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Post by daisuke takahashi on Apr 5, 2009 16:50:23 GMT -5
  but i'm too young to worry
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It was pretty early, a lot of the people had yet wandered out of their buses or vans. But a nineteen year old wearing a bit over the top outfit stood outside a rather annoyed expression on his face. He spoke into the silver and black phone he held against his ear. His voice was aggravated, if not flat out angry. His words were in Japanese, except the obvious few ‘fuck’s thrown in for good measure.
The boys, obviously dyed blonde hair was a sad excuse for spiked, it sort of hung downward instead of defying gravity like normal due to all it’s styling the day before, and quick finger fingers running through it that morning. His outfit stood out on the tour grounds. Those band boys in tight jeans, converse and ‘cute’ bright colored tee shirt nearly sickened him. Yeah, he was a ass, he was judgmental. Basically he decided if he liked you or hated you before you even got in one word. And if you did happen to get in that one word you’d better be careful what you said. His clothing consisted of a black vest type jacket, a bluish colored tank top, and black and white baggy pants. On his feet were a pair of black boots with a bit of a soul to them helping the five foot three inch tall nineteen year old not look freakishly short beside his band mates. Over his face was a white and gray cloth, it lay over his nose, like always. No one quite understood this. Was it just one of his weird trademark type things? Did he have a nose? If so, what was wrong with it? The questions drove him nuts. He never answered anyone’s questions about it, nor did he normally even acknowledge that the question had even been asked.
After a few more, slightly louder, Japanese words were passed through the cell phone Dai pulled his arm back and chucked the phone away from him. As if the person on the other side would feel the blow. The phone landed and skidded across the pavement of the lot. Dai’s hands ran through his hair, closing his eyes as if to cool down. He was quick to get angry, quick to violence.
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TAGGED ?! OPEN
WORDS ?! 378
OUTFIT ?! SEE PICTURE ABOVE
LOCATION ?! THE LOT
LYRICS ?! AVENGED SEVENFOLD – SEIZE THE DAY
NOTES ?! N/A
CREDIT ?! _AND_HEARTSXX OF CAUTION![/CENTER] |
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Post by Dylan Austin . on Apr 8, 2009 12:15:11 GMT -5
The Damsel Just Left Everything. [/size][/color]oday had to be one of the hottest days ever. it felt as though it was about 95 degree's when really it was only 85, so it must've been the humidity. it was just not comfortable to be outside for most people, with it being all sticky and moist, it could make it a very annoying stay outside. Dylan was sitting inside her car, smoking a cigarette and drinking a vanilla ice coffee from Starbucks. it was her favorite drink, so you could always find one in her hand. she had just came back from Starbucks when she hit 85 and something under her hood popped. slightly pissed off she pulled into the parking lot where the vans and tour buses were and that's where she sat now. grinding her teeth and getting out to examine her G37 Coup Infiniti to see what the problem was. this was her baby, and ever since she had it since she was seventeen, she hadn't once taken it to a shop. she did everything herself, since she new so much about cars. her parent's had shipped it to her oversea's from Japan where she was from. cursing to herself in Japanese she popped the hood and foudn the problem. the distribution cap that made the nitro ship from the bottle it was in to the engine had popped off. Running a hand over her face she hooked it back up and went around to the back of her car and popped the trunk, pulling her favorite t-shirt off, revealing a red tank-top. she threw her t-shirt in the trunk and rubbed her hands on her baggy black cargo shorts. walking back to the front of the car she stood there studying it for a moment. but as she stood there she heard someone yelling in japanese, throwing in a few english curse worse. chuckling to herself she went back under the front of the car. twisting this and screwing that she got her hands dirty. but as she stck her hand to go screw in a sharp piece something hit her square in her forhead, making her jump and cut her hand. cursing up a storm in japanese she climbed from under her car. Standing up she raised her hand to her forehead feeling a small gash that started bleeding, along with a huge gash on her hand from where she cut it. looking around she found the thing that hit her. a fuckin' cell phone. she picked it up and shut her hood of her car, along with her hood and looked around for who threw it. finally finding who it was she walked over to him," you dropped this ," she said holding it up, raising a eyebrow. Words; 457 . Lyrics; Black Cat ; Mayday Parade . Outfit; in the post . [/size][/blockquote][/ul][/sub] |
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Post by daisuke takahashi on Apr 8, 2009 13:47:41 GMT -5
but i'm too young to worry
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He could slightly make out the sound of someone else within earshot, but decided to ignore whoever it was. His hands tightened around the handfuls of dyed hair he held, an obvious sign of anger or stress, he hated talking to his father. He was an ass to put lightly. Daisuke let out a annoyed sign letting his hands drop to his sides... then it hit him, he needed his cell phone, he had thrown it, and now he had to find it. Just as he went to turn around he heard a girls voice, ‘you dropped this.’ He looked down at what the girl was holding out... his phone. “Gurache...” He spoke, not realizing he was thanking her in Japanese. He often spoke Japanese out of habit when his mind was elsewhere. He reached out taking the phone running a thumb over the front screen of the cell where there was a small crack. He needed to stop losing his temper so easily.
