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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Feb 10, 2013 23:35:52 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][/style] [style=width: 400px; font: normal 11px arial; text-align: justify;]It was a nice day, on this Monday - April 23rd, to be exact. The past few days had been a bit dreary, although the skies were pretty clear compared to the month in general. The temperatures were a lot warmer, though Leon still hadn't lost his yellow and orange hoodie. Plus, he didn't really want to be found out. Sure, meeting fans was nice (and they made him feel rather nice about himself, too), but sometimes he would just like to take some pictures in peace. He had never given up his dream of photography, and as much as he enjoyed being a keyboardist, they were on vacation and he planned to embrace it. What better way then spend the day taking pictures? Plus, the scenery at the Kyoto Rooftop Gardens was more than beautiful. So camera in hand, he journeyed towards the hotel. He was sure that it was open for people not staying at the hotel, right? The band was staying at a hotel, just not this hotel. Maybe if he asked Eric to move them to this one... no. That was a bad idea. Moving the whole band into the Renaissance Hotel in the first place was hard enough, and they were quite comfortable with their penthouse. Leon really doubted that they would be able to fit all of them into this smaller hotel comfortably. No, it was probably best. But there was for wistful thinking of his. The gardens would get boring otherwise if he visited them every single day. It was best if it remained just a novelty so that when he did visit, there would be different things to photograph, different lights and shadows. Just thinking about it made him eager to go. And then he thought... maybe he was looking too conspicuous with his sweater. It was much too late to change now, though. Honestly, people don't just go walking around with a lion hoodie on a daily basis. But he supposed it did give his actual face a lot of cover and he wouldn't really be noticed. When he finally did reach the gardens, he was overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of it. Better than the pictures. And probably better than any of the pictures he would take. Still he went at it. He had gotten there fairly early, when the opening hours just starting, but two or three hours passed, and the sky was a lot clearer, and the shadows weren't so long anymore at around 10am. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2013 22:04:06 GMT -8
[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]Piper McQueen was a big fan of the Japanese culture. Everybody who knew her was constantly reminded of the fact, so much that they felt they were fanatics about the whole thing as well.
The brunette closed in on the doors, one step at a time, and the sound of her shoes hitting the smooth, polished steps in a steady rhythm wonderfully comforting and easy on the model’s ears. The lighting was dim, though Piper wasn’t bothered by the fact in the slightest, because she knew that beyond those doors, a garden that transcended all beauty would be sitting in front of her, basking in the light of the sun, sparkling and generally just tempting her to give everything a small little poke while suppressing silly giggles.
She’d decided to don semi-casual apparel, as the hotel itself was a thing to behold. She was sporting an olive green, low-cut blouse (which was much too embarrassing for Piper to wear without a black T-shirt), knee-length, faded jeans, white sneakers and a beret matching her blouse. Today, Piper had let her hair fall over one shoulder, completely unobstructed by useless accessories. Her brown eyes with wide with an almost child-like excitement that bundled itself up and buried itself inside her chest. Her lips cracked a grin before she’d even gotten past the door that led to the legendary Japanese roof-top garden.
Sunlight hit her pale face as she opened the door wide, taking in the smell of fresh flora and greenery. It was lush and the epitome of grace, the little flowers so delicate, like the fluttering wings of a firefly. They handled themselves with poise, and were clearly handled with utmost care—even an amateur botanist (which is to say, not at all) like Piper was able to tell. A wide, carefree smile spread across her face as she took it all in, letting herself absorb every miniscule detail that showed itself to Piper’s intent gaze. Her chocolate hues flickered back and forth, the tip of her tongue protruding slightly as she decided where she’d go first.
Stepping stones, pretty much necessary in a Japanese-themed garden, led the way deeper into the roof-top garden. Piper was impressed. Such a feat would’ve only been capable by the most talented. She was glad for their effort, though, because it allowed for people like her to enjoy the culture of the revered Japanese.
Spotting a strange article of clothing, however, Piper slowly skidded to a halt, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she attempted to make out the figure that stood a few meters in front of her. It was … a lion? No, it was standing upright. It looked more like a man wearing some sort of bright, flashy lion sweater.
