The Ouran High School Host Club is Waiting For You!

Hello, girls, and welcome to Ouran Academy. I do hope you will stop by Music Room Three sometime this year, as everyone in the Host Club will be very delighted to meet you. Please stop by soon!
-Kyoya Ootori, Vice-president (Second Year)

In this RP, I (Cheeseh McCheeserson, PHD), will take control of every host, and you, the girls. Even if you aren't part of those of us who have seen the anime, join in: it's pretty simple. If you'd like to have a go at controlling a host, just ask. NOW LET'S DO THIS THING.

(YAYYYY )

((You seem happy.
I'm assuming you're just gonna "yay" and leave?))

(No XD I'm going to rp here. Just give me a momentito)

((Woo. Party hard. Ain't no party like an Ouran party.))

(Sorry for poofing last night, had to help mom with something then sleep called to me So I can just grab a random girl and call it good, right?)

((Okay, good. I was scared.
Yup, just make up a name, too, I guess. ^-^))

(Why? D:
Kay, just give me a second to get a name )

((I thought you lied. Or you had died.
))

(Ooooh, no. It was more likely I had died XD )

((I see.

...gotta name yet?))

(Picking between two

I'm an indescisive idiot)

((...JUST MAKE TWO OR SOMETHING.))

(O.O okay *only uses one char though*

Watch me fail)


Akiko paused by the entrance of the room, smiling

((I'm sorry. I was impatient. I left because you weren't doing anything but I'm back now

I'll be a bigger failure than you, trust me.))

Yup, the sign said Music Room 3. Definetely the place.

((I have no idea what else to say 'cause she needs to open the door.))

(Sorry about that, by the way D: My uncle grabbed my mouse and started pressing buttons randomly (and my mouse is weird and has a back button and a bunch of other random things it really doesn't need))

Akiko, glad she had gone the right way, pushed open the door and walked in

(I know, not sure why I kept it that simple)

((...what...how old is your uncle?))

Rose petals flew towards Akiko, and the Host Club boys stood there in their usual clothing. No cosplay today, apparently. "Hello, princess," Tamaki's kind and soothing voice said, smiling at her.

((I've decided that this is kind of in the middle of the anime where Haruhi is still a boy and has debt and stuff.))

(.______. 41.

He thinks it's funny to piss me off (as does my aunt, my brother, my best friend, and my cousin >.< ))

Her smile only managed to grow, though she had a bit of trouble speaking for a moment

(Oooh, goodie )

((I've been avoiding answering this because I'm an awkward person.))

(*Flails* ASDFJDSFSDAKFJDSAFJSDKFAKSD:FDsfdskjflksdjflkasdjflkdsajflkdsjlkfdjs
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Ari sighed as she stared at the ugly yellow dress she was wearing. Didn't rich people usually have good taste?