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Post by NAKAMORI TAKUMI on Jun 5, 2010 13:16:27 GMT -5
Takumi wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up here. Foreigners and natives passed him by, giggling and giving his overtly formal attire a brief glance before deciding they didn't feel like asking. He stood awkwardly to the side, leaning against a pole, and not really knowing what he was waiting for. It was blatantly obvious that nobody was going to show up anytime soon.
Oh, that's right. He was waiting for a taxi.
He remembered something about his cousin informing him of a concert. He'd been told to dress up, and so he'd shown up with a suit and tie.
("It's really classy, just the type of thing you'd like. You have to go; you don't get out enough. The Roppongi District is a lot better than you think it is, I promise.")
Lies.
It was nearing ten PM, there was no concert or performer in sight, and he was still wearing a suit, damn it. His cousin had never been particularly reliable.
He'd called his cousin numerous times, but (of course) nobody picked up. He really should have expected it, but standing around in the cold wearing an insanely formal outfit tended to warp a person's logic. If his cousin was going to force him to his least favorite part of Tokyo, the least he could've done was tell him the dress code.
He had class tomorrow, too. What a way to spend his last day free. He supposed he did look like somebody who'd just been stood up.
Great.
Another giggle, and Takumi made sure to give the passer-by a scowl before making his way to a restaurant. He'd heard that some of those bars were more sophisticated than others; there had to be one bar that required formal wear. He'd either spend his evening sitting in a bar, pretending to be old enough to drink, or catching a taxi ride home.
You know. Whichever one came first.
[/justify] ~~~ words: Like, 300? tag: nobody in particular comments: ooh la la, fallout boy[/size] |
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Post by HIROSE HAKUMI on Jun 5, 2010 16:26:12 GMT -5
[/color] GREAT ESCAPE, we won't hear a word they say. ------------------------------ [/size][/font][/ul] [/font][/color] known better than to rely on him; they should have known better than to have him without supervision; they should have known better that he wasn't planning on meeting whomever they had appointed him with. Fact was, they should have known better. A quarter to ten, the nineteen year-old found himself strolling along the evening path of the city night whose streets had harbored chattering teens, the latest trends, and popular eateries — the typical scene that had painted the hours of darkness, despite its obvious glow from busy buildings that had also blocked the beauty of nature's gift: stars. How pitiful, he supposed; the horizon was clear, but no silver dots danced the purple canvas veiled above, largely to the fault of earth's attempt to outshimmer it with bundles of flashy, unnecessary eye candy. Around him, foreign faces grinned and ' wowed ' at the spectacle, young couples dipped their pennies into artistically sculptured fountains, and old folks crooned to whatever the advancement of technology dazzled them with — and yet, the lack of real beauty failed to knock on their diverted craniums. Inwardly, the Hirose teenager sighed, somewhat disappointed at what seemed to be like zoo animals parading for edibles; and truly, albeit he questioned himself as to why he had even meandered through such sickening sights, he admitted — there was something addicting to what man had created through his hands; there was always something available to act as a temporary distraction — from what? — perhaps away from troubles, problems, and he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, he would find the delight needed to absorb. Before guilt would accumulate, before the little whispers scolding his conscience listed his irresponsibilities, Hakumi quickly wanted to search for amusement. Among the pool of colorful species, none seemed to have ' clicked ' — most were too submerged in their own idle world and others had a noteworthy air of desired isolation, there was no use prying in that. So when he discovered a thing, a person, that had awkwardly stood out from the crowd of rainbow and neon shades, Hakumi couldn't help but twist a curve upon his lips; in a way, said male had reminded him of a close friend — a close friend whose day was probably occupied by minor details of music, whose hours were probably taken by the urge to fix the small, yet unnoticable keys in melodies — that was just how his friend was, so meticulous and dependable. For some reason or another, said male had also struck a chord of growing inspiration in the brunette's mind of fictionary scenes and characters — and for some reason or another, curiosity peaked to the point of wanting to uncover the destination the blue nette had begun weaving to. Hands subconsciously patted into his pockets, hitching a phone into his grip as he flicked open a keypad, rapidly jotting brief bullets of ideas, concepts for his next published story of romance. Hitting a final period, the young writer tucked the device into the folds of his coat before pacing, in a blended fashion, after the nameless stranger, or should he dare label, the mysterious wanderer of night. "Hm," murmured the boy, glancing through the transparent glass of various restaurants, most of which were casual; was the fellow before him attempting to find a certain one? "If I may suggest, that place over there seems to suit your... exterior, that is, if you're looking for any particular place at all ."[/b][/color] Blank in expression, he freely stepped beside the sapphire-mopped man, directing his slender index finger towards a notably more upper-class standard of dining. "Don't mind me, but if you're without company for the next hour or so — would you consider me to take that role ?"[/b][/color] Dark capsules locked onto the other, equally expecting for the alien countenance to accept or decline the favor; who else would act as a friend in a lonesome evening such as this? None of his friends, counting convenience, would or could possibly occupy his attention, given the short notice. Either way, Hakumi would make the most of his time to be a bit productive, if the future's unpredictable events allowed him to conjure muse. [/size][/ul]
❚WORDS[/color] 706. ❚TAGS[/color] takumi. ❚LYRICS[/color] the great escape, boys like girls. ❚NOTES[/color] hope you don't mind. D;[/size][/justify] [/blockquote] |
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Post by NAKAMORI TAKUMI on Jun 6, 2010 11:02:13 GMT -5
Takumi turned around slowly. The person who'd approached him was a slender young man, floppy brown hair and analytic eyes. Company, Takumi considered. He turned briefly to the restaurant that the boy had pointed out to him. It had a notably elegant air to it, and (to his relief), he was dressed quite appropriately for it. He looked back at the boy who'd recommended it to him with a new form of respect, and nodded shortly.