Which, of course, was incredibly accurate and Piper just couldn’t believe her eyes. She entertained the thought of wearing glasses, but it was quickly washed away as Piper strove to get a closer look.
The woman stopped beside the figure wearing the intriguing sweater, and casually said, “It’s a beautiful garden, isn’t it?” Casing a sidelong glance at what looked like a man, she added, “That’s an interesting piece of clothing you’ve got there.”
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Feb 17, 2013 18:22:02 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] [/style] [style=width: 400px; font: normal 11px arial; text-align: justify;]Fifty pictures later and the sun a bit higher in the sky, Leon found himself dismayed. He perhaps took pictures of about a third of the garden and he wasn't sure how many more he could take. He knew he should have brought more... Well, too late for that. Best use up the film and then head back to the hotel and load them. Of course there wasn't much he could do with these pictures besides enjoy them himself. There was no profit - fans had no use of pictures he took that didn't contain band members. At least they were pretty, right? He had lost track of time, too... Well, at least he knew most of the people back at the hotel wouldn't really be too worried about him.
It was a little hot, and Leon found himself regretting his choice of clothing. But if he took it off now, he would surely be recognized... Right? Maybe he could escape being noticed. He was Japanese, this hotel was Japanese, he could totally pull off being one of the staff. This was LA too, full of Asians, for sure. He just needed to make sure that no one would notice him, that was all. Of course even then he could lie through his teeth and hope for the best and just pretend to be one of those reclusive Asians that didn't say much and just took pictures. Yeah... That was the plan.
Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't startled when someone came up from behind him. "Ah! Crap..." Leon nearly dropped the camera. All that time would have been wasted, though he couldn't say he was all that mad. It was his fault, after all. And he could easily get a new camera and come back another day, seeing as he had more than enough time on his hands for it. And another excuse to come back to this beautiful place, anyways. He had really better stop dwelling too much on the fact or he really would regret not breaking his camera...
"Yes, it is beautiful. And um... Don't mind the hoodie... It's the first thing I grabbed and I didn't realize until I was halfway here. I couldn't turn back after going so far so... Yeah. Interesting choice, I guess." There went his mouth. Off again. Awkward... The girl who spoke (did she ever give her name?)... Wow, she had pretty hair! He had to resist the urge to touch it. "I'm, um... Should he give his real name? "Leon. It's nice to meet you!" |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 10:04:51 GMT -8
[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]Piper regarded the man closely as he clumsily fumbled with what was in his hands—it appeared to be a camera of some sort. He was clearly startled by her sudden appearance, and Piper felt that she held some responsibility for the young man’s outburst.
“Ah! Honto ni gomen ne—I mean, I’m sorry!” She blushed profusely as she realized that she’d allowed a Japanese apology to exit her lips. The sentence hung in the air, and it was only then when she allowed herself to chuckle at her own mistake. “Ha ha. Sorry. I tend to do that a lot.” She tilted her head in an affectionate gesture, the corners of her lips lifted to reveal a good-natured grin.
Piper casually scrutinized the young male, who actually seemed as though he were younger than her. He sported dark hair—it was funny, though. Piper couldn’t tell if it was a really black or… a really dark shade of blue. Either way, Piper could plainly tell that it had been meticulously groomed and cared for, causing her hues to flicker to her own hair. She self-consciously twirled her chocolate locks around her index finger, pursing her lips as she studied them, wondering if her own care for them was enough. Sure, she didn’t like to over-use shampoo products, but…
Piper also noticed that she was in fact taller than the man, who appeared to be Asian. Actually… it was more Japanese than anything, though he could’ve been Korean—Piper tended to mix the two together, though she was painfully aware that a true Japanese lover would’ve been able to tell the two apart. She also noticed that he was indeed quite attractive.
She giggled once more as the young man explained himself. “How do you manage that, not knowing what you’re wearing until you’ve walked a good distance?” She didn’t mean it as an aggressive insult—it was a slight teasing, but she realized (of course, after the words had been said) that the man might not appreciate her sense of humor. She made a mental note to run her sentences through her head before she spoke again.
“You can call me Piper,” she replied in kind, processing the name. She cast a sidelong glance in the young Asian male’s direction, not noticing the fact that he was from a popular Japanese band. How was she supposed to know? She wasn’t “hip” with everything, she supposed. However, the question lingered in her mind, and she found that she just had to ask it.
