Prenant un rythme tranquille, elle descendit les escaliers, se sentant mieux maintenant qu'elle fumait. Il n'y avait aucune hésitation ou délibération dans ses pas, pas après tout le temps qu'elle avait passé à utiliser les pieds de prothèse. Il est vrai qu'elle a encore trébuché ou est tombée de temps en temps, mais au moins elle n'était pas trop consciente de ses jambes maintenant. Sauf que peut-être elle aurait l'air grosse dans certains jeans.
Rumming dans son sac, elle a sorti une boîte de Pocky, et en a sorti quelques bâtons.
"Tu veux que je les regarde? J'ai dû rater le cours de l'après-midi à cause des préparatifs de bataille contre Kaisemorde.
*crunch*
Junko a l'air vide pendant un moment, croquant sur le bâton de Pocky. C'était la première chose qu'elle entendait quand elle descendait les escaliers, et la première chose qu'elle voyait était Invincible Warrior et Sakura ensemble. Ce n'était pas si difficile de se connecter dans son esprit, deux personnes se tenant près, et l'homme invincible voulait les voir. Les garçons seront des garçons.
"Yo, je n'interrompais rien, n'est-ce pas?" Junko a sorti un autre bâton de Pocky et l'a mis dans sa bouche et a murmuré "...les gens sont sûrs de flirter en plein air..."
Un développement intéressant; elle ne savait jamais que Warrior Boy avait en lui pour attraper une fille comme Sakura de tous les gens. Et sur la même note, Sakura avait un mauvais goût chez les hommes. Non pas qu'elle, Junko, ne savait rien de l'amour. Peut-être la compagnie; elle en avait beaucoup dans le Faucon Bleu, mais certainement pas l'amour. Elle savait que l'amour faisait sauter un des Blue Falcon d'une fenêtre du quatrième étage dans une piscine pour impressionner sa fille, mais peut-être tout ce café et cette bière qu'il avait entaché plus tôt.
"Ah, c'est vrai! Sakura, aide-moi encore pour les exercices, s'il te plaît? Je n'ai pas tout à fait compris ce que le professeur a dit." C'était vrai, mais elle n'a pas mentionné qu'elle rêvait surtout dans la conférence de Mutou.
Name:Nakurumi Junko (Last Name, First Name format)
Gender: Grill
Sexuality: All of them.
Age: 18
Appearance:

Personality: Cheerful as heck, but has a rebellious streak to her. Which was one of the reason she took up smoking, though other factors also contributed. Doesnt care much for social norms, trending things, or whatever else, only those she finds really noteworthy and necessary. Those flashy new phones aren't something she'd be interested in, but a laptop that actually functions and does all the things she wants her laptop to do would be bought in an instant.
However, her lack of thoughts for social norms may put off some people, and her quick temper helped none. She had been known to be in a few brawls before as well. Junko is very protective of anyone she considers friends or close to her.
Skills: Cooking, athletics, baths, swimming, avoiding tough subjects, punching people, listening to rants without actually listening and still appear attentive, and fixing toasters.
Bio: Before she was in another school, being the delinquent student she was now, even if she had good grades and wasn't actually missing any of the classes. Junko had a tendency to generate strange rumors about herself due to the strange way she dressed and the color of her hair. Of course, her being friends with some people who were in a gang also helped generate some of those rumors.
She used to be with the Blue Falcon gang at the time, not really doing anything more harmful than loitering about in front of shops and boasting about inconsequential things. Until another member was beaten up by another neighboring gang, simply because 'it wasn't their turf'.
All hell broke loose, and they took to battling the other gang. It was something thrilling for her at the time, fighting alongside your friends, the bond of trust between them. However, it was soon apparent the Blue Falcon was outnumbered, and they started recruiting. The Blue Falcon was evolving to something else, going far from the gang's origins. They were holding their grounds now, and the other gang didn't try to beat them up as much as before.
The Blue Falcon survived, but in the process had become something she loathed, so she simply left, saying goodbye only to the original members of the Falcon. The very next day, she was hit by a car, the driver drunk as a raccoon in a beer barrel. The Falcons thought it was the other gangs, and since she was one of the originals, took it very personally.
Junko never heard from them again. She was moved to a hospital far away, and enrolled in a special school much further away when she fully recovered. Except for one of her eye and her leg.
Other: (Quirks, fun facts, hobbies, nervous ticks, ... Not required.)