Paix et calme [Echizen/Izumi]

Another day, another lunchtime, and yet another case of Izumi hiding herself yet again.
The rooftop? Too busy and windy. The cafeteria? The hallways? Too noisy, no need to go there at all. There was.. however, a nice secluded spot on the second floor of the building, an empty classroom of the upperclassmen, thankfully one of the teachers gave Izumi permission to effectively hide in there provided she didn't make any messes.

As Izumi approached, she constantly checked her surroundings, to make sure she wasn't being followed. The last thing she really wanted was to be followed in by another student, let alone bump into an upperclassman, seeing as Izumi just felt extremely off about them.
Just.. more peace and quiet was needed. She wasn't annoyed or anything, just seemingly not too much in the mood today, having barely spoken or added to anything in today's theater class session.
So... what was she exactly bothering about today? Annoyance? Dissatisfaction with other things? 

There were a lot of things on Izumi's mind, mostly pertaining to the fact that she hadn't come forth with her plans, or really the lack of friends.
How many now? One? One and a half if Satou-san wasn't too uncomfortable with speaking to her? The other girls, they were nice, yes... but Izumi wasn't too keen on just throwing herself at a bunch of strangers, and had a habit of getting incredibly anxious, or even being unable to speak at times.

Quietly entering the room, she took a quick glance around, breathing a sigh of relief as she quietly shut the door behind herself, before heading towards a desk in the middle of the room, again looking around before setting her backpack down, sitting down, and placing her head gently on the desk, closing her eyes and just listening to the muffled ensemble of typical school noise.

What else was there to think about? Izumi couldn't exactly remember what there was.
Was thinking so hard about thinking even worth it? She just kept going in circles, constantly repeating the same cycle of not speaking, being slightly annoyed, or just hiding herself away.
It felt to her like nothing was being achieved at this point.

Oh well, did it matter too much at this point?

Letting out a low groan, she sat up a bit, and looked at the classroom's door, watching the other students pass by.
She then placed her head against the desk yet again, and closed her eyes.

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for Izumi Shiraishi

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Echizen waited patiently, sipping a water bottle from her perch near the vending machine until the hallway emptied once again and another round of classes began. There were a few empty rooms available in the theatre building at any given time, all Echizen had to do was pick one. She walked slowly, the click of her heels echoing softly down the hall. She came to a stop by a room that seems rather empty from her vantage point, slipping quietly inside and closing the door behind her before turning to look again. She'd wanted an escape from the hustle and bustle of class and crowd, a brief respite before she went off to work and then dinner out in downtown. The solitude of an empty classroom would have given her time to think and process.

She turned and jumped slightly, gripping the strap of her bag as she eyed the other student in the room. No one else was in the space, and there were no materials at the lectern, which led Echizen to assume the other student had the same plan as herself. In fact, the girl at the desk looked to be quite asleep at the moment, although Echizen wasn't completely sure. She cleared her throat softly before asking, "Is there a class in here that I'm intruding on?" She kept her voice at a normal volume, not wanting to disturb the girl but still needing an answer to her question.

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Izumi, in her mood had managed to nod off, quietly snoring for a few moments, and then abruptly stopping.
Hearing the door open, along with someone else having entered, did surprise her, but it was only natural this very thing was going to happen anyway.

Izumi slowly, and quietly moved her head upwards, before sitting upright, an eye open as she turned her head towards the source of the voice, at a slight tilt.

Many things could've been done, as Izumi was in a more of a sour mood compared to her usual, almost silent self.
But first impressions were a good practice to make, and so it was best to not pull something along the lines of grabbing her bag, and leaving without a single word, as convenient and efficient that could be.

Her blue eye observed for a few moments, before she raised a hand to wave to this unfamiliar face.
"Aaaah... hi- hello. I.. had permission to sit in here, just on the strict ruling that I do not cause any damages, or create any messes, so on.. I trust those rules are commonplace in this establishment and in common sense anyhow."
Her tone hushed, somewhat sleepy sounding and whatnot, an attempt was made at not seeming like she had been anywhere near the threshold of falling asleep.

