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Post by daisuke takahashi on Apr 7, 2009 21:31:55 GMT -5
 your as sleek
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Daisuke exhaled a cloud of smoke as his dark brown eyes scanned the area. He was standing a hand resting on his hip, one leg out to the side slightly, his other locked underneath him holding up the five foot, five inch boy. He would most definitely stand out in a crowd, with the fact he played bass for Karma 13 aside. His clothing was different, it was still very swayed toward the darker j-rocker look. The nineteen year old was wearing baggy black pants, and a black top with a black vest type sleeveless jacket. This was a pretty normal look for the rather pale boy. He had a few arm bands around his skinny arms, a silver cross necklace, boots that helped his height out a bit, along with black eyeliner that was still perfectly around his almond shaped eyes from earlier that day. His mainly dyed blonde hair was spiked up with the front straightened. Plus he, like always, had a off-white cloth tide at the back of his head so it covered his nose. No one, not even his bandmates quite knew what he did that for. People would question it constantly. ‘Does he have a nose?’ ‘If so, whats wrong with it?’ ‘Does he just do that to stand out?’ the questioned never got answered, and just pissed him off.
He decided he must have been really bored to have chose to hang out with Johnny. Some, who didn’t know better, might consider them friends by first glance... they didn’t beat the shit out of each other, nor did they completely avoid each other... but Dai blamed it all on boredom. You know the ‘I’d rather hang with anyone then stare at the wall any longer’ boredom. True the two had a bit in common, like the many smartass comments they passed back and forth, but Dai didn’t consider many his friends.
Dai lifted the cigarette that rested between two fingers back up to his lips, taking another drag he waited. Just