“Are you… Japanese?”
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Feb 26, 2013 21:06:17 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] [/style] [style=width: 400px; font: normal 11px arial; text-align: justify;]Ah, was he found out? Already... she was speaking Japanese. Was it because he was Asian? To just assume that... man, some people just had some nerve, didn't they? Of course, Leon didn't quite mind, although his English was a great deal better than his Japanese. Only too late did he find out it was actually unintentional on her part. Oh well, it didn't matter much, it was the apology that counted, right? "Don't worry about it! You didn't do it on purpose, right? And I didn't drop it, so no harm done." She seemed sincere enough, and Leon didn't really care all that much. "And it's alright. It's cool. I understood you anyways."
This girl's smile seemed to be infectious, as the Asian found himself smiling as well. Don't stare at her hair... don't stare at her hair... Of course, he managed seem to ignore her, which totally wasn't rude at all, and continue snapping a few more pictures with his camera. He couldn't possibly be caught staring at her hair, not when it wasn't even that obscure of a color as his was... sort of. While he did revel on people looking at his own hair, he completely understood how odd it was for him to be looking at other people's hair. Still he stole a few off-handed glances towards those brown locks...
Ah, he gave up. He couldn't just keep ignoring her because of his... odd appreciation for her hair. Time to move to another subject, such as that of his jacket. Yes, it was odd, and yes, it was a bit weird for him to have not noticed for such a long time, but could he be cut just a little slack? It had been early in the morning, cold, and the jacket had been cozy... And he wasn't the most observant of people, so that was sort of a factor towards his lapse of mind. "I just... well, I don't really have a better excuse than that, because it's the truth." Still he laughed along with it either way. "It was pretty stupid of me, wasn't it? Ah well, I've done worse in public."
Her name was pretty too - just as pretty as her hair. Ah no, he was just being creepy now. Nope, she was just a regular person, that just happened to have nice hair. But he just twitched when she asked her next question - was he Japanese?
"Um... yes? I guess it's not that obvious, is it? Why do you ask, though?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 4:11:03 GMT -8
The brunette breathed a quiet sigh of relief, her body seeming to release the anxiety that had bugged her for only a few seconds. “That’s good,” she replied, tilting her head as she regarded the camera. “It looks expensive.” Of course, Piper wasn’t an expert on electronic devices, so she wasn’t completely sure of herself.
Piper observed the young man studiously as he continued to shoot photos of the scenic Asian sights, clutching her bicep and leaning on her left leg in a relaxed position. He seemed to be enjoying himself. However, Piper couldn’t help but notice a couple of glances being shot in her direction, and to every one of them, the model attempted to meet and acknowledge with a sheepish smile of her own. All the while, she was biting her lip and smoothing herself out, wondering if there was something unusual about her apparel or overall appearance.
The Asian man began to speak with her once more. Piper chuckled along with him, politely and with some restraint. She was surprised to find that she was cognizant of her own actions, before concluding that the reason for her oddly mild behaviour was her need to land a good first impression on the man, even though she knew that the chances of them meeting again were incredibly slim. Despite this, she said: “No, no. You look great in it. It’s cute, really.”
She stopped herself from saying any more, noticing that she was trying too hard to console him, and knowing that it would sound pretty weird if she attempted to go further. Her gaze continued to eye his strange choice in attire, though her thoughts were by no means negative. In fact, she was wondering what would happen if she tried going to a photo shoot with a lion sweater on, looking all sexy and sassy. The corners of her lips lifted as she marvelled at the thought.
She studied his words as he revealed that he was indeed Japanese. A small flutter occurred inside her chest, but she also noticed that he hadn’t exactly showed enthusiasm in his answer.
Darn it, Piper. I thought you were going to at least pretend you had some tact.
“Ah,” she uttered. “I … thought so?” She bowed her head, staring at the tops of her shoes and bit her lips, thoroughly abashed. She looked up, looking at the Japanese man, Leon, through her hair. “Sorry. I’m a bit of a fan when it comes to Japanese music. It was a weird question—I get it.” She was surprised with her actions—she didn’t expect her, Piper McQueen, to be incredibly flustered. She was normally radiating with a unique, flamboyant charm. She gritted her teeth.
