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character: weiss_schnee, nepgear, blanc_(neptunia), ruby_rose, adult_neptune, shirahoshi, copyright: rwby, one_piece, choujigen_game_neptune 7 girls, group shot, school summer uniform, white short-sleeved sailor blouse, pleated skirt, summer school uniform, ruby rose, short black-red multicolored hair, grey eyes, weiss schnee, long white hair, ponytail, blue eyes, uzume, long orange hair, orange eyes, blanc, short brown hair, blue eyes, nepgear, long pink-black hair, red-purple eyes, adult neptune, very long purple hair, purple eyes, d-pad hair ornament, shirahoshi, very long pink hair, sidelocks, blue eyes, from below, wide shot, group picture, standing in a row, arms linked, laughing, looking at viewer, bright summer daylight, school rooftop, blue sky, white clouds, chain-link fence Seven girls in matching summer school uniforms are lined up shoulder to shoulder on a sunlit school rooftop, seen from a low wide angle so the sky fills the upper two-thirds of the frame and the chain-link fence cuts a diagonal of shadow across the lower edge. The camera sits near knee height and tilts up, so the row reads as a broad band of white blouses and pleated skirts against deep blue. On the far left, a girl with short black-red hair cut in a ragged bob grips the fence with one hand and leans her weight into her left hip, her other arm looped through the elbow of the white-haired girl beside her; her grey eyes are half-lidded and her mouth is open in a crooked grin aimed at the lens. The white-haired girl has her long ponytail pulled over one shoulder, held there by the crook of her free arm, chin lifted, one brow arched, an icily pleased smirk on her lips; she stands with her feet close together and her shoulders squared to the camera, the only one not leaning. Next to her a tall girl with long orange hair swept to one side plants both hands on her hips, elbows flared, laughing with her head tipped back so her hair falls behind her shoulders, a small gap between her front teeth showing. In the middle, a shorter girl with cropped brown hair stands with her arms crossed under her chest and her head turned slightly away from the lens, eyes narrowed in a flat unimpressed stare, one strand of hair between her brows catching the wind. Beside her, a girl with long pink-black hair has both hands clasped in front of her skirt and her shoulders drawn up in a small delighted hunch, eyes wide and bright, leaning forward just enough that her weight tips onto the balls of her feet. To her right, the tallest of the row has very long purple hair that lifts and streams sideways in the rooftop wind, a small striped hair ornament clipped above one ear; she hooks one thumb into the waistband of her skirt and cocks her hip, giving the camera a lazy knowing wink with one eye shut. On the far right, a girl with very long pink hair and heavy sidelocks stands half a step behind the line, both hands held up near her collarbone in a hesitant curl, her enormous blue eyes wide and her expression caught between shyness and delight; her hair is so long it spills past the hem of her skirt and one thick lock is blown across her cheek. All seven wear the same uniform rendered with slight personal variation: white short-sleeved sailor blouses with navy collars and navy trim at the cuffs, matching pleated navy skirts, white socks and dark loafers; sleeves are rolled a little higher on some, collars sit open at the throat on others, and one blouse is untucked at the hip. Their linked elbows compress the fabric of adjacent sleeves, and the wind pushes every skirt hem in the same direction with a faint ripple that travels down the row, strongest at the far end where the tallest girl stands. The single light source is the high summer sun in front of and slightly to the left of the group; it strikes the outer faces of the row hard, blows out the white blouses almost to paper, and casts short, crisp shadows that fall back and to the right onto the concrete, pooling beneath their shoes and striping through the chain-link onto the ground. Behind them the sky is a flat saturated cyan graded paler toward the horizon, with two long white clouds lying low over a distant city skyline; a water tower and a stairwell housing sit as simple pale shapes at the right edge of the roof, out of focus. The palette is white, navy, and hard cyan, with each girl's hair supplying a single strong accent — red-black, white, orange, brown, pink-black, purple, pink — held flat and clean against the sky. Their hair all bends the same way in the gust, and a few strands stick to the damp shine of the white collar fabric where the sun heats it. Bright, buoyant.
Alex Firth (dothe Alex)

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