Shinji app!

[bosoboso.livejournal.com]

Shinji pulls on his Regular uniform quickly, knowing that the rest of the team is already on the courts for practice. He's late, and hopes that Tachibana isn't too upset with his tardiness.

Zipping up his jacket, Shinji hefts his tennis bag onto his shoulder and goes to exit the diminutive clubroom, but freezes in his tracks not a few steps out the door.

He wasn't completely sure, but as a cartoon mouse and a strangely-colored cat approached him, Shinji could have sworn that this was not the tennis courts at Fudomine Junior High.

Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

Shinji blinks at him blankly for a moment before answering, "Ibu Shinji."

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.

"My quest?" Shinji repeats. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not on a quest. What makes you think I'm on a quest? You shouldn't just assume things about people like that."

"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"

Shinji pauses a moment before saying, "I don't know why I need to tell you this. Why do you want to know? I guess that I would wish for Fudomine to make it to Nationals. Though I think it would be better to attain that with our own strength instead of it being magically granted to us, because if we don't work for it then everyone will continue to underestimate our tennis team. Also people won't aknowledge what a great captain Tachibana-san is if our success is only because of some silly wish, when actually it's because of Tachibana-san that we've become so strong and gotten so far. And-" Miracle upon miracles, Shinji realizes that he's rambling and shuts his mouth.

"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"

"That's a cheap tactic," he says. "I wouldn't let them do that. They should work to get what they want, anyway. And I'll never be a genie, so it doesn't matter. Genies don't exist in the first place. Don't you know that?" Shinji is pretty sure that talking animals don't exist, either, but they certainly are talking to him now, so he dismisses it.

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"

"Revolution?" Shinji deadpans. "What are you talking about? I don't know anything of a revolution. Is there some sort of conspiracy going on? Is that why I'm here? I don't want to be here. This is distressing. I'm supposed to be having tennis practice right now. Tachibana-san is expecting me, he'll be disappointed if I don't show up. I don't want to be pulled into some revolution here, I have better things to do with my life."

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"

"What does this have to do with anything? I don't really like chocolate that much. I guess it's okay, but it's not my favorite food or anything. Out of the choices I'd probably prefer dark chocolate, but I don't see how that's relevant," Shinji answers.

"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"

Shinji continues in his monotone voice. "Is this some kind of survey? It seems very illogical. What are these questions for? Pirates are okay, I guess. Except for the whole sailing part. I don't like water much, but as long as I'm not a pirate, that doesn't matter. You're not recruiting me to a pirate crew, are you? I can't be a pirate, I hate the sea. Bears are cool too, they're strong. But I don't want to be a bear, either. I'd probably have to give up tennis if I were a bear, and then all my hard work would be for naught. You should just send me home, I want nothing to do with this conspiracy."

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"

"No, just my tennis stuff," Shinji replies, shifting his tennis bag on his shoulder. Then his eyebrows raise slightly, as a thought seems to occur to him. "Hey, is the rest of my tennis team here too? That would certainly make this more bearable. Though I wouldn't want them to be involved in this conspiracy either." He pauses for a moment before adding, "Can I go home now?"


((Application for Ibu Shinji from Prince of Tennis~! :D [I'm also a new player, if I'm accepted; hello!] Okay, it doesn't really matter what point in canon Shinji is from, because it's a freaking series about tennis. Though considering his responses, probably sometime before Nationals. ...Also, sorry about his rambling, but unfortunately it's quite chronic. :D))

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[bosoboso.livejournal.com]

His face blank, Shinji said, "Good job, then. I guess you're not a very sociable individual. That isn't the best way to make a good first impression. Actually, it's a horrible way to makes a good first impression. But if that's what you want then whatever."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Wow," says Crowley flatly. "Approving, disapproving and passive-aggressive in just five sentences. I'm impressed. Have you been taking lessons?" He glances over his shoulder as if he's looking for someone who fits that description before turning back to Shinji. "Tell me why I should want to make a good first impression on you?"

[bosoboso.livejournal.com]

"Lessons?" Shinji cocks his head curiously. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. You should probably be the one taking lessons in social skills. If you don't make a good first impression, people will look down on you. Isn't that obvious? I don't know why I'd need to tell you that. I thought everyone knew that. I guess not."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"I'm very handsome, very powerful, and very rich," says Crowley without a trace of modesty. "People find it hard to look down on me no matter what I say. And I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. So, no, I guess I don't know why I should try to make a good first impression."

((So sorry for the slow reply!))