Eh … I guess this means I have a weakness for Japanese men.
Swiping the stray hair out of her eyes, she decided that she wasn’t going to fumble and stammer her way through the majority of the conversation. She smiled at the dark blue-haired man. “You into our ‘American’ music? I, personally, am not so much of a fan of it. I’m a pretty weird woman—my friends tell me that a lot.”
(OOC: Fan of Japanese music, don't know anything 'bout Leon's band. Seems legit.)
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Mar 7, 2013 21:05:29 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Now this was just unfortunate, it was. Oh well, she didn't seem to catch on much, and Leon decided that perhaps he could have gotten away unscathed. It was, after all, a Japanese garden, so it wasn't absolutely unreasonable to think that he was a Japanese person. And if he didn't look Asian, then what? He calmed himself down a little bit. Just a regular girl, who just happened to approach him with his weird hoodie, in the Japanese gardens full of pretty scenery. "It's fine, really! I just... It sort of caught me off guard, is all. It's not weird at all, I wouldn't want you to mistakenly think of me as Korean or Chinese, or something of that sort."
He decided to ignore her comment about liking Japanese music. Leon didn't hear anything of the sort. Nothing at all. What was that? She said she was a fan? No, you must be mistaken. She never said anything of the sort. Of course at this point he was just deluding himself. But obviously she didn't recognize him, so all was saved. Although, it wasn't too much of a stretch to say that the keyboardist was a bit dismayed. If she knew of Japanese music - claimed to be a fan, even - how come she didn't recognize him?! Or maybe she was just thick and didn't comprehend it at the very least. Or maybe she had even heard of the band but just didn't... know who he was. Oh, that was absolutely the worst!
Though, she did have nice hair (he had to stop looking at her hair, even if it was hard). "Japanese music? Really? What artists do you like?" So, Leon was a bit curious. If she didn't listen to the kind of music the band played, then what did she listen to? Maybe she could even refer some artists to him. The girl groups were nice, too! The only problem with that was really that he really mostly paid attention to their outfits than anything else. But they were just so pretty, what else could he do but look at the outfits?! He'd wear them himself but finding replicas was a bit hard these days, even with his own means. And that would be more than a little suspicious.
"I guess American music is nice, too. I honestly don't listen to it much, but that's usually because I don't really turn on the radio. Or bother to look it up online. " Really... he ought to look some of it up. English was a lot more fun than Japanese was, in his opinion, and this place was literally crawling with English-speakers. Let him that this as an opportunity to talk a bit. Not that he didn't speak English with any of his band mates, but it was nice speaking to a stranger, almost even better. "Not related to the subject, um... Y-your hair's really pretty." No! Bad Leon! He wasn't used to giving out compliments to other people. Even if it was true. He liked being on the receiving end of positive comments and he hadn't been thus far. But her hair... it was just so long and luscious and... would it be too awkward for him to ask to touch it yet?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2013 8:10:34 GMT -8
A ceremonious nod in the younger man’s direction was all that Piper could manage—she feared the betrayal of her lips, her tactless words. Her eyes softened into a thoughtful expression as he asked for the kinds of Japanese music she actually liked. The brunette tilted her head at the question before answering.
“Well … Vocaloid music sung by real people? That’s usually how I find my music—clicking random videos with Japanese titles to songs whose titles I can only guess by seeing the thumbnails,” she replied smoothly, in spite of how she clutched her bicep in anxiety. “I’m usually listening to that kind of music. I don’t know … I think I just like hearing different people sing the same song. It’s really interesting,” she finished mildly, offering a rather bashful grin.
At the mention of songs, her gaze rested on his visage for a few seconds. She suddenly had the strangest feeling that she’d seen (or heard) him from somewhere, but she could quite place a finger on it. Her brows lifted in an inquiring expression, lasting momentarily before it disappeared and was replaced with an affable smile. She was imagining things.
She chuckled shyly at his response to American music—she didn’t blame him, but she wasn’t in a position to defend or condemn American music. She never really listened to it, anyway. “Right, right,” she nodded in agreement.
