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Post by KAZUE FUJIHARA on Mar 26, 2013 1:59:53 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 0px; width: 550px; background: #d4dca5 url('http://i.imgur.com/vUXY4UO.png') no-repeat bottom right; border: 4px solid #ffffff; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; border-radius:15px;,true] | | [atrb=width,448][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 441; padding-top: 7px; padding-left: 7px;] Typically, when one was a tourist, you would be found toting around a backpack and a camera...and probably a translation book. Well, to be fair, she did have her pocket translation, and she did have a shoulder bag – but the acoustic guitar slung across her back for most the day was a little out of the ordinary, to say the least. The weight of it brought a lot of comfort to her, however, made her feel a little less lost. And boy was that a nice consolation.
She could have stayed in the hotel, sure – but Kazue was a social creature by nature, and the company of several men she'd been stuck with for the past several years didn't cut it after a while. She liked crowds, chatter, noise, the energy of someplace full of life, even if the language being spoke around her wasn't her natural tongue and added confusing to the mix. It was nice, though, to simply sit back and relax and absorb herself in a culture she was attempting to become accustomed to, fairly sure they were set to be here for enough time for her to need to adjust. 'At least actually learning English didn't go to waste' she mused silently, dark eyes carefully moving between each small group of people around her.
Unlike most the people in the large square littered with seating areas surrounding a large fountain and a few potted trees, the young woman wasn't laden by shopping bags – she had one settled at her feet, sure, which carried a replacement set of high-quality headphones after her first set had been damaged in her trip here. Seated on the outer rim of the fountain, aforementioned guitar case sat upright next to her and one hand clutching it protectively, she was blissfully unaware to the fact that she stood out a bit in the higher class society in her loose-fitting jeans and double-layered long sleeved shirt, having purposely dressed down to obscure her gender, just in case. She'd become used to dressing down to maintain her...well, secret was a bit exaggerated...ploy, perhaps? It likely wasn't needed so long as she was in America, but old habits die hard.
She'd been sat there for a good four or five minutes before something odd came to her attention. She watched as a child flanked by her parents a little ways down from her was excitedly pointing at the fountain, which was followed by said child being handed a coin, which she lobbed into the fountain. 'What the hell'. The expression that crossed her face was borderline comical and a glance around the surrounding people told her this was, apparently, normal. Excuse her if she was a little thrown off by chucking money into a fountain – it was a damn waste. Several years in luxury had yet to break her of being frugal.
Needless to say she was a little disturbed when she looked into the water to find the bottom littered with coins. She leaned over the water slightly, craning her neck in attempt to see around the centerpiece, hoping the other side wasn't just as bad or she may be tempted to start picking it out of the water...she probably wouldn't do it but she'd think about it. This ended up being a large mistake, seeing as she used her guitar as leverage to hold her up – which promptly slid outwards as he leaned too much weight on it, sending Kazue's upper half pitching into the water.
It wasn't anything terribly dramatic, no, it wasn't like she completely fell in – but she did throw out her hand that wasn't holding the sliding case, which propelled forward until it hit the coin-scattered bottom she'd been eyeballing. The following splash managed to soak her face, shoulder, and about half of her chest, hair falling forward so that large chunks of the blonde tips became submerged in the water. There was about three seconds while her brain processed what just happened, which was followed by the decision of 'Well, this is definitely my shining moment of the day' and a smile to herself even as she heard tittering and laughter from the people around her.
She probably should have been more embarrassed by the idiot move, but she was more concerned with having to live with a half-soaked shirt than her 'pride'...then again that was more of an aspect of he took herself about as seriously as everyone else. Slowly, she removed her hand from her guitar case (but tilted her head so that she would be able to keep an eye on it...she was paranoid about her baby), and settled the now-free hand on the edge of the fountain to pull herself out of the water. She wondered if he could get away with a call to one of her band-mates with 'hey, can you bring me a shirt?'
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Post by ERIC KOBAYASHI on Apr 5, 2013 20:39:45 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px;height:60px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6npgC.png);] | [atrb=style,width:450px;height:250px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dDxps.png);][atrb=valign,top]words, xxx tags, Kazue notes, See that white fluttery thing? It’s my dying muse. Eric spoiled his brothers too much, he really did. Whenever they wanted or needed something, he did his best to give them what they want within reason but sometimes he just could not control himself. He baby-ed them and gave them everything they wanted. Even today he was walking around Los Angeles in order to find Theo a pair of sunglasses. No, scratch that: he was out to buy Theo multiple pairs of sunglasses. And ordinary pairs wouldn't work. No, only the expensive, brand name pairs would satisfy his baby brother. It seemed that Eric's only saving grace was that he was able to control himself enough before he bought Theo something insane like a hawk.
As he walked around the plaza, Eric did his best to make himself seem as inconspicous as possible to the people around him. It was not that he hated dealing with people. He was actually rather good at handling people, hence the reason for his occupation as a manager. However, ever since that incident, women kept coming to him as easily as a fly goes toward honey.
And to be honest, he was absolutely terrified.
