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Post by AIMEE WINTERS on Jan 19, 2014 8:58:02 GMT -8
Aimee was slightly disappointed that he hadn't a clue where to start because she didn't have one either. The hotel was huge. It was raining outside so they had that on their side but where would a Japanese pop band hangout? Maybe they like food." She suggested aloud. Who didn't like food? But if they were in their rooms (which was a definite and huge possibility) then they were absolutely screwed. She was pretty much finished with her assignment for the day and if they were in their rooms then the phone was over. Maybe I should google them…you know see what they look like. Look up their profiles and see what they like?" She asked taking out her phone to pull up the internet. Duh, why hadn't she done that from the beginning? She watched the screen take it's sweet time loading up. While she waited for it to load (God, for such an expensive hotel their wifi was quite crappy) she looked up and shrugged. "Oh you know I don't have very many more places to go to. Just some places here and there. One of the restaurants and the spa." She said nonchalantly. She was obviously not interested in those places at the moment. When the browser finally opened she began to type and then paused. "What is the name of their band anyway?" She asked curiously. All of this time and she didn't know what she was looking for. She really was meant to be a photographer. If they had ever made her write and article, she'd botch it on the sole fact that she never asked the right questions. Aimee looked up to her new friend. "Do you know their band name?" She asked curiously. Surely he did, I mean he had been staying at the same hotel as the band. He was bound to have picked it up from somewhere.
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Feb 9, 2014 11:37:58 GMT -8
the number one princess in the world you should know by now how to please me, okay? Maybe they like food? Well... Leon certainly liked food, but he really really liked candy a lot better. "Everyone likes food, you know?" Was it getting close to lunch time yet? Leon hadn't really been feeling hungry but now that he thought of it, maybe it was time to get a little something to eat. It seemed like something he was doing nowadays - eating lunch with near strangers. Not that he particularly minded much, either way.
With prospect of food in his mind, he hardly gave a passing thought to Aimee looking up the band. Well, that was certainly one way for her to find out, although he really hoped that the greater part of LA wouldn't see that he was here, at the Renaissance, else he'd be mobbed! It would be like Disney, except no one at Disneyland paid much attention to him save for the closet incident.
Wait... hold up.
"What? You don't know the band name?" Hadn't she... mentioned it... and said something about it before? Maybe she just didn't have the best memory. But that sort of caught him off guard. She was looking for a band of which she obviously knew nothing about. "Uh, the band name is Sound Fuse."
How could she not know?! No, Leon wasn't particularly worried if she found out about him, not when... she didn't know the name of the band they were looking for. "To be fair - what are you doing looking for a band you know nothing about?" |
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Post by AIMEE WINTERS on Feb 16, 2014 16:03:40 GMT -8
Aimee looked up at him. Hm? "Oh I don't know the band. My boss' kids were going on and on about it to him apparently and he had mentioned it in passing to me. I don't know anything about them except what you've told me." She said as she let her phone load. She glanced at the screen and then returned her focus back to him. "Sound Fuse? That's an interesting name." Aimee opened up google and typed in the name. Instantly she had hits. "I was looking for the band in hopes to get an autograph for the kids." She pushed on a link and pulled up a wikipedia page and looked up one more time. Balancing her attention between Leon and her phone was difficult, especially for someone who lacked the skills to multitask. When the page loaded, a picture popped up. A Japanese band, yadda yadda yadda. She scrolled down looking for a picture. "Does it seem like I'm kissing ass by trying to get these autographs? Maybe I'm trying too hard…" She considered as she scrolled. Finally at the bottom of the page there was a picture of the band. As she scanned over the faces, she noticed Leon was quiet. She scanned over the picture once quickly figuring wherever pop stars went, an entourage was going to follow, but as she was about to close the page she noticed a pop of color that seemed oddly familiar. Upon further inspection she saw just who that specific member reminded her off. Oh crap.Aimee racked her brain trying to remember if she had said anything offense, anything rude at all that would have offended him. She could feel her face heating up as she tried to figure out what to do or say. Was this his idea of a game? Was he trying to embarrass her or perhaps he was just trying to be normal? From his style of dress and the way he carried himself, normal hadn't seem like Leon's goal. Why had he done that? Why hadn't he just told her? It wasn't like she even knew the band it wouldn't have made any difference. Or maybe it would have? She was suddenly more aware of how she looked and what she had said-- I had suggested breaking into his room…oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.Aimee kept her face down unsure of what to do. If she did that, at least he wouldn't see the red tint that was creeping into her cheeks.