"Kind of you to offer," he replied at last. "That restaurant does look suited to my tastes, thank you."
He began walking without another word, and assumed that the boy was following him. (He probably shouldn't have been calling him "boy", since he was blatantly taller than Takumi himself.) It was a pleasant evening, and admittedly, it would've been better if he'd been sitting at home. Still, spending the night out with someone who at least seemed to have good taste couldn't be that awful.
It was a quaint restaurant; not too small, not too large. The loud rock and techno of the other bars had nearly drowned out the tinkling classical music of this restaurant, and the nearer he approached it, the more he wondered how he could've missed it.
The light chatter of foreigners was music to his ears, and for the first time that night, he felt like he fitted in. It was a lovely feeling. Italian, French, English, German--the languages mingled in the dimly lit room. A miniature water fountain was in the center of the restaurant, and couples were gathered around it, making wishes and cooing over its beauty. He was pleased to notice there was a second level; it felt like a maisonette, almost.
There was the faint sound of music (Classical, he thought. Beethoven's Violin Romance No. 2.). He smiled appreciatively. Playing the piece would've been much more rewarding than listening to it, but he'd settle for it. He walked into the restaurant briskly, pausing only once to check if the boy was still behind him.
Still there, with calm, curious brown eyes.
Why?
"Why did you offer to come with me?" Takumi asked flatly. It was true he'd never really been one for tact. "Are you that bored?"
[/justify] ~~~ words: 300ish? tag: hakumi rhymes with takumi, haha comments: don't mind at all![/size] |
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Post by HIROSE HAKUMI on Jun 7, 2010 2:45:23 GMT -5
[/color] LET IT DIE, cause we are finally free tonight. ------------------------------ [/size][/font][/ul] [/font][/color] and a sprinkle of latent delight laced the youth's chocolate jewels upon receiving an answer, or so, he believed was an answer of approval — if not, he supposed he could just wait for a reaction or an evident word of rejection upon his reasonless march to follow the blue-mopped lad, who had begun weaving ahead. Through the throes of young adults crowding near neighboring bars of funk, Hakumi's listless gaze surveyed the fancier establishment he had not too long ago recommended; there were less people frolicking the area, but noticably more of whom had worn formal attires and expensive brands to their frames, not to mention a significant amount of foreigners. Unlike his fair companion, however, he wasn't dressed in a suit — and for a moment, he had wondered, laughably, whether the staff of the high management would take notice of his casual ensemble which had consisted of straight jeans and a black coat buttoned halfway to reveal a simple v-necked shirt. Nonetheless, he patted a light wrinkle down the fabric of his bottoms; it seemed to do, it wasn't as if he was walking in bare-footed or had stains latched onto his torso — that would have been inappropriate. Still, he had hoped his choice in clothing was on par with the restaurant's expectations, but then again, the nineteen year-old had little to worry and care for, and really, he didn't bother to fret over it; he was no threat or bacteria to their reputation, the only irritation possible from his less than formal wear would be to receive curious glances. If it troubled his cohort, fine — that was the only circumstance he would consider repelling from the high class territory As the duo approached the confinement and whistled through the spotless doors, none of the uniformed faculty seemed to have cocked a brow at the brunette. Good. Hazel orbs flickered onto a pair of distinct gray capsules, eyes that could have also been taken to be a pretty blue hue, that had locked onto his. Words, smooth as a stream of water, filtered beneath the shorter man's lips, prompting a slight grin upon Hakumi; was the nameless stranger honest or simply blunt? Either way, it was a trait to be appreciated, he thought, seeing as how the majority of the population appeared to have failed in presenting straightforward answers; unfortunately, the Hirose was part of the ' majority ', not because he hadn't the ability to be direct, but because it allowed him to waste more time — and time, for some, was precious. Nevertheless, the subject didn't seem to matter at the current hour; there was no time to prolong. "Bored? I'm afraid you misunderstand ,"[/b][/color] he thoughtfully responded , "I'm merely interested, interested in befriending you."[/color] Attention lifted at the presence of a host who had approached them with menus in hand, and with a bow and greeting, the polite worker motioned the two youths to follow, to which Hakumi soon pursued, hands in pockets. "Why, if I hadn't known, you looked quite bored yourself ,"[/b][/color] He locked his focus onto his companion, somewhat inquisitive to what he had been doing out on his lonesome in the evening; it was hard to believe he hadn't known the building's precise location dressed in such quality of apparel. Pausing, the older male momentarily scanned the table that had been arranged — it was near a window, conveniently, but not entirely, a distance away from nearby occupants; he withdrew his glance from the employee and to the bluenette , "Fine with you ?"[/b][/color] Notably, there had been a section of the restaurant where a cocktail lounge had been available — there, people gave toast and tamed ' cheers ' — though he hadn't been entirely certain he, himself, could have entered without being asked his age; he hadn't even appeared old enough to look his age, as a matter of fact, unless maturity became a factor. [/size][/ul]
❚WORDS[/color] 657. ❚TAGS[/color] takumi. ❚LYRICS[/color] the great escape, boys like girls. ❚NOTES[/color] haha, yeah, that's funny - how it rhymes. xD i just wonder how much different or alike they'd be, given the similarity of their names. it'd be amusing.[/size][/justify] [/blockquote] |
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Post by NAKAMORI TAKUMI on Jun 7, 2010 15:34:02 GMT -5
 Je t’adore, Je t’adore
Make a move, do the thing
Turn around, strike[/b] a pose Je t’adore, Je t’adore[/b][/font] ~~~[/center] The boy's words may have been friendly, joking--but Takumi wasn't in a very good mood to begin with.