He let his dark brown eyes look to the girls face. He noticed the mark on her forehead, it hadn’t crossed his mind that he had thrown the phone hard enough to hurt anyone if in fact it hit someone so he figured she’d hurt herself somehow. “You’re bleeding...” His tone sounded almost emotionless, it wasn’t an ‘oh my god! you’re fuckin’ bleeding!’ situation, which was a good thing. He hated blood. Anything having to do with it made him feel sick, he couldn’t stand the thought of tattoos or piercings either. No matter what his bandmates said about him needing a tattoo of this, or a piercing like that he shuttered at the thought and refused. But the small cut on the girls forehead wasn’t enough to make the boy freak out.
He slid his phone into his back pocket, he knew the girl from somewhere. As his eyes studied her he figured she was probably on tour. He wasn’t exactly friends with anyone on tour aside from his bandmates so there were a lot of faces he recognized but couldn’t put a name to.
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TAGGED ?! DYLAN
WORDS ?! 358
OUTFIT ?! SEE PICTURE ABOVE
LOCATION ?! THE LOT
LYRICS ?! AVENGED SEVENFOLD – SEIZE THE DAY
NOTES ?! =)[/CENTER] |
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Post by Dylan Austin . on Apr 8, 2009 19:55:26 GMT -5
The Damsel Just Left Everything. [/size][/color]he looked over the boy as she stood there. he was fairly short for a boy, but now-a-day's almost everyone was short. his hair was styled differently than she ever seen, it was actualy spiked.. down. which was cool, dylan loved things that were original. she listened as he said thank you in japanese, she nodded her head," Arigatou ..." she said in a small tone. she didn't think he would talk in japanese to her. Dylan really didn't look it, but then again, she didn't look american. most people assumed she was from the phillippines, and called it a day. Taking her hand and bringing it to her forehead she forgot about the cut on her hand, smearing more blood on herself, cursing she heard the boy mention that she was bleeding," That's what happeneds when people throw cellular devices ," her voice cut through the air towards him. she really didn't care about the blood, but it really wasn't a good look to go along with blood all over onesself. she was never really the person to get quesy or sick over the sight of blood. she loved tattoo's and percings aswell. Words; 194 . Lyrics; Black Cat ; Mayday Parade . Outfit; in the post . Notes; OMG THIS JOINT SUCKED ! [/size][/blockquote][/ul][/sub] |
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Post by daisuke takahashi on Apr 8, 2009 20:37:31 GMT -5
but i'm too young to worry
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‘Arigatou...’ He glanced toward her again, raising an eyebrow. He was honestly a bit surprised to hear someone respond, normally he only got a ‘huh?’ in return to his native language. Was she Japanese? She didn’t look American, so it wasn’t impossible, right? Daisuke was from Yamashina-ku, Kyoto, Japan. He looked very Japanese, he sounded very Japanese... there was no mistaking where he was from. Yamashina-ku was no Tokyo. That was for sure. It wasn’t packed full of people, the buildings didn’t reach nearly as high. Dai was from a much more layed back, so to speak, ward of Japan.
He squirmed slightly as she ran a hand over her forehead more blood smudged on her forehead. He looked away “Do something about that...” He said almost in a pleading tone. It was gross, and unnecessary. If she refused, or had nothing to clean the crimson colored streaks off her forehead with he’d turn around and leave. Just know ing it was there made him uncomfortable. ‘That's what happeneds when people throw cellular devices.’ So it had been his fault. He had chucked his phone harder then he had thought. “Gomen...” He casually apologized in Japanese still not look directly at the girl. “Semete taigan kujiku itto shittsui.” For someone who had just injured a stranger he was quite inconsiderate. ‘Sorry... At least your face broke it’s fall’, wasn’t exactly what most people would say to the girl. But Dai was most definitely not like ‘most people.’ he was an ass.
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TAGGED ?! DYLAN
WORDS ?! 251
OUTFIT ?! SEE PICTURE ABOVE
LOCATION ?! THE LOT
LYRICS ?! AVENGED SEVENFOLD – SEIZE THE DAY
NOTES ?! DAI IS A MEANIE[/CENTER] |
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