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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 2:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 2:42 pm
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Well the thing was he couldn't help but be formal. If there was one good thing his mom taught it was to be formal. Oh well, she didn't want him to be, so he did as she said." No it's just I'm waiting it to cool for a bit, I don't like it too hot," he said, and then started eating. One thing that was most noticable was that he didn't touch the chicken. When she mentioned his scars he finally realized that his arm was bleeding. Before he didn't even feel it at all. She put the curry down and looked at his own arm. For asked for a simple glass of water. For some strange reason it felt easy to talk to Jess."I....I....I did strange....and certainly dangerous jobs. I didn't really want to do them, but it was the only fast way to get enough money to come to Japan and live for a bit," he explained. Notice that he didn't explain what jobs he did, only that he didn't like to do his job. After having his water Valentino got up, he started walking off slowly, but then stoped as his wond started hurting again,and also his legs seemed weak. Even after rejuvinating with the curry he still was slightly drained. He pressed his hand against the wall, going over to get his stuff. It was bad enough one of the bags had metal items in them, but carrying two bags of his stuff was really bad." I must get....going," he said, not wanting to look like he was solely depending on Jess.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 3:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 3:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 3:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 3:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 3:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 11:48 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 2:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:50 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 10:28 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 1:49 pm
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Eki rolled over waking up. When he tried to get up something was holding him back. "Oto... where are you going?" asked a girl. "Out." was his simple response. "Where?" she pressed. Forcing his way out of her embrace he got up and got dressed. Going back to the bed he leaned over the girl, "Don't worry, I'll be back in a bit. I promise." he reassured her. Eki lowered himself down and kissed her as if backing up his promise. He went to the door and picked up his bass. He looked back and waved goodbye to female, gave her a cute smile, and then left... with no intention of returning.
Tentou Yasuragi was his name, to girls he is Oto and to guys he is Eki. He is a sixteen year old, pretending to be eighteen. He recently joined the band Feme Fatal, he had been kicked out of his previous band for starting a fight at a show. He was always causing problems for stupid reasons, usually boredom. Once a band stopped progressing, he would get bored and start some random s**t. Despite his bad reputation, he was wanted by lots of bands because his skill with a bass was enough to get anyone going. It is also well known that if the band is doing well, he'll behave.
Outside of the apartment Eki slung his bass over his shoulder and sighed. He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it as he walked down the stairs to the street. As he reached the street he lifted his headphones over his ears and the already playing music rang though his head. He inhaled deeply, held it for a second, then exhaled the smoke and crossed the street. An oncoming car had to slam on its brakes and its horn echoed in the road but Eki couldn't hear it over his music. When he reached the other side of the road, he paused for a second, and then turned right and continued on his way.
He had a pounding headache leftover from last night and didn't remember what happened. He also didn't remember if anything was going on today so he decided to find Renna or Mikki and find out.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 7:59 am
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Time, 7:34. Day, who the hell knows? It was another one. Another day to shape his destiny. This was going to be a new story. A new day for him to make it big.
Shuyin woke up from his futon in his apartment, and looked around. The same room he's had for two years, a moderate space, fit for two, but he always needed the space for storage. For the various basses and studio equipment he owned. He got up, and surveyed the immediate surroundings. Microphones dangling from the ceiling, Amplifiers on the floor beside his bed, CDs scattered on a desk, written lyrics to songs, various guitars and basses in cases on the wall, then finally recording and mixing equipment hooked up to his Alienware laptop on his coffee table. As messy as he left it the night before.
He went over to his closet, and picked out a set of Jeans, a plain red shirt, and a black leather jacket. This was his uniform for the day. He walked out of his room, and into the living room/ kitchen/ dining room. It was a stark contrast to what his room looked like, everything orderly and clean, sorta like an Ikea showroom. A modest ikea showroom. If that was possible, anyway...
He walked over to the kitchen portion of the room, and took out a leftover sandwhich from one of the few Delis in Japan, and began eating the cold BLT. He finished the sandwhich, took a drink from a bottle of the jelly drinks that he liked, and walked out the door.
He made his way to the nearby studio, and checked in with his boss. The boss was a family friend who didnt originally like Shuyin's decision about taking a musician's lifestyle, but was eventually won over because he became the studio's in-house bassist, who could work with almost any genre, whether it be hip-hop, to rock. Shuyin clocked in, and began to practice in the studio, waiting for the first appointment.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 9:39 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 9:49 am
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