“Eh?”
A sharp intake of breath reflected her surprise. A pink tone thrilled her cheeks. Piper averted her gaze, and thought that her body seemed to be acting on its own. She was certain that she didn’t have any feelings of romance towards the man. Rather than loving feelings, it was more flattery that had been laid on thick—or seemed to because the person in question was her type. Either way, she wouldn’t stand for this. Her cheeks calmed down, and she soon had full control of her body.
“Wow, thanks.” She grinned. “I wasn’t expecting that, but okay! On the subject of hair, one can really tell that you take care of your hair well.” She wasn’t laying it on thick, oh no. She was just being honesty. That was what she kept on telling herself, anyway.
Piper went on to look particularly baffled, a finger twirling the chocolate locks that flowed down over her shoulder. She was looking at Leon’s hair. “That’s what I’m saying, but I have to ask. What color is your hair? I…” she paused momentarily, wondering if her question would be met with mocking laughter, or maybe even a condescending look, or something else that would make her feel humiliated. “I keep thinking it’s a really dark shade of blue, but I’m not even sure of myself right now.”
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Mar 15, 2013 22:46:04 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Vo... caloid? That sounded fairly familiar, for some reason. What was that again... Ha-hatsune Mika, or something like that? That... program robot thingy. But with people singing it. Well, if it reached all the way to American audience, then it had to be pretty good, right? It was pretty popular back in Japan, though Leon didn't really listen to it. But, well, if she recommended it, then he might as well give it a try, right? And they would be human vocals, and he could probably understand them. "Vocaloids are the... robots singing, right? Something like that. Hatsune... Mika?" Well it wasn't like singing robots weren't interesting - they were quite. The notion was uncommon and weird, but eh, if it was good music, it was good music.
"Wait, you can't read Japanese?" Why had he been under the impression that she knew Japanese? She did try to apologize to him in that language, maybe that contributed to that. "So you listen to different people sing the same song - like covering, right? Sometimes I wish I could sing, though I don't even do backing voca-" Crap no he wasn't supposed to say anything! And now she was staring at him oddly, for whatever reason. Was it what he just said?
"What? Did I say something weird? Do I have somewhere weird stuck on my face? Just your expression... looks like you're wondering about something." There must be something, so he subconsciously touched his face. Nothing. Then what? He only said something rather non-specific and she probably didn't even catch it, so he was safe for the time being. It really wouldn't do if she got a revelation and became a rabid fangirl. Fangirls were bad - as much as he liked the attention, he liked the attention when he life was potentially not in danger. And while Piper probably wasn't one of those - well, he now knew she liked Japanese music and she knew enough to absentminded say things in Japanese there was a dismal chance that she probably didn't know him at all.
He hoped very much of that, because he had just complimented her on her hair, and Leon really didn't want her freaking out over how he had. It was just that it was really nice, and his hair appreciation always acted up at the weirdest of times. "Sorry for catching you off-guard. It's just... your hair. Yeah..." He dug himself into an awkward spot just now. He was actually very glad when the conversation switched itself to centering on him. He had always liked talking about himself. She was right... very right. He was very meticulous about his hair. "Thank you! I try very hard when it comes to my own hair."
Though the question about hair color threw him off a bit. "That's actually... a very good question. You'd think I know considering it's my own hair, but it really depends on the lighting, y'know?" Blackish-blue was the best way he could describe it. After all, Leon wasn't the one who went crazy on the hair dye - he just went crazy on the hair care and contacts. "You're actually right, I guess. It is a rather dark blue - though I guess most people would call it black too." It took some courage to be able to admit something like that. Though he had to admit, sometimes his hair did look unusual in certain instances. "Most people don't mention it, though." |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2013 3:38:31 GMT -8
Piper couldn’t help but giggle while nodding her head, her eyes bright and smiling. He’s so cute, she thought adoringly. The way he awkwardly stumbled through his sentences struck the brunette as endearing, and she couldn’t help but think of him as a little brother at that moment. “Yeah, you’re pretty much right. Her name’s Hatsune Miku, though. Robotic twin-tailed diva,” she informed, her hands twirling around her head to indicate Miku’s trademark pigtails. “I prefer to listen to human vocals, though. I mean, I don’t have anything against her. She’s cool.” She waved her arms in the air in front of her in a reassuring gesture. “It just feels kind of weird to me, y’know?”