He kept his face perfectly expressionless as he replied, "I'm bored, yes. One doesn't customarily feel amused when one's cousin purposely tricks him into visiting one's least favorite part of Tokyo. Especially at this hour." His expression may have been neutral, but his tone was icy and overtly disdainful. "Ought I be amused?"
He paused and surveyed the restaurant briefly. The seat they'd been offered was nice; it looked down upon the flashy lights of the Roppongi district, the sparkly water fountains and the eye-catching stores. It would've been a movie moment if it weren't for his predicament. And it was directly beside an open window. It was a fairly nice night--he might as well enjoy it. "The seat's fine," he said, and sat down.
The menus had been placed neatly on the center of the table, and two complementary glasses of ice water had been set. He glanced at the young man sitting across from him, and wondered what he'd order.
To be honest, Takumi wasn't very hungry--or, for that matter, hungry at all. But he didn't mind the company, and had an hour or so to kill. His cousin wasn't going to call back anytime soon. Takumi fired another rapid text, one he hoped was sufficiently cold, and put the phone aside. Until then, there was nothing to do but wait. The restaurant was a nice one, at any rate, and the table they'd gotten had a nice view, too.
He reached for the cream-colored menu (Matches the tablecloth, he thought) and read it halfheartedly. They were foreign foods, he realized. Charming. He ordered hors d'oeuvres and a glass of lemonade, and handed the menu back to the waiter.
The boy was watching him. Takumi turned away from the waiter and met his stare. Surely he didn't want so much to befriend him as to observe him, and record it all in that cell phone of his.
A writer, was he? An artist?
He did like artists. Usually more of the musical variety, but artists were still artists.
"You're interested in befriending me." It was a statement, not a question. "I can live with that." He smiled slowly--not really a warm smile, but not a cold one either. On anyone else, it could've been interpreted as menacing, dark, foreboding. As it was, though... it was just--wry. "My name is Nakamori Takumi. I'm eighteen, a high school student. Pleased to meet you. Who might you be?"
[/b][/font][/blockquote][/justify] ~~~ words: 300, 400? tag: gooooood afternoon haku comments: nah, i think your hakumi is more of the... sly and charming variety. takumi's a bit more... icy.[/size] |
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Post by HIROSE HAKUMI on Jun 7, 2010 18:17:07 GMT -5
[/color] LEFT BEHIND, the answers that we'll never find. ------------------------------ [/size][/font][/ul] [/font][/color] rim of a chair, drawng it out of its tucked position underneath the clothed table, inclining for the nineteen year-old male to settle into the formation across the blue-headed cohort. Eyes wandered towards the waiter, who had, with much admirable grace, rested the leather-bound menus onto the surface before pouring iced liquid into glass containers; interestingly enough, when others attempted to same simple feat of servitude, it just didn't possess quite the same elegance — was there a specific angle into holding items? — presence? — speech? — to maintain an awe-inspiring atmosphere? Most he had been acquainted with lacked eloquence, and were very much casual as was open; the air the current scene curtained wasn't necessarily an alien adaption for him since he had been exposed to it before, but it wasn't a common occurrence to his daily life. As so it seemed, his companion had the opposite qualities of what he was accustomed to see in countenances: frigid and refined — a nice change to the color palette, yes. He hadn't spared a second of a glance to the closed folder, which had, in no doubt, treasured unique cuisines foreign to usual Japanese dishes, and though it was tempting to peek into the variety of tongues written in it, water was fine, and it was really all he needed at the moment to quench his stomach. Food was rarely of significance in his mind — and he swore he had more strangers than he had friends shoving loaves of bread down his mouth to ' get some meat ' onto his slender silhouette. Mentally, he sighed — he would have to make a quick stop to a local market to purchase a box of cupcakes; that was, if he would be able to locate any grocery stores available at late night. Hakumi didn't want to ' let go ' of the current mood he dwelled in, in fear of having to lose it by the time he would awaken to morn — it wouldn't be as authentic as he intended it to be if he wrote with such lacking ' feel ' for the vibe. An all-nighter? Bring it. "' Purposefully', you say ,"[/b][/color] mumbled the brunette as he curled his fingers around the delicate drinking instrument, lifting it up to his lips to sip the simple beverage before placing it to the side , "Hm, perhaps you aren't amused, but I certainly am — why did you even let yourself fall for your relative's scheme ?"[/b][/color] Leaning into the four-legged plush support, he planted a lone elbow onto the arm [of the chair], propping his chin upon his fist as he fixed his gaze onto the other who had been scanning the menu, or more specifically, his hands; slim fingers, so perfectly delicate and tuned to the skills of music, it seemed. Effortlessly, he peeled the menu off the counter and passed it onto the waiter with a simple shake of his head in a motion to vaguely declare his contentment without the necessity of food; he'd just satiate himself with something less pricier and much sweeter, if possible, once he had his time with the tamed man. Secretly, he amused himself with an abundance of questions — would he really study the youth before him eat? — what was he hoping benefit from ' befriending ' him? To any other person, it may have appeared suspicious, creepy, even. Hakumi couldn't help but be a tad, just a tad, perplexed at the stranger's rather ordinary response, or perhaps, the fellow was just a damn good actor. Then again, people acquainted themselves with new faces all the time in bars — it wasn't so much different outside of it, was it? Attention perked upon the cool, apathetic voice of the comrade who had finally replied to the brown-eyed student's loose reason to accompany him — he returned the subtle smile, not with dryness, but with slight gratification; and just barely, but not much, widened [his thin grin] as he heard the name sound into his ears. ' Takumi ', eh? Nice, nice, in an ironic sense. "Pleasure's all mine ,"[/b][/color] he frankly nodded , "Hirose, Hakumi, and like you, I'm a high school student as well, if not, just a year older ."[/b][/color] Shifting onto his seat, the older alumni moved forward, a tinge of curiosity fleeting his heavy muse , "Might I add, you have lovely hands ,"[/b][/color] Gently, he unfolded his palm and lowered his gaze , "May I see ?"[/b][/color] [/size][/ul]
❚WORDS[/color] 745. ❚TAGS[/color] takumi. ❚LYRICS[/color] the great escape, boys like girls. ❚NOTES[/color] sly and charming, eh? interesting perception of him. xD true, true — albeit not to mention, ' icy ' makes your takumi awesome as well. here goes to, erm, happy poshting. probably a lot of errors, sorry. D:[/size][/justify] [/blockquote] |
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Post by NAKAMORI TAKUMI on Jun 7, 2010 19:55:16 GMT -5
 So how the hell could you front on me?
