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[attr="class","vpostb"] [attr="class","vpostbg"]Seiko watched as Sophia Ashcroft closed her eyes before eating. It was an interesting action, something most people did not do in public anymore. It was something that would help him define her personally, rather than professionally. Seiko never underestimated the effect of appealing to someone on a personal level, even if in a professional setting. Every setting was professional for him. Even when he was behind closed doors, because somehow that would become public too. Everything that he did everyone would know about, even if no one was around. It was a similar to the life of a pop star or celebrity, where nothing was private, everything was free game.
That was why he disliked the media. They were vultures picking at him, waiting for him to show any weakness before diving down and picking out the various bits of flesh until he fell over, his career dead. No, he wouldn’t let that happen. He was just going to be incredibly careful, and not do anything that would get him in trouble. His current known past helped him be inspirational to others. A boy abandoned and raised in an orphanage, built up to become one of the greatest leaders of their time. He had risen so far, he wouldn’t let anyone get in his way and push him back down.
Especially not the media, the vultures that they were. He was going to use them against his enemies, use them to push him higher than he had been, even though he was quite a young boy right now. He wanted to change the world, he wanted to save the world from itself, he wanted to make the world the best place, and the only way he could do that was to be a politician, and not stand idly by as a figure head. He would use the power he gained to craft the world in his vision.
Seiko listened carefully to each word that she said, studying them in order to know her a little better, so he knew which buttons he could press that would get a favorable result instead of burning him. Study first, then the buttons came next. “You never know what will be asked. In order to make policy, one must be informed on all issues, and know each figure who can either help or hurt your position in this world. The media is highly important.” It was again, true, seeing as he did not voice his opinion on the media itself. Seiko was an expert at knowing how to avoid questions he did not want to answer, while also appearing as though he was answering the question, much like how he could hide his true opinion on the media, including the woman sitting in front of him right now.
He was sure that Sophia Ashcroft was a nice person, but he couldn’t help but dislike the fact she was a journalist. An Investigative Journalist to say the least. Which meant she would poke around in his life, something he preferred if people would stay out of. Alas that was the price he would have to pay for change.
“Don’t worry, Sophia,” Seiko assured her with a tone of friendly acceptance, “I’m sure as you spend more time here you will get used to a more casual setting.” Seiko was used to sounding professional most of the time, seeing as even in a social situation, he was always in a professional mode. He couldn’t have his future voters believing him unprofessional, but he also was careful to not sound too professional, lest he might seem too professional to the world, and therefore much more untrustworthy. He was a politician and that did not help him at all when it came to establishing trust.
“I believe that the cook is quite accomplished,” Seiko replied with a curt nod. “As is everyone here. The best and the brightest all assembled in the same place is a wonderful chance I would not give up for anything in the world. That is not to say that the general populace is not also talented in their own way either.” After all, he couldn’t have to telling the population that he thought it was a burden to hang around those who weren’t ‘ultimates’. He wanted to make it clear that while the cook and everyone else here was talented, that did not make them more important than everyone else.
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Sophia Ashcroft
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Posts: 8
Age: Sixteen
Year: Three
Talent: Journalist
Alias: Moxxie
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Post by Sophia Ashcroft on Oct 25, 2015 20:01:09 GMT
"We owe it to the people for our success. Our talents mean nothing without them and Hope's Peak Academy." Sophia plucked a carrot from her black bento box and prudently ate it with small chews. Once she was done, the Journalist placed her chopsticks down and glanced towards the other students with a calculated expression. "I'm afraid there are a few individuals who would not agree to my opinion; those whom I assume care little of the general populace."
The names scrolled down one by one in her head. All the names written down upon her notebook just moments ago in a classroom she paid little attention to. Call it a gut feeling or instinct, but Sophia was certain they were culprits of misdeeds. Everyone came all walks of life, yet these individuals had no passion for human life or hope. They needed to see the light of their actions, to owe up to the troubles they caused others in order to become successful in life. Hope's Peak Academy guaranteed such an outcome; she would make sure of it.
She casually looked back to Seiko, a face filled with a silent determination. "I believe you know of whom I speak of. The people who would betray the trust of the people in order to increase their standing in the world. The people who use underhanded tactics to favor their lucrative positions with power that should not be used lightly. The people who make this world... insufferable."
Sophia make it quite clear of what she might by that word. The tone of her voice at the very end of her last sentence seethed with brooding sense of justice.
"Is it in our place to make the world a better place?"
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