His next question seemed to have caught her off guard, judging from the way she leaned back slightly with a surprised expression painted onto her face. Piper proceeded to avert her gaze, becoming very interested in her feet. She laced her hands behind her back. “Yeah,” she admitted, nodding shamefully. “I’m really gung-ho about the limited amount of phrases I do know in Japanese, so I try to use them in everyday situations, I guess.”
She lifted her head. “Ah, about that! I apologize. I thought you looked, er, familiar. I don’t know why, though. Just a strange thought—you can forget about it.” She nodded again, more to herself this time. It was like she was trying to convince herself that she was mentally stable. The conversation seemed to be making sure that each person had their fair share of flustered moments. She could’ve growled at the conversation, but that would’ve just dug a deeper hole for her own self.
With renewed conviction to stop being a complete moron, she nodded at Leon. “Mm. Thanks for that. You know how to make a girl’s day,” she teased him, flashing a casual grin.
She was on a roll, her expressions switching about faster than a thespian’s—Piper was becoming skilled in falling into the flow of a fast-paced conversation. She was thoughtful for a moment before shrugging her shoulders, the answer frustratingly elusive. “It looks like a really dark shade of blue right now,” she noted. “Well, it’s a pretty color,” she continued simply. “And it looks good on you. That’s all that matters, really.”
Oh boy, she was already quoting her own manager. The plethora of sayings and proverbs that her manager seemed to pour out of her mouth was unbelievable, and it was already begging to rub off on her. She was not about to become picky about her appearance. She only agreed to modeling because there was good pay and as long as she wasn’t discovered in public, she didn’t have to wear outrageous outfits every day, nor was she expected to be on top of the latest trends. She still had to look stylish, but she was pressured to do so. It seemed that both participants of the conversation had something to hide from each other.
Steering her thoughts away for the moment, the tingling, odd sensation was back again. Her memories were becoming angry hornets, stinging her repeatedly in frustration to get her to remember where it was she’d seen Leon. Her expression retained a bemused look, her lower lip pushed outwards as she thought. “I’m serious, though . . . I swear I’ve seen you around before. I don’t know where, and it’s really bothering me. You know any reason why I might’ve seen you?” she asked, troubled.
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Mar 22, 2013 22:28:36 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] "Hatsune Miku, huh? Well, I was only one character off." And Leon had managed to get her last name, which was the more difficult part. He did remember it had something to do with being like the first sound. Though the translation made a bit more sense now that he actually knew what her first name was... First sound of the future, eh? "I understand where you're coming from though. It sounds more natural, I guess? Then again, I can't really compare." Robots... weren't human voices. Though he really couldn't compare seeing as he had never really listened to the singing robotic sounds in the first place. It was just his opinion though, not that it really held much of value at the moment.
"You seem really... ecstatic... about Japanese." For lack of a better word, Leon wasn't all that sure how to describe that. He didn't want to say obsession, because he didn't know her that well, and she was rather... well, she said so herself. She liked using the limited amount of phrases in everyday language. "Oh, and really don't worry about it. It's just... I'm sort of self-conscious, okay? Don't tell anyone. Though, do I really look familiar? I don't get that a lot, to be honest." And that was a lie if he ever told one. "Not a lot of people meet someone with my hair color. Oh, okay. It didn't happen, then." He managed to insert a sort of cheekish smile. What in the world did he remind her of, anyways? Surely if he was familiar it would be his band, right? He wondered just how he was going to get out of this situation with the others.
Leon didn't think they'd take it very lightly if he revealed the band's location to someone. Though he was a little bit offended. He knew he shouldn't pick a choose - either he wanted her to know that he was from Sound Fuse, or he didn't. At the same time, he couldn't actually pin-point where his loyalties lied with that. While he really did want to hide his identity (as much as he loved seeing and meeting and greeting his fans, the limited amount that he did have, he really didn't want them to discover his whereabouts and unintentionally kill him in their mad frenzy), he was also rather disappointed he wasn't recognized right away. Was he just... not significant? No, he wasn't, and this was a good thing that she didn't right out discover him. If he was covert enough he could avoid discovery and it would be good enough. His ego really didn't need to be butting in right about now.