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Feb 16, 2014 20:13:53 GMT -8
the number one princess in the world you should know by now how to please me, okay? Well, her not knowing the band explained her obvious ignorance as to who Leon was. Though he kind of figured as much, because any fan would be freaking out, and anyone who knew him would at least acknowledge him as such. Leon just assumed that she knew nothing about the band. It was kind of stupid that she was looking for autographs from a band of whom she knew nothing of (at least, in his opinion, it was stupid, why even bother?). But... eh, did she even know her boss's kids?
Whatever. Whatever Aimee's reasons were, she had them, and they were... kind of extreme as suggesting to break into a famous band's hotel room. She had guts, that was for sure. Leon just didn't get why she would do something with so high risk on a band she didn't care about. Breaking into a hotel room was no laughing matter, it seemed like something a super obsessed fan would do. And Aimee, he could say with absolute 100% confidence, was not a super obsessed fan.
"You've become quiet." Just a simple observation. Leon could guess why, though, it was plenty obvious. "Did something happen? Saw a weird picture, read a weird thing, scandal? Was there scandal?!" Obviously there wasn't a scandal, there couldn't be, unless people were spreading rumors again.
"What, were you too overwhelmed by my fabulous physique?" Leon didn't really have a fabulous physique. His physique was probably normal Japanese man, who really bordered along childish more than manly. And he had a nice face. And he wasn't an old man. "What, did something shock you? Hey, what're you doing looking down?" Was she blushing? Oh, oh, did he take this too far? Oh no, he really didn't mean to, he thought it would be a bit of fun and amuse him for what would have been an otherwise boring day.
"Was it really that surprising?"
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Post by AIMEE WINTERS on Feb 18, 2014 11:06:23 GMT -8
"Something happen? Of course not!" She said looking up and attempted to smile. At his enthusiasm for a scandal, Aimee arched a brow and the fake guilty smile she had been wearing now came a bit more naturally. "Actually, yeah there was." She said nodding. "A photographer…got duped by one of the band members. The one with the fabulous physique" she said using his words. "She thought she had been scheming with a new friend and low and behold it turned out to be one of the band members." She tisked at the article. "Quite the scandal indeed." She continued. "It says here that the photographer will proceed to apologize." Aimee put her phone back into her pocket and looked back up to him. "I am so…sorry.". Aimee didn't even know where to begin. "And to be totally honest I didn't think we'd actually…I'd actually make it up to your room. It was just an exciting thought? If I really wanted to get up there don't you think I would have tried a little bit harder?" She tried wincing at how lame that sounded. It sounded super lame. Though in all fairness she wasn't the most exciting person and with her most recent move to L.A. she'd been trying to get a bit more action in her life and this had seemed like the perfect opportunity. Her comfort zone was the smallest imaginable space and she had been working diligently to try and expand it. "And if it's any consolation, I swear I'm not psycho…". She hadn't even known who the band was. She wasn't going to mob him or try and rip his clothing off to sell on ebay. Really, all she had wanted was an autograph in attempts to get a permanent position at the magazine. A little bribe never hurt anyone and it would have made him and his kids happy. Now she wasn't even concerned about the damn autograph, she was concerned about her job. If her boss found out about this, he wouldn't even hesitate to fire her. He didn't need a wild photographer who broke laws instead of doing her job.
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Feb 21, 2014 20:28:07 GMT -8
the number one princess in the world you should know by now how to please me, okay? Well, at least she got points for being humorous? Leon was a bit worried he had perhaps taken things a little bit too far, but she was spirited so maybe it was okay? He did feel a little bad, as she proceeded to apologize (honestly, Leon thought that he should be the one apologizing, not Aimee, but who was he to control what the girl was doing?). But so he played along, a little bit. He meant to apologize, he really did. Just not right now. "Quite the scandal indeed."
But then she broke and then she apologized and a profusion of them seemed to pour out of her mouth with explanations and... honestly Leon didn't want to hear it, because he felt bad for making her freak out like this. "No, please, don't apologize, it was fun! I had fun, at least, though I guess it was kind of a cruel trick, ne~? I should apologize too, shouldn't I?" He tried to make her feel a little bit better about it, because she really seemed to be down about it.
"I'm sorry, really, don't worry about it!" Leon's attempt to comfort Aimee was... how did he say? He was usually the one being comforted, not the other way around, so this was weird. It was really weird. "I played the trick on you, after all." It was really okay, it was, Leon was just really bad at communicating this. He smiled at her, genuinely as he possibly could.
"I don't think you're psycho, I was fun and it was an eyeopening experience to... the paparazzi photography industry? Is that what you would call it...?" It seemed really exciting to be a paparazzi, actually, but Leon was pretty much doomed to be on the other side. Not that he thought it to be a bad thing, of course, he loved the attention he got. "Oh, those autographs! You wanted them, right? I mean, I doubt I could convince the rest of the band to sign it, but I guess I should, it's the least I can do."
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