There's a thousand[/b] you's, there's only one[/b] of me I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment[/b] right? This is Louis Vuitton Don[/b] night[/font] ~~~[/center] "...Excuse me?"
Um.
What?
Takumi would've stuttered something, but took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few moments. He knew the night was going too smoothly. Had he just gotten himself stuck with a lunatic?
Don't. Stammer.
Takumi took a sip of his ice water, eyes still closed. When he opened them, he was focused, calmer, less--baffled. (Or so he looked, anyway.)
All artists have their quirks, he told himself. It's normal.
"I'm sure,"
[/b] he began, with painstakingly maintained calmness, "that you can see my hands fine from where you are. And I'm sure that my hands are perfectly ordinary, thank you. I fail to see how my palm would interest anyone like you." He arched an eyebrow. "Unless, of course, you're manophilic. Are you manophilic?"What a day. He suppose he would've been amused by the situation, too, had he been in--Hirose, was it?--Hirose's position. But he wasn't in Hirose's position, and honestly, he was not in a good mood. He wrapped his hand around the glass of water. It was cool to the touch. He set the ice water aside and folded his hands neatly. "I hadn't expected to get tricked by my cousin today. But it's simply lovely that you're amused by it," he said crossly. "Admittedly, he's not very reliable. But I'd assumed better of him. He'd told me there was a concert here today--and it's been a while since I've last attended a classical music concert." It was supposed to be an orchestral performance, with one of his favorite performers acting as the soloist. It sounded too good to be true. It was too good to be true. And it didn't make him any happier to be stuck in Roppongi without any means of returning home. Until his cousin called, anyway. He cast another reproachful at his silent cell phone. His cousin wanted to screw with his life? Fine. It wouldn't be Takumi's fault if his cousin suddenly started finding his own life a lot trickier than usually was. ...As soon as he got home. This was not a good day for him. He smiled again, less cold but not any warmer--polite, brisk. "Thank you," he said. "About my hands, I mean. I don't get that often." Or at all. It was true--being a violinist tended to ruin the hands. The tips of his fingers were calloused, and still red and lined from the four hour practice session he'd held earlier that day. Playing the oboe didn't held any, what with all the sharp keys and fingering techniques. He tended to get cuts from the oboe, too. Takumi looked at his hands for a while, stared at the marks, then caught himself and folded his hands again. "I play the violin," he explained absently. "Oboe, too."He looked up. Hirose Hakumi. He was still looking at Takumi's hands, the red marks. Takumi frowned slightly. It wasn't anger or anything like that--not even mild indignation. It was a staunch sort of curiosity, really. And since he'd never been one for beating around the bush, he asked (in a friendlier tone): "Might I ask, why do you want to examine my hand?"[/font][/blockquote][/justify] ~~~ words: yes i made it to 500 tag: the sly and charming comments: ahh taku's being a grouch. wonder why haku wanted to see his hands though. (: and don't worry about it! i didn't spot any mistakes.[/size] |
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Post by HIROSE HAKUMI on Jun 8, 2010 22:08:43 GMT -5
[/color] WORLD WE'RE LIVIN', one minute you're a hero, the next a villain. ------------------------------ [/size][/font][/ul] [/font][/color] sick in the head or just plain bizarre [or sadistic], but when his companion had responded after his random remark, followed by a hush moment of awkward duration, Hakumi was somewhat pleased — or rather, entertained to see what reaction, little reaction, but a reaction, nonetheless, that had been exhibited by the calm fellow. A lone corner of his lips twitched upwards, tempted to release a chuckle — it was perhaps the most ' normal ' reply he had received from the younger man the entire, what, twenty minutes? Athough such a phrase of ' excuse me ' was to be expected from the majority, it appealed to the brunette's cranium, that was, when the abnormal would do or say something normal — ah, not to say that Takumi was an oddball or anything, but just a character who Hakumi rarely conversed with. Still, the bulk of his friends were rather eccentric — so his version of ' ordinary ' was likely to be skewed and distorted. Hell, the Nakamori teenager could have been the most normal guy he had ever spoken to, in that matter [and he wouldn't have known it]. Again, his chin landed onto his palm, elbow connected to the arm of the seat; was he the only one comfortable with the conversation? The blue-mopped companion wore a formal outfit, apparently — yet if most youths were caught dressing in such, they would undoubtedly express discomfort and appear gawky, like how boys, not yet men, would look funny in oversized tuxedos or armors; Takumi, on the other hand, portrayed none of the blundering symptoms and seemed more than just used to the fine lifestyles of the elite, as judged by their current surroundings of the high class. "Am I manophilic ?"