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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 10:39 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 4:16 pm
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Groaning softly, Naoko blinked, his head feeling groggy with the early morning light filtering in through the blinds. But wait... those weren't his blinds... This definitely wasn't his bed either. "Kuso..." Naoko groaned again, throwing one arm over his eyes to block out the light. He was tired, a little sore, and hungry. Three very bad combination's in his mind. Finally sitting up, blankets falling to his waist, Naoko realized that he was still wearing the same clothes from the day before, sans his coat of course. That knowledge sat well... except for one little thought tugging at the back of his mind. Before Oumori could figure out that thought however... he heard a familiar ringtone...
Kimi ga oshiete kureta Jibun tashiku aru koto o Dakara donna toki mo Shinjite susumu yo Life goes on.
Before the phone could break into the chorus again, Naoko pulled the cell from his pants pocket and flipped it open. "Hai?" he asked sleepily, looking around for any sign of his coat or his cigarettes. Neither were in the room, unfortunately. Standing, NAKO headed out of the bedroom and into the empty apartment. 'That's right... this is Ryu's place...' he thought as the frantic sound of his temporary manager came through the phone. "Hn..." Naoko replied, digging through his pockets, not really caring to give the man the time of day, much less a proper 'yes'. "You do know I hate phones, right?" the young man spoke quickly before placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting the end, taking a quick pull. He hoped Ryuukaze wouldn't mind him smoking in his living room. Or rather kitchen, because something smelled delicious and it drew the musician into the next room. Of course Ryu was out taking Yumi for a walk... but NAKO didn't know that, and he was beginning to wonder what happened to his gorgeous akuma. Sighing, Naoko leaned against the counter, using an obviously old soda can for a makeshift ashtray. "Look, I'll be in when I can. I have to head back to my place and..." More yelling. "It's none of your damn business where I am." Oumori replied, his patience thin. "Yeah, I met the drummer... we still need..." the blond paused. "Really? Well, we still need a bass player. Find that and we can start recording... of course I haven't..." he sighed again, about ready to break the phone in half. "I'm not leaving it up to the vocalist to come up with all our songs. I've..." again he was interrupted. "I'm working on it. No, it isn't finished yet... Hn... Right... Wakatta yo..." This conversation wasn't going where he'd hoped. "I'll bring it with me to the studio. We can discuss it th.... hn... whatever." closing the phone and pocketing it once more, Naoko took an annoyed drag of his cigarette. Already his day sucked...
(((OOC: Song/Ringtone was by CHEMISTRY, from the song "Life Goes On ~Side K".)))
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 12:29 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 6:17 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 5:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 6:28 pm
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-Katsura Daisuke-
Daisuke was lying on his bed looking out a window, wich was something he had been doing for hours since he couldn´t sleep at all, the light of the sun was starting to get inside his room, a slight sigh escaped his lips while he sat up and slightly rustled his hair. He moved the sheets off his body while he stood up and walked out of his room and headed twards the bathroom, he slowly began to undress himself as he turned on the shower and walked in feeling the water fall on his head and run down his neck, back and chest. He took a quick shower and walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, he walked twards his room as he began to get dressed while he thought about somehting to do and finaly decided that he should go to the studio and practice a little. He got himslef ready to go to the studio makeing sure not to leave anything behinde as he then walked out of his apartment and walked twards the studio. He moved out of his mothers house when he finished high shool but even though he moved out years ago he still helps her pay the bills. When he arrived at the strudio, he walked in and showed his ID as he walked twards their recording room and once he walked in he saw Mizu hugging a pillow and he aparently seemed to be asleep, he quietly walked twards the couch were he was lying down as he then sat down on the small table that was infront of it. Mizu looked compleatly defenseless at that moment and all of his girlish features made him look verry atractive. He sat there looking at him for a while as he then finaly decided to wake him up. " Oi! Mizu!, rise and shine! " he said as he placed one hand on his shoulder and gently shook him trying to wake him up. A few moments later he got the idea about takeing a picture of him sleeping with his celphone and teasing him later on, but that wasn´t possible now.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 10:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 5:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 6:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:41 pm
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((It's the holidays, I think we are entitled to a couple of fail posts.)) Kawamura Ishi
Throughout the ordeal, Ishi had not opened his eyes, drifting somewhere between sleep and awareness. It was still too warm, especially swaddled in the shirt, but Ishi was too exhausted to fight the weight that had settled over his hips. Unaware of the audience composed only of Kazuo, he gave a last squirm, trying to buck Kai off, before the fight seemed to drain out of him. It felt like an effort just to draw the heavy air in and out of his lungs. With the last bit of fight, the brief second wind Ishi had gathered left him as well. This time, the sleep Ishi found was absolute, deep and dreamless.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 9:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 8:54 pm
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