Onto a different subject - she complimented his hair! That was great! He loved being complimented on his hair! It almost evened out with when he made the first move towards the complimenting of the hair. "Thanks. If it looks good on me, then I accomplished my job." It wasn't like he spent hours slaving over his hair every single morning to make it perfect and unique. Okay, well, he re-used some hairstyles (very few, though! It only occurred when he was lazy), and he'll admit he was in a bit of a rush today because of his intense want to take pictures and not totally screw up the lighting on them. Oh god no... he really didn't need... he could just feel his self-esteem rise up to dangerously egotistical levels. This is her fault... she was the one who triggered it.
Not that he really minded, but she was going to have to deal with him having the intense need to talk about himself now, and brag about how great he was. She'd probably be sick of it after a while, too. And he really couldn't tell her about some things as she still hadn't figured out who exactly he was. Which was a good thing, he had to remind himself. A good thing. "You've seen me around?" Even though he knew exactly where she had probably seen him, Leon decided to hear more of what she had to say, which wasn't really much. "No... I don't. Probably haven't seen me around the area, to be honest, it's my first time here. Me and some friends, and brothers, are staying in LA for an extended vacation. We haven't really been here for so long, though." God did he want to brag about himself and the band right now. But he held back with yet another lie. "No reason to have seen me at all. Nope." |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2013 18:25:19 GMT -8
Piper tilted her head, a smirk adorning her facial features, her feminine features shining brightly, her countenance affectionate and welcoming. They’d only been chatting for a few minutes, and Piper was already beginning to treat Leon like an old childhood friend.
She nodded in agreement. “Mm. Robots singing can be attractive, I guess. I think I’ll stick to human vocals, where I can listen to and enjoy an actual human being’s talents.” She fiddled with her lush, brown hair as she spoke. “Vocaloid songs are nice, though. Intoxicating . . . perhaps, for lack of a better term,” she grinned, shifting her weight from one leg to another and folding her arms neatly across her chest. “I’m weird like that. It’s one of my best features.”
Piper let out a chuckle, shaking her head. “Well. I’m not totally into Japanese culture that I’d pretend I’m Japanese.” Had she allowed even a smidgen of dignity escape her, though, she could very well be capable of it. “It interests me.” The brunette pursed her lips, eyeing Leon with an eyebrow cocked upwards. “Ha. This probably sounds really weird to a Japanese person,” she snickered, more at herself than anything else.
Leon awkwardly plowed through his words, earning him a cheeky grin from Piper. She nodded. “Yup. Didn’t happen.” This person was really entertaining. She’d totally have him as a little brother.
She was silent for a moment, pondering her next words, or perhaps constructing some sort of witty prose for her to say. Either way, her thoughts were interrupted by Leon’s voice once more, thanking her for complimenting his hair. She flashed a thumbs-up. “Lookin’ good.” She didn’t really know what to say.
Her eyes wandered to the scenery that they’d been ignoring for a bit. She turned away from him, whirling around on the balls of her feet, immersing herself in the scenery of the Japanese garden. “All right,” she said, nodding, but she knew she’d probably go digging around for information on him later (in retrospect, she was disgusted that she’d thought a thought like that). Her voice, however, was far away, up in the clouds. She was busy admiring the view, her hands laced behind her back.
“Y’know . . . someday, I really want to go to Japan.” She turned back to face Leon. “But I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to navigate at all, nor communicate. My navigation skills are already abominable—just imagine if I couldn’t even ask anybody for directions.” Her smile was sheepish, her cheeks slightly colored. “I still want to go, though. Have you been there? How is it like?”
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Mar 29, 2013 1:02:43 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Leon had to agree with Piper here. Human voices did have more emotion, yet he still couldn't compare it. Ah well. "Intoxicating? How so?" Well, there had to be a reason she liked human covers of songs that were originally sung by robots, right? Otherwise, she'd just listen to regular Japanese music, wouldn't she? Well, or so his logic dictated. "Something must be special about specifically Vocaloid, or else you'd just listen to regular Japanese music - not that, of course, I'm implying that you don't, if you do." But she had said so herself - it was intoxicating. "And your weirdness is certainly... charming in some ways."