[/b][/color] Tilting his head, he threw his chocolate orbs to the side, observing the different hair colors — blondes, reds, grays, auburn — that had bobbed and littered the restaurant; a spectacle in its own right, Hakumi had to admit: he was easily charmed by the smallest of insignificant details, but really? — who couldn't consider the sight of ' rainbows ' sight-worthy? Ah, he guessed it was typical — he had friends donning pink locks, snowy strands, and other unpredictable hues; yes, just typical. Nothing atypical. Returning his hazel jewels to the cool-headed companion, he further contemplated on the youth's explanation — a concert? — a classical one, nevertheless? Not in this section of Roppongi where the closest to classical music one could reach would be in the restaurant they were inhabiting. Understandable situation, he supposed, since such an area of Tokyo had been stated to be of condemnation, meaning that familiarity with the map and routes of it [for the victim] was possibly unlikely. Distance from the streets of clubs and bars laid the [Roppongi] Hills — there had been a better chance to see live entertainment since its surrounding structures were made for attraction; the band he worked and provided lyrics for had performed there multiple of times in the modern stadium nestled beside the shopping complex. Would it have even matter if he pointed the piece of information out? Probably not — the nineteen year-old highly doubted there had been anything going on presently in the popular expanse, anyway. When the other curtly thanked him for the previous comment about how ' lovely ' his hands wore, Hakumi merely remained silent, thoughtful almost. True, he hadn't had anyone compliment his hands, no one complimented hands normally — but why would anyone? A measly writer, he had nothing to prove, really, of his diligence and passion for his field, unlike some musicians who had weathered badges upon their flesh as honorable traits to their determination. The only ' mark ' received were on his wrists — from recklessly and furiously slamming his wrists on keyboards where the edge of a desk would be none too kind as he would do just that on the path of overflowing muse. Peeling his long sleeves, he smirked to himself at the pathetic brown, reddened bruise angled across the bottom of his palm; quietly, he folded the fabric back and kept the same, unbudged grin , "No need to anymore, you've confirmed my suspicions ,"[/b][/color] He lifted his fingers, brushing his bangs from poking his vision as he answered — or partly answered — the youth's question , "But truly, they're magnificent and beautiful — your hands alone tell a story, a history of dedication put into your instrument. There's no need to be hide them, I'm actually quite envious ."[/b][/color] "I have a fair share of friends who are also musicians and can't help but view them, you, as a blessing upon ears ,"[/b][/color] sighed the brunette, whisking the neck of the glass vessel to carry a portion of cold water down his throat as he collected his thoughts , "I've no skill, so I could only imagine ."[/b][/color] While he wrote words, his co-workers practiced and perfected melodies to synchronize with the mood presented in what he provided; sometimes, it had felt as if he hadn't given enough. Sure, there were situations when he had to alter a few phrases, but that was nothing compared to the music that supported it — listeners didn't focus on the meaning of the song, at first — they decided on the presentation, the beats, how catchy it was, or however it had suited their taste in genre before they were certain to either like or dislike it; thankfully, Hakumi didn't need to worry about it as much as his best friend did, [who was] also the manager. "Does that answer satisfy you ?"[/b][/color] A pause and a brief gesture towards the boy's hands: "Band-aid ?"[/b][/color] [/size][/ul]
❚WORDS[/color] 947. ❚TAGS[/color] takumi. ❚LYRICS[/color] not lost, b.o.b (feat. t.i.). ❚NOTES[/color] grouch or not, taku's simply endearing, how you play him. xD[/justify][/size] [/blockquote] |
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Post by KASUGAZAKI KAIRI on Jun 9, 2010 19:30:56 GMT -5
L O O K . A T . M E . L I K E . . .
"Ah." Kairi blinked over her shoulder at a black feline behind her and her gaze turned blank. The eighteen year old turned her body slowly and stood there, one hand on her messenger bag and the other now resting on her waist loosely. "Why're you still here?" she asked the cat in a monotone but the stray only blinked at her curiously.
Indeed, for some reason unbeknownst to Kairi herself, this idiot cat had been following her since she finished her business at Shinjuku. In fact, it'd even hopped onto the public transit with the brunette. "Delightful, a creature that doesn't understand the Japanese language." Kairi said flatly with a raised brow, though the rest of her face remained rather emotionless as per usual, "Lemme guess, you speak English?"
The cat meowed and seemed to be smiling as it suddenly trotted a few steps forward, "Ha ha ha." a series of dry, sarcastic laughs escaped Kairi's lips, "... No."
She turned without a change of expression and continued walking, but blinked down to her left side when she heard the soft shuffling of the cat's feet again. "I can't and I won't take you home. I don't have any food on me and I hate animals. So exactly why have you not - oh, what do you call it - gotten lost yet?" she asked the cat though her own legs never stopped carrying her forward. The feline did not look at her however and Kairi had no choice but to turn her attention back to the front, "Taken a liking to me? Only a dumb animal like you would."
The cat gave another meow and Kairi's eyes became half-lidded.
It's not that she really hated animals per say. Animals like fish or birds could do her no harm, but when it was a creature like this... Well, Kairi was allergic to anything with fur. It's fine if she didn't physically touch them but it agitated her when she was near any. Besides, animals were stupid - humans included - and if they couldn't bring any joy or amusement to her, then what was the point of interacting with them? Nobody was ever as intelligent as she was, and having been homeschooled till age eleven, it was tough trying to learn how to socialize. She was too lazy to even attempt at it, anyway.
With a sigh, the brunette pulled out her cellphone and checked the time. Her stomach growled and that was when she realized just how late it was. It was a good thing that she'd temporarily blocked the phone number of her own home too or she really would've gotten countless calls from her Father or her aunt by now. One would think that they would've learned to leave her alone by now, too, though. After all, it's been, what, eighteen years since her birth? Funny how some people never changed.
Funny how she never changed.
