A door in the back of the school library leads out into the combination quad and garden, cement walkways crisscrossing to form the edges of stands and displays. Wooden park benches sit in viewing areas, allowing one to relax while they look out on the cherry trees (and, well, did you know? There aren’t any bodies buried beneath the cherry trees. Seriously, that’d be weird!) and the planters which line the path, filled with vibrant blue-and-white chrysanthemums, lilies, irises, and peonies.
The garden itself is surrounded by a brick wall topped with iron railings and opposite the pool entrance is a wide cobblestone path leading what...might be out of the garden, who knows. It’s blocked by a tall arched iron gate that’s locked tight and cannot be climbed or squeezed through. Visible past the gate is a city, but one that looks and sounds busier than Tokyo-F. No actual distinct figures can be identified, but there’s definitely people sounds and cars passing by on a nearby street?
Every hour, the clocktower that rises up from the brick wall rings its bell, letting everyone know it’s time for the next class. Though keep in mind, the bell doesn’t dismiss you, the teacher does!
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The garden itself is surrounded by a brick wall topped with iron railings and opposite the pool entrance is a wide cobblestone path leading what...might be out of the garden, who knows. It’s blocked by a tall arched iron gate that’s locked tight and cannot be climbed or squeezed through. Visible past the gate is a city, but one that looks and sounds busier than Tokyo-F. No actual distinct figures can be identified, but there’s definitely people sounds and cars passing by on a nearby street?
Every hour, the clocktower that rises up from the brick wall rings its bell, letting everyone know it’s time for the next class. Though keep in mind, the bell doesn’t dismiss you, the teacher does!