This had never happened before and culturally, every advance needed to be taken seriously and rejected properly and with respect to the other party. This was not something that he could do easily when there were half a dozen women at his attention. It had been like this for some time and he still had not been able to figure out what was going on. Eric sighed. Well whatever it was, he would have to figure it out sooner or later before he became a hermit.
Soon, after all that walking, he came upon a large fountain. Normally, he would have just walked passed the fountain and continued on his little shopping trip to please his brother but something form the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was a person, Asian from the looks of it, falling nearly face first into the water. The people around him that also saw the event happen merely laughed. Eric wondered briefly if he should go over to help the person when he finally noticed who it was.
"Kazue?" Eric walked up to the wet girl. Yep, it was definitely Kazue. "What are you doing here?" he asked out of curiousity in Japanese. More concerning was the fact that she was now soaked. Eric pulled off his jacket and handed it to the girl.
"We should get you dry before you catch a cold."
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Post by KAZUE FUJIHARA on Apr 9, 2013 21:37:54 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 0px; width: 550px; background: #d4dca5 url('http://i.imgur.com/vUXY4UO.png') no-repeat bottom right; border: 4px solid #ffffff; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; border-radius:15px;,true] | | [atrb=width,448][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 441; padding-top: 7px; padding-left: 7px;] She'd done more embarrassing things in public, at least. 'Way more.' Cross-dressing didn't quite count, though some people may have counted it. Typically, she was shameless. The parameters, however, often changed when their manager was involved – Kazue knew she could only push 'publicity stunt' so far with him around. So, typically, she tried to be at least a little better behaved if Eric was around. Everyone's life – and his stress – was probably better for it. So, naturally, he was the one who witnessed her being a clumsy tourist. At first when he came over to speak at her, she gave him a dumbfounded look for the smallest split second, before instantly righting herself, expression easing and lips curling upwards a hint.
“Your timing needs work. See, you're meant to valiantly swoop in and save me before I make an idiot of myself. That's what a proper manager does – save the girl.” she said, tone taking on a mocking form of admonishment as she brandished a finger at him. Naturally she expected him to take her as seriously as she took herself – which was not at all. Nevertheless she took the offered jacket, supposing it probably wasn't terribly acceptable to walk around with half her shirt soaked in a place like this. This is what she got for being a tourist, she supposed.
The last person she'd expected to run into while out was their manager, though. She'd left a note somewhere about where going out but finding her own transport back, but they knew she was a big girl so she knew he wouldn't be here for that. Weird coincidence, she guessed. Oh well. At least she didn't have to mentally filter and translate everything he said to her, unlike all the others. She stood up and shrugged his jacket on, making a face at the uncomfortable feeling of her whole shirt sticking to her side, but was given a little solace in her triumphant moment of clumsy when she realized she was holding something she accidentally grabbed from the floor of the fountain.
“Look I got a...” she paused, thought about it, and decided that even if she could remember it being called a quarter, she was pretty sure she didn't want to pronounce it and make it sound awful. She'd just play dumb. “Well I got money.” she finished lamely, holding the coin in front of her to prove her point. Though she wasn't sure if that was the best thing to brag about because that just made her look like she'd dived in for it...though to be fair that wasn't out of her range of capability. Old habits die hard and all that. Nevertheless, she shot him a lopsided grin, apparently completely pleased with her faux pas.
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Post by ERIC KOBAYASHI on Apr 24, 2013 16:12:51 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px;height:60px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6npgC.png);] | [atrb=style,width:450px;height:250px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dDxps.png);][atrb=valign,top]words, xxx tags, Kazue Fujihara notes, See that white fluttery thing? It’s my dying muse. Eric sighed in a dramatic fashion as he listened to Kazue speak. If there was one thing he had learned since becoming a manager for his brother, it was that as the eldest he had to remain mature. And yet, at the same time, he had to realize when to be serious and when not to. This was one of those times where Kazue was joking. Well she had to be right? She wouldn’t truly admonish him for not saving her. He didn’t even know that she was going to be here today. ”Well, I’m sorry for not saving you before you fell in. This isn’t a shojo manga, unfortunately. I’m glad to see that you’re alright, at least.”
Nonetheless, Eric was glad that Kazue took the jacket. As a manager, he was responsible for them and their health. It would have been horrible if Kazue got sick. And Eric did not just mean that because he was their manager. He truly cared for the band members. His brothers came first, however. The band members were a close second.
Eric looked at the coin that the girl held in her hand. ”I can see that you got money. Now put it back,” Eric scolded lightly. Kazue should know better than that but for the sake of conversation, Eric decided to explain anyway. ”Someone probably made a wish on that coin. You should put it back or it won’t come true.”
The Sound Fuse manager took a look at the girl’s wet hair and immediately returned to being concerned. ”I wonder if there’s a store that sells towels here. You’ll catch a cold with your hair wet like that. I need to buy Theo’s sunglasses too before I get back,” Eric muttered to himself. ”By the way,” he continued. ”What are you doing here anyway?”
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