Always that arrogant, unenthusiastic, smart-mouthing girl... It never took a lot for Kairi to piss her mentors off when she was young, and it certainly was still pretty effortless for her to cause trouble wherever she went. One corner of Kairi's lips curled upward as she wandered around the nightclubs district and stepped towards a nearby restaurant. Maybe that's why the black cat was following her. The moronic feline wasn't an omen or anything. It was Kairi herself who was the source of everyone's headache.
But hey, if it amused her see others getting all worked up over mere words, why not?
"Ah, sorry miss, no animals allowed." Kairi directed her blank gaze to one of the passing waiters looking her way after stepping into the restaurant. Her vision dropped to the black cat momentarily before she looked up to the waiter.
"That ugly thing isn't mine, dumbass. If it requires a second pair of eyes for you to see things properly - go to that specs shop tomorrow." Kairi replied as she turned around, ignoring the expression the waiter was now wearing, "Just one."
Another waiter who was now ready to help her, blinked a little dumbfoundedly at Kairi's words, "Just one-... Oh!"
Kairi's left brow raised, "What? You mean you can see this guy too?" she asked as she held up an elbow and nudged the air beside her a bit, "Yeah, he was in an accident a couple days ago and... Ya know, I've never met anyone else who can see the unseen." she said, and suddenly, the corners of her lips curled into what seemed to be a smile, "What's your name?"
"Uhh, no... No. You got it wrong," the waiter waved a hand nervously, "I can't... See any... Spirits, if that's what you mean-" "Of course that's not what I meant." Kairi said as her smiled dropped. Her vision fell dull as she once again wore a bored, and uninterested expression, "It's called sarcasm, hun." with a sigh, the eighteen year old tilted her head slightly, "Gonna show me a table now or are you ready to get yourself fired?"
"Y-Yes. Right this way, please."
"Ah huh." Kairi gave what seemed to be a nod of approval as she followed the waiter.
"Meow." Kairi blinked and that was when she suddenly remembered that the black cat was still with her. She looked downward and when she saw the feline ready to rub its face against her legs now that she'd stopped walking, the eighteen year old took a quick step away, nearly bumping into a nearby table.
Frowning, Kairi frantically looked to the occupants of the said table and grabbed the glass of water Hakumi was holding. Without thinking, she tipped the glass and poured it over the cat. "Stay back, fiend!" Kairi said, almost in an agitated and frightened tone as her raised brow began to twitch.
M A Y B E . I ' M . A N . A N G E L
U N D E R N E A T H !
[/b][/font][/center] Word Count: 954 words of randomness...
Tagged: Takumi Nakamori & Hakumi Hirose
Notes: I was bored and thought I'd post... hope you guys don't mind Kairi's random interruption :D;; I only skimmed most of your posts though so if I got something wrong... sorry! just yell at me and I'll fix it!
Muse: la la la~ ... whut?[/blockquote] |
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Post by NAKAMORI TAKUMI on Jun 9, 2010 19:40:34 GMT -5
 Now this would be a beautiful death[/color] Jumpin’ out the window Lettin’ everything go[/font] ~~~[/center] "You're a writer, aren't you?"
[/color] It was an unnecessary question with an obvious answer, but Takumi still felt like he had to say it. The obsession with his hands (telling a story, nonetheless), the occasional jotting down of notes on his cell phone, the sheer amount of prose in the way he spoke... He looked back at his hands, long and pale but otherwise scarred. "I never imagined them as telling a story," he mused. "It's a pleasant thought." It was true, he supposed. Fourteen years of music was something to be remembered, although he didn't think about it often. His first violin--a fractional violin, bright red--was still in his practice room somewhere. And his first oboe was also his current oboe--used and dull, but it still produced the most beautiful, reedy sound. Playing music was a lovely feeling. He looked at the boy in front of him with a sort of sympathy. He really couldn't imagine his life without music at this point; it'd been hammered into him since he was four. "Take up an instrument," he said briskly. It sounded like a simple solution, and he knew it wasn't really. "You have friends who are musicians, don't you?" Briefly, he wondered how skilled they were; more skilled, less skilled than he was? Professionals, free-lancers, teachers, performers. Does the answer satisfy me? "It's adequate," he replied. "And as for the band-aid... it was a cut, from my oboe. I'm surprised you noticed."When he thought about it, though, he wasn't really surprised at all--Hirose did seem like the type of person who'd notice minuscule details. He'd noticed Takumi, after all, in a sea of people. He'd noticed the small blisters on his hands, the callouses. Insight is a good quality in a writer, he acknowledged. The waiter arrived, and set down the platter of hors d'oeuvres. Takumi nodded at him, then turned to Hirose. While his relatives were fairly classy, he'd never met anyone outside of his immediate family who preferred elegance over mainstream popularity. He didn't expect anybody to; it was something he'd gotten used to. But it was a refreshing change, to meet someone less... crude. "Do you like these things?" he began. And then he noticed the girl standing by their table. Screaming at a cat. He raised an eyebrow and watched incredulously as she snatched Hirose's drink off of the table and dumped it onto the piteous feline crouched beside her.[/font][/blockquote][/justify] ~~~ words: like, 370, i think tag: haku and kairi comments: thanks for fixing it, natsu; it's an understandable misconception, haha[/size] |
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Post by HIROSE HAKUMI on Jun 10, 2010 4:01:03 GMT -5
