Description: Objective: Locker of a wealthy Taiyo student. Obstacle: Owner of said locker. Alias: None. Summary: Caught in the midst of robbing Ichiro's locker by the star Lacrosse player, Ayame falls back on lying and manipulation instead of violence to get out of this one. Apparently Roberto has yet another crazy girl claiming to be his girlfriend now!
Idle hands are the Devil's tools, and in this case, that Devil /isn't/ Marise. Too many nights in a row without having a fight in that pit of hell that is the Seventh Circle and Ayame got bored. No missions from Elle, no gladiators in the arena. The week is slowing down for the girl. Which means it's time to get back to her old antics.
Nothing says adrenaline rush like making a scene at one of Southtown's High Schools. Upping the ante is the ante is the fact that Roberto has put posters up all around Taiyo high /warning/ students of the girl, along with a picture of her taken after he bested her in a fight. Well, no pesky posters are going to keep Ayame away! The unfortunate soccer player is going to be unpleasantly surprised to find his transcript for last quarter reports all failing grades with his test scores zeroed out completely. She warned him he'd regret messing with her!
But then there's another challenge that's been on the back of her mind for a while now. Taiyo High isn't really known for its wealthy students because frankly, it doesn't have many. Those with money are usually at Justice, Pacific, and Seijyun. But there is one student loose enough with his family's wealth that word has gotten around about him. Ichiro Oe, star player of the lacrosse team. Word has it he freely throws around the substantial money he carries on him regularly. In Ayame's book, that makes him a mark.
Sneaking around the campus, she's done some of her homework in figuring out Ichiro's schedule or at least getting a good enough feel for it to know when to make her move. The scene of the crime is the boy's locker room. The time? Right during Lacrosse practice when Ayame expects all the players to be busy training out on the fields. The target? Ichiro's locker. A couple of lock picks are slipped out of the leather wrist guard on her left arm as the girl looks at the locker intently. "Let's see what'cha got," she smirks, leaning forward to start prying at the lock, forcing the pins into position with expert speed.
"Crap. Crapcrapcrap," Ichiro mutters to himself as he trots off of the practice field, his netted crosse leaning over his shoulder as he makes his way towards the locker room. "Mother is going to kill me if I miss another appointment," he tells chastises himself. "I'll just slip in for a quick shower and change. I can make up time on the ride over. No big deal."
Reaching down to pry off his cleats one by one as he pushes open the door to the large locker room, the young captain kicks off his footwear in the middle of the floor and rips off his pads and undershirt, which he drops to the ground unceremoniously. The rest of the team should still be practicing for another hour or so, so there's not really any need to be tidy. Somewhat oblivious to his surroundings due to his haste, the normally laid back young man slips off his mesh shorts and socks, leaving them in a pile near the shower, then finally finishes up by slipping off his briefs and tossing them over in the direction of his locker, located on the other side of the room from the door. Alone or no, leaving your undergarments lying on the ground just doesn't seem right.
"Ack, cold..." Ichiro says through gritted teeth as he twists the shower handle and the water starts to flow. "Damn. Forgot the soap," he groans as he turns and begins to prance his way to his locker as one only does when walking on cold tile with wet feet.
Wait... what was that noise?
One pin in place, two pins in place... Ayame sighs. Five pin locks are a bit of a pain. Cheaper three-pin locks take only seconds. But these doors are a bit better than that! Third pin falls into place as the girl hears the sound of someone who isn't expected. Freezing perfectly still for a moment, she tries to judge the direction the new arrival is headed so that she can plan accordingly.
Attentive ears gather the sound of clothing being shed. Well, that's interesting. But what would one expect in a locker room after all? Ayame rolls her eyes as she slips the lock picks out of the lock and slides them beneath the wristguard on her left arm. She doesn't go anywhere though. She's not scared of some High School kid. The boy'll probably so embarrassed if he comes across her, talking her way out of anything would be a breeze! Speaking of breeze - The girl sidesteps the flying briefs, eyebrow twitching slightly. Was he aiming for her?
And then Ichiro starts on his way toward his locker, Ayame hearing the verbal cue of him needing to get some soap out of it. Okay, she can handle this! The lock picks hidden, the girl lays her hand down on the handle of Ichiro's locker and starts shaking it up and down as if seeming to have trouble with it. Her attention stays focused on the metal panel, her mind already queueing a whole assortment of lies and half-truths to deal with any interference.
Hopping across the tile floor as he turns the corner of the locker bay where his own locker is located, Ichiro's eyes grow wide in surprise and maybe a little fear as he spots a cute girl in a short skirt fiddling with his locker. "Yaa!" the young man cries out as he attempts to put on the breaks and skid to a stop. Instead, Oe's legs go sprawling through the air as his feet slide out from under him and he lands on his back bodily.
"Oof...nnnnh..." Ichiro groans as he lays on his back, slightly dazed. "Wha...?" he asks groggily before glancing down at his exposed lap area and being shocked back into his senses. "What are you doing in here?!" Ichiro asks a little more shrilly than he would have liked to in this sort of situation, scrambling up to his feet once more and preserving his modesty with both hands. "I mean... Hey, that's my locker..." he informs the girl after clearing his throat and lowering his voice an octave.
As the Taiyo student rounds the corner, Ayame doesn't seem to pay him any mind, letting him slide to a stop and fail in the process! "Che," the girl grunts, sounding annoyed, turning to glance toward Ichiro as he lands on his back in order to see what it is she's dealing with here. Oh of all the bad luck, it's the youth who /owns/ this locker that happens across her.
