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Kasumi Ocada
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11-03-2011, 07:28 PM
A slew of giggling fangirls surrounded Ouran's newest female transfer student as they made their ways to to masked ball. But Chaznia stood out like a sore thumb. She was tall and heavy, dwarfing the Japanese teenagers she walked with by at least 10 inches.
Her appearance didn't make her all that self-conscious, though, not today, at least. She was wearing a long green gown in the style popular in the 18th century. Her red hair piled high, with ringlet curls spilling down her back. It didn't matter that she was a big Russian-American girl in the middle of a gathering of, mostly, tiny and lovely Asians. She felt more beautiful and graceful than Marie Antionette herself as she raised a rod holding a delicately embroidered mask to her face and scanned the crowd for her favorite host: its Prince, Tamaki.
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