[/color] BUT DOUBT, waited, hated, then counted me out. ------------------------------ [/size][/font][/ul] [/font][/color] in the world who had extremely sharp perception, it had to be the young man across him; truly, how many people could brag they have uncovered Hakumi's hidden passion within, say, thirty minutes? Not many, he'd estimate, and though he had clearly stringed a few sentences into his phone — a lot have assumed it was typical ' teenager ' business with the silly text-speak of ' lol ' and ' gtg ', not his plots and twists for made-up stories. If it hadn't seemed so out of place in the restaurant, the brunette would have clapped at the discovery in a playful praise for the Nakamori, but he didn't — he merely curled a clever grin as he nestled his spine against the plush panel of his seat, more amused than anything. How could he have not noticed the skilled musician before, and at school, nonetheless? Distractions, he blamed distractions; there had been too many things to worry about in the ever-growing campus that it had been quite difficult to pick out the most interesting of souls. Sou chiirou-chan, Mino runt, and alas, his brotherly Ageha — all of whom had captured his attention twenty-four seven, and more. This had been just one aspect of his job that he absolutely loved — he unraveled new people, new personalities, and he had the chance to filter it through writing, these experiences and delightful, and sometimes not so delightful, situations. Of course, the nineteen year-old didn't transport real humans into fictional text-versions in his world — no, he only surveyed the characteristics that made people what they were: real — and there were plenitudes of components that were able to trigger sympathy from readers, all of which he had made it his life's goal in uncovering. A certain essence of awe laid in everything, and albeit most folks would claim the Hirose to be one heck of a weird child for admiring boring, dull objects, he simply had a passion for art, for why things were what they were, for what they were designed for. "Mm'hm, a writer ,"[/b][/color] replied the lyricist, lightly, as he followed the other's gaze onto the aforementioned hands , "You catch on quick ."[/b][/color] Having to repeat a year in school had its pros and cons — sure, his parents had been damn flabbergasted, but what could they have done about it when they had been the first to support him in his novelist adventures? Sure, being a flunkee had younger classmates snicker and mock his intelligence, but what could he have done besides making them eat their own words? Things could have been worse. Hakumi had his ' soulmate ' with him and he had his friends there, too, to bake him cookies and whatever goodies he liked his stomach to be filled with; he had his — well, that was really all he had, honestly, to look forward to in school. If the boy had the power to do so, he would have dragged the entirety of his older friends, who have graduated, down with him; unfortunately, he didn't have the power, only measly words to guilt them to shame for ' abandoning ' him in his failures. Still, que sera sera — whatever happened, happened — and it was his own fault. ' Take up an instrument ', was what the forward companion suggested; an easy answer to ' fix ' his lack of solid musical experience. True, he did have comrades who were experienced with a variety of instruments, and it wasn't as if he hadn't thought of scheduling lessons into his routine, but there were two problems to that: one, he hated to burden people with silly, selfish requests; two, he had an unpredictable calendar that requested the majority of his time. "Maybe." he murmured, dragging his fingers to pinch the thin portion of the glass container; he tilted and fiddled the clear object. Perhaps, when he [hopefully] retired, he would finally possess the hours to do as he liked, given that his hands would still function correctly and not have exploded off his appendage. Maybe, echoed the word; maybe. The scent of quality food lingered into a flavorful aroma, eventually settling beside their table; a single platter was lifted from the waiter's grip and was placed before the fancier [dressed] of the two. He hadn't ordered anything from the menu and was more than content to go without a scrumptious dinner. Rarely was he ever ' hungry '. Takumi shot a question, and he prepared to speak — that was, until the beverage, loose in his grip, had literally been taken unexpectedly. He blinked, and by the time he drew a glance to the random source to figure what the hell had happened to his water, he finally knew what it had been used for: a defense mechanism [or an attack] against an ebony-coated feline. Really. The poor thing didn't seem harmful, much less capable of tossing laser beam out of its eyes to transform everyone into zombies — no, no, that was impossible, and point was: what did it do to upset the crazed lady who was unluckily close to their table's proximity? Why, oh, why this area of all the other sections of the restaurant..? Sighing, the male brunette stretched out of his seat, scooping the damp mammal onto his lap before unfolding an elegantly wrapped cloth that had encased a set of dining ware onto it; carefully, he rubbed the fabric against the fur, attempting to dry it. "Let me guess, cats worldwide have suddenly turned against mankind and you've set out to exterminate them ,"[/b][/color] he glanced at the female newcomer, masking the sarcasm in his tone with that of hearty demeanor as he lazily lifted a lone hand to give a short salute , "Should we be indebted to you for rescuing us, o' mighty warrior ?"[/b][/color] Luckily, he hadn't had any morsels on his plate, otherwise, if it hadn't been water, would it have been steak slapped onto the black animal? It would've liked that, he was sure, but he surely wouldn't have wanted to pay for a creature's meal; nothing good ever came out of spending money on expensive cuisine, really — correction: nothing good ever came out of this bars and clubs encrusted district, period. And this event was proof of that. Maybe Takumi would be able to enjoy his ordered platter; maybe. "Forgive me ,"[/b][/color] he directed his focus onto his companion, somewhat hoping the female customer would just leave the cat in peace and flee to her assigned seating arrangement; and just when he had thought it would be a pleasant evening. Silently, he prayed the woman wouldn't be the type of character he assumed she would be; and silently, yes, he hoped. [/size][/ul]
❚WORDS[/color] 1,125. ❚TAGS[/color] kairi, takumi. ❚LYRICS[/color] not lost, b.o.b (feat. t.i.). ❚NOTES[/color] haha, totally lol'd, though, natsu. but yeh, totally rambled, too -- so it's suckish, had no idea how to respond. xD and just a heads up so you guys don't think i'm dead — after this post, i'll be on vacation for a little more than a week, so i don't know how often i'd be able to check the thread's progress (o m o). [/size] [/blockquote] |
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Post by NAKAMORI TAKUMI on Jun 10, 2010 9:51:43 GMT -5
[/b] in the center of the ring, just like a circus When I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip,[/b] just like a circus Don't stand there[/b] watching me, follow me Show me what you can do[/font] ~~~[/center] Takumi was one part amused, one part annoyed.
But mostly just annoyed.