What Izumi said, didn't really answer her fellow student's question, so she'd speak again, a little more clearly now, without the sleepiness she had. Quickly checking that her uniform wasn't in any messy state, she'd speak afterwards.
"No, you aren't intruding on any classes right now. I do have a habit of arriving early, but there's no classes booked in this room for the time being."
She gave a small smile, shy.

As someone else was in the classroom with here, she may as well be sociable at least.
"I won't pry into your business, but I don't believe we've met before? I am Shiraishi Izumi, it's nice to meet you."
The third year student wasn't too good with remembering her fellow students, save for a handful who she'd actually bothered to engage in conversation with.

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Echizen exhaled in a brief showing of relief. Trying to find a spot on campus that was secluded enough between classes to buy her some time to breathe was difficult enough, and she dreaded having to resume the search. She sinks into a seat and breathes out heavily. Her back sinks against the wall from her seat as she turns her eyes towards the girl. "Hayashi Echizen. I'm a first year." She waves her hand dismissively. "I'm studying in the theatre program to learn more about modeling, which... means I spend most of my day around a lot of really loud people." She slumps down again. "It's nice to find someone quiet to talk to every now and then."

Echizen takes out a planner and leafs through it to find her day's schedule. "Busy day... are you usually here by yourself at this hour, Shiraishi-san?" She slides the small book back into her bag and rests her chin in her hand, elbow propped up on the desk. "I might join you for some quiet, if that's alright."

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"Yes, yes."
Izumi twice nodded in quick approval, her smile growing slightly.

Well, meeting someone else could almost always be a positive experience, provided it went steadily. Hayashi-san seemed polite, just like the others Izumi had met so far. Another underclassman, too. It did make Izumi wonder where those above her were, otherwise those in the school year of Misha and Izumi herself were supposed to be role models. It did make her think for a brief moment, just what those in the years below exactly thought of her.

Reassuringly enoough, it was going excellently, nothing that had managed to catch her off-guard, and so Hayashi-san's arrival wasn't going to send her into a brief shock of sorts.

It was starting to get increasingly less difficult to her by now, along with maintaining a conversation. Conversing with Misha-chan, about whatever, and whenever was now paying off, it seemed. Izumi didn't feel as nervous, yet still somewhat nervous when beginning a conversation with someone who she'd just met.


"Of course, you're welcome to join me.. I'm not too good at making myself known in the theatre course at all. I tend to somewhat hide in the background of almost everything, but I do yearn to have a central role in something in the future, and hope it's something I can put my heart into.. Just what it may be, is a mystery to myself."
Meeting new people was always welcome, preferably when it wasn't during a class session, or situation that Izumi was trying to get out of. Here was fine enough, during Izumi's sort-of nap.

"As for the time of day, you are correct, Hayashi-san. I do tend to prefer a moderate amount of peace and quiet when it comes to my free time, but I am more than open to meeting others such as yourself. Of course, I won't bother prying if you just want to rest more than anything else."

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Echizen stares at Izumi for a long while, to the point where it almost becomes awkward, before suddenly blurting out. "Have you ever considered modeling stuff?" Her expression is dead serious. "I'm a model. It's what I came here to study under an individualized curriculum plan, but you don't ever have to consider it as a job or anything. Even just posing in stuff you like in your room can be fun. It's like taking center stage and the background at the same time."

Echizen's face brightens. "Like, think about it! When was the last time you watched a runway show and went 'Oh the model is so pretty,' at every girl instead of 'oh that dress is gorgeous!' You don't, right? Because that's part of the point of modeling, we want to put the clothes out first, so all the things we do are set up around displaying the clothes." She waves her hands in front of her body. "I don't mean that you should like, consider it as a career..." She scratches her cheek with one finger. "I dunno. You just said you wanted to be in the center of something you could put your heart into and like... well who doesn't get into the clothes they love to wear, ya know? Could be fun practice for your starring role someday."

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Perhaps? It was a step in a different, yet not so unfamiliar direction.
But if there was a chance...
Why not take it? Missed opportunities were not something Izumi wished to have.