Looking away instantly, cheeks turning red as she gasps, sounding shocked. "O-oh, sorry, I-" she stammers, hand coming up to her mouth as the girl seems every bit the picture of sheepish right now. "This is yours?" she glances to the side again after the student has righted himself and taken to covering himself with his hands. Looking away again to stare in the other direction, the girl shakes her head, "Aah... So sorry, so sorry. I, it's just, I thought that-"
She rubs her hands together, kneading her fingers nervously before brushing her hands against her skirt as if to dry them off. "My boyfriend, Roberto, asked me to get his things from his locker for him. He had to go home sick earlier today, but he told me he left his door ajar and asked that I get his science text for him." Ayame sighs, shoulders slouching a little as she turns her back to Ichiro completely, folding her arms in front of her.
"Pardon the disruption. Please don't tell anyone, okay? I just need to figure out which locker is his and I'll be out of here before anyone else knows! Sorry it looked like I was trying to open yours... I think I got the numbers mixed up." she giggles girlishly.
"Oh! Uh... I thought I recognized you from somewhere..." Ichiro says somewhat absently, attempting to place her face somewhere, his own face rather red himself. "Roberto, huh?" Ichiro asks as he tip-toes over to his tighty-whities as her back is turned. "You go to Seijyun right? Wait no... Justice?" he asks as he slips on the briefs as nonchalantly as he can manage at this point, even managing to crack a smile as she giggles. "I, uh... I think his locker is over here," he informs Ayame, pointing at another locker on the opposite wall, pretending not to be insecure walking around in nothing but his underwear. "I didn't know Roberto was sick... I thought I remember seeing him in class later on in the day..."
Well, there are the posters Roberto put around. Ayame is really banking on the hope that either no one really looks at those or that Ichiro isn't even comfortable enough to look at her close enough to recognize her either way. Though it sounds like something might be jogging his memory for a moment - but her worry is eased when he starts to guess what school she belongs to. "Y-yeah," she stammers, neither confirming nor denying which of the campuses she attends.
The girl glances over her shoulder toward Ichiro as he attempts to direct her toward the star soccer player's locker. "Thanks," she grins easily, resting one of her hands behind her beribboned head. But then he has to go and comment on the fact that he had seen Roberto not too long ago. "Really?" the girl replies, sounding quite surprised, looking away once more. "Uh, that's, huh. Well, um. I'll just, ah, go get his book. Sorry again about the disruption!" Steps forward are taken and the girl slips over to roughly where Ichiro was indicating, hand coming up to rest a finger against her bottom lip as she looks the doors open.
Picking one at random, "I think I remember now," she comments, pulling on the handle that refuses to open. "Ah, drat. Well, guess it isn't unlocked after all. Guess I'll be on my way!" she states, turning around and staring at Ichiro now... Looks like she's trying to get /him/ to go away.
"Uhh... Hmm. Someone must have seen it open and closed it for him..." Ichiro muses as Ayame tries the door, scratching the back of his head uncomfortably as he stands there in his skivvies. "So..." he says uncomfortably as she stares at him. Taking a few steps over to his own locker, Oe unlocks it and pulls out a towel and a bar of soap. "...I gotta finish my shower..." he adds, tossing the towel over his shoulder. "...and, uh... you probably shouldn't be in here while... I mean... Roberto probably wouldn't appreciate that, you know?" he finishes with a wry grin as he locks up his locker.
Ayame seems remarkably attentive as Ichiro goes through his locker to retrieve the soap, likely trying to get a sense of what she'd even get out of robbing the locker at this point. Or maybe she's just admiring the physically fit lacrosse player!
"Yeah, all right," the girl grins back. He seems more comfortable with this situation than she had anticipated. Thwarted by just really bad luck, the girl begins to refactor the risks of sticking around for much longer. It's possible more students might come by and what was supposed to be a quick theft might turn into something a lot bigger. She's been trying to avoid giant scuffles at High Schools ever since the school wide battle she had with a particularly rugged Pacific High shop teacher.
"Well, I'll seeya around... Ichiro," the girl states, turning away from the student as she weighs sticking around for a little bit longer just to test her luck. Oh, hey, look at that, she recognizes him. Must be because he's that famous star player 'n all!
Breathing in, Ayame scoots for the door to make a discrete exit as possible. He's off the hook this time, but that doesn't mean she's given up on finding out just how rich he really is some OTHER time. In the back of her mind she can't help but be amused at the thought of Ichiro mentioning her to Roberto as his 'girlfriend'. If he does, so much the better. That soccer player better know she hasn't given up messing up his life either. Even if in his case that means taking a number.
A puzzled look crosses Ichiro's face as Ayame mentions his name, but it soon fades away. Most likely because he arrived to the very conclusion that Ayame was hoping that he would. "Ah, yeah... see ya, uh..." I guess he didn't catch her name, did he? "See ya," he says with a shrug and a smile. Yeah, once the initial shock wore off he seemed to get a little more comfortable. It's not like he has much to be ashamed of, standing in his underwear, he's an athlete, after all. Chuckling as the girl runs off, Ichiro glances back at the shower the teen's face suddenly falls into a scowl. "Damn! The appointment!" he shouts as he rushes for the shower, almost slipping yet again before regaining his balance and tearing off his briefs once more.
Log created on 22:55:41 12/05/2007 by Ayame, and last modified on 12:48:13 12/06/2007.