The girl had a fear of cats. Fine. That was understandable--it was a black cat, too. But was it absolutely necessary to snatch a stranger's drink and toss it on the animal? Just when he thought the night was going smoothly, too. He nearly snorted at Hirose's sarcastic comment, and for an instant, childishly hoped that Hirose was as frustrated with this girl as he was.
He could've yelled at her, scolded her, blue anger, red ice--but he knew how to play people. In the circles his family mingled with, knowing how to play the game was a necessity.
He really would've liked nothing more than to see the girl walk away, cat in tow. But he was perceptive. And somehow, this girl didn't look like one of those types. He rested his chin on his hand and gave a barely audible sigh. "Don't worry about it, Hirose," he said, in perhaps the gentlest tone he'd used all night. Compared to this girl, Hirose seemed like a saint. "It's not your fault. Are you alright?"
Briefly, he wondered if the girl was mentally unstable.
The cat mewed pitifully, and Takumi reached over for it. It curled up on his lap and looked at him with wide eyes. Takumi wasn't particularly fond of cats himself, but the poor thing looked like a stray--and it had just gotten soaked with ice water. "Are you alright?" he murmured, stroking its fur gently.
He was surprised that the girl had managed to get into the restaurant with the cat. He really knew nothing about the Roppongi district, but the restaurant they were in seemed to have much higher standards than that.
Beethoven's Violin Romance No. 2 was replaced by his fifth symphony. He smiled wryly. How fitting.
The cat began to purr, and he placed it on the chair beside his own, ignoring the waiter's protests. He turned to the girl.
He'd learned as a child--both from his family and from experience--that it was better to make friends (or at the least, acquaintances) than enemies. He'd learned to use things to his advantage, to play with words. So he said, "If you like, you can leave the cat here. I don't mind taking care of it for a while." He knew he was really quite good at being charming when he wanted to, and smiled politely.
The girl looked like the type to pick fights, anyway.
But in his mind, it was set. If this girl caused anymore trouble for him, forget waiting for his cousin. He'd walk home to Chiba in an instant, if he had to.
[/justify] ~~~ words: about 450 damnit how do you people write so much tags:haku and kairi comments: aw natsu, i'm sorry taku's being a jerk. he's picky. don't take it personally, kay?[/size] |
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Post by KASUGAZAKI KAIRI on Jun 10, 2010 18:18:03 GMT -5
L O O K . A T . M E . L I K E . . .
Kairi stared and took a step or two back - just to stay out of the way - when Hakumi picked up the cat. Her brows drew together although her gaze remained dull. "Ha ha ha," the words left her lips almost automatically as she watched Hakumi's attempt at drying the feline, "And you on the other hand are either a terrible joker or are born retarded." she said, her left brow arched lazily. "I'll give you credit for being both."
Her grip on the strap of her messenger bag tightened just slightly as her vision still fixed on the stray animal. She felt just a tad sorry for the poor douche - it was shivering in such a pathetic manner that anyone with a heart probably would - but that didn't mean that it was harmless. Not to Kairi, anyway. It was an animal with fur no matter what, after all.
"It's not your fault. Are you alright?"
"Funny. I thought I poured water on a cat." Kairi commented unenthusiastically with that usual dry sarcasm. Then, with a sigh through her nose as though it was someone else bringing trouble upon her, turned to blink at Hakumi without even a nod of acknowledgment, "But sorry that I interrupted your make out session with the glass of water."
"Uhm, miss?" Kairi's amber eyes blinked again.
"Hm." her eyes half-lidded still, the eighteen year old lazily turned both her head and vision to the waiter. "Coming, hun." she said as she turned around. But she blinked once more to Takumi upon noticing that he who was speaking once again was now talking to her. "I had no intention to take it with me anyway." she replied, her voice never breaking out of its usual monotonic mannerism as her blank facial expression remained, "So, to put it in a simpler form - no, I don't mind either if you wanna 'take care' of it, puny mortal."
With that, Kairi slowly directed her gaze to the waiter once again, "You can go on ahead and show me to my seat if you're ready." she said with a blink as though she wasn't the one that was holding up the man's schedule. She followed the waiter to a vacant table and sat down on one of the chairs, not elegantly but not rudely either, just casually, while the man filled her a glass of water.
She ignored the waiter when he offered to take her messenger bag. Instead, she just left it by her feet. Her laptop was in there and she wouldn't ever let any dumbass get their hands on it.
She flipped through the menu a little but then glanced up to the waiter without even skimming, "A medium steak - with extra sauce and extra fries on the side, no broccoli and no carrots. A large pepsi - extra ice cubes, but no lemon. And for dessert I want a slice of-" without a change of expression, she turned the menu to the waiter and stared at him blankly as he scribbled madly away. She pointed at a picture on the menu, "-this chocolate cake and don't forget to take off the cherry at the top. ... Got it all down?"
With another lazy blink of her amber eyes, Kairi shut the menu and handed it to the waiter who took it from her then went back to scribbling again. "Ah." Kairi looked to the table where the black cat was, "And the largest salmon you have for that table. Try not to mess it up." she said, gesturing to Takumi and Hakumi then, with a yawn after the waiter said he'd be back with her order soon, the brunette folded her arms and arched her back. She lowered her head to her arms and closed her eyes.
It's been a long and somewhat boring day - if you didn't count the fact that she'd pissed a couple of gangsters off - but she was still tired even with the lack of events. In fact, Kairi was always tired. That or she was simply way too lazy for her own good.
M A Y B E . I ' M . A N . A N G E L
U N D E R N E A T H !
[/b][/font][/center] Word Count: 680
Tagged: (Hakumi &) Takumi
Notes: uwoh! have lotsa fun, Ayumi <3 and, don't worry about it, Len - not like Kairi's not being a jerk herself, eh? lmao. -w-
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