Diving into the next of the multitude of topics they were simultaneously keeping afloat, Leon found himself... sort of understanding her view of things. It was still a bit awkward for him, but then again, it was because he was Japanese, wasn't it? He wasn't even all that good at Japanese, being the worst of his three languages, but he was sort of fluent. "I get it sort of. You're an... um... very interested in Japanese culture." He'd say 'otaku' but, that was sort of disrespectful, and she wasn't exactly one of the more annoying of the bunch either, not from what he knew from her. Though, didn't Americans have like a different meaning for that word? What it could possibly mean, he was under the impression that some people were proud of it? My, my, Americans were sometimes really weird. Although he couldn't say much, this was about the only thing that he knew of in Japan and didn't have English knowledge of.
They seemed to have dropped the subject of his 'familiarity', thank goodness, but what was that tugging feeling at the back of Leon's mind that told him that this wouldn't be the end of it? Ah, well, maybe he should ignore it, after all, what harm could there be done, anyways? He had made a valiant effort to cover up, and it was lucky that Piper didn't seem to notice who he was. And with how distracted she looked right now, looking at the scenery which (he'll admit) was easy to get lost into with all it's beauty, he hoped that she would just forget to have any passing thought to look him up.
"Japan sure is beautiful in some places. And Japan does attract a lot of American tourists, so it's not too unreasonable to think there'd be some English speakers there to help you out." Not to mention most Japanese people probably knew English to a little extent. Enough to sort of communicate. "I've been, though I can't really tell you all that much about how it is. It is really pretty depending on the places you go, but where I've lived it's not too unlike a neighborhood here, just with Japanese people and Japanese... things." |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2013 12:06:11 GMT -8
In retrospect, everything she’d said so far had been due to exposure to Japanese man stimulant, causing her words to come out either jumbled up or soaked in an attempt to synchronize interests that if she’d looked back on the conversation she wouldn’t have guessed that it had been her speaking. She frowned sourly at the thought, silently reprimanding herself for acting like an idiot. Even so, her self-deprecation was probably useless anyway, seeing as Leon probably didn’t look like he cared one way or another, and if he did, he was being extremely careful to hide it from her—a trait that she wasn’t sure she hated or liked about him.
“Intoxicating . . .” she mused, her thoughts trying to get back to what she’d been originally thinking when she said it. “Well, as robots, their vocal ranges can be played with, and they can easily reach those high notes that some humans can’t, is what I’m saying. They can structure their songs with that advantage. Other than that, though,” she trailed off, her face wrinkling in confusion, “I don’t know why I like them. Maybe I just haven’t cared to look too much into non-Vocaloid songs.” She turned her gaze to Leon. “Maybe I should look into some Japanese bands.” The sentence carried no suspicions from her.
She nodded happily at Leon’s understanding, her head bobbing up and down. “Yeah, it’s like an interest that people have—maybe somebody’s really into a certain breed of dog, or perhaps a style of music. I’m interested in Japanese culture.” She shrugged languidly. “It doesn’t border on obsession or anything, but if you were interested in something, you’d want to know more about it, right? Admire a certain breed of dog, listen to a certain type of music, or chat with a person from a culture you’re interested in.”
The conversation was slowly reaching to a standstill, leaving a very quiet Piper with nothing to say. A wry smile crept its way onto Piper’s face, which almost shook her head in understanding of her foolish actions. “Yeah, I see what you mean. I should’ve known,” she chuckled. Leon proceeded to tell her about Japan. Piper didn’t say anything, following along with small nods of her head and smiles right on cue.
Other than that, however, she couldn’t think of anything else to say—after all, she didn’t exactly know him. To Piper, Leon seemed somewhat restrained, or maybe even uncomfortable. Piper couldn’t say she liked that. Breathing out, she sighed. “I should be going now. Forgot I had things to do.” She shook her head, eyeing the exit warily. She didn’t feel like getting on Leon’s nerves much longer, so she silently excused herself and hurried off, her chest heavy.
(OOC: Piper has nothin' more to say, so she escapes.)
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