She nodded, zoning out a little just before.
"Well, I've never exactly considered being a model for anything, however if you phrase it like that, I believe I'd be interested in giving it a try if it's possible, I'd appreciate it very much if you could help or guide me on that, Hayashi-san."
Recalling back to previous experiences with cameras, she paused.
"..I'm not too well versed in anything, let alone modelling. As for being photogenic, it's something I could really work on. As for dealing with others, I'll have to work on that with time and experience, surely."

Focusing back in on Hayashi-san, she stared for a few moments before speaking again.
"And, if things were to go well enough, I'd be very grateful."
The most Izumi could offer was her thanks, even if Hayashi-san and her had only just met out of sheer coincidence, returning a favor would be more than good enough, surely?
It just depended on what that favor would be. Although, she could just think about it later. Food? That was always good enough in Izumi's perspective.

She raised her voice, speaking up.
"But, where would we start off with it? It's not that easy to surely get into the whole appeal of modelling, no? It took a lot of convincing to get into the theatre course here.."

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Echizen waved her hand nonchalantly. "It's not necessarily getting into modeling itself. The modeling world can be pretty mean at times." She scratched the back of her neck, flipping through images on her phone. It'd probably be easier to explain why she'd considered it beneficial with some form of visual aide. A focused sigh left Echizen before she got up and walked over to Izumi's seat. "Here. These are some photos I took from a couple shoots last year." She sets the phone on the desk, holding onto one of her arms so the other hand was free to scroll the photos. "It's a little like acting, I guess. Choosing an expression and pose that's right for each outfit. I don't think it'd be a bad way to think about being in character is more what I meant."

She rolled over a couple more photos, pointing out differences in posture and expression here and there. "I don't think it's something that you need to do if you don't want to. I'm just a little pushy and really wanted a friend I could talk to about modeling." She chuckled rather sheepishly, picking her phone back up. "It'd be pretty hard to practice modeling with only selfies. I just got ahead of myself and didn't think about your resources." She frowned at Izumi. "But you did say something I disagree with, Shiraishi-san. You said that you're not really well versed in anything..." Echizen stared directly at Izumi's, a very serious expression on her face. "I've known you for less than half an hour and you're already infinitely easier to talk to than most of the students I've met in the halls and class. Being nice isn't easy, and neither is talking about your dreams with someone you just met. You seem like you're good at plenty of things, including being a friend." A soft smile spreads over Echizen's lips.

"So whaddaya say? Wanna be friends with some random, pushy model?" She holds her phone out to Izumi, a blank page for a new contact open.

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Izumi's first response was to pull out her own phone. However, it was turned off, so she held the button down, looking back up at Hayashi-san as she waited for it to boot up, however tedious that would be.
"Right. I'm serious about this, so. Yes, Hayashi-san. We can be friends. Just.. let me get this phone on firstly. I don't have it on for long since I didn't think I'd need it on, sorry!"
Her tone was less hesitant this time, confident.

"Was.. that a bit too dramatic? Sorry, Shirayama-san has her concerns about.. various notions of mine."
She gave a slight, nervous chuckle, eyes flicking down to the ever so slow phone in her hands, and back to Hayashi-san.
"Also! That'd make you another friend, which would be.. I don't have many friends besides Shirayama-san."
She smirked, the phone in her hands making an audible buzzing noise as it powered up fully, showing a lock screen of Izumi and an older looking woman that resembled her. Quickly tapping her passcode in, she went to the appropriate screen to find her number.
Not directly taking the phone out of Hayashi-san's hand, she only typed her number in, and saved it under the contact name of 'Shiraishi Izumi'.

"Thank you, Hayashi-san. I'm available most of the time if you want to chat, usually when I'm not studying, I just tend to go for a run or sleep in if I don't think I have anything else better to do. I'm not very proactive. So, feel free to contact me whenever. I should respond quickly enough. Or you can always knock, I don't suppose Shirayama-san would mind, in fact I think she'd be happy enough that I'm making friends."
She nodded, silence following as she blinked in silence, trying to think of something else to say.

"Oh, and we could learn something from each other, possibly. I'm open to help you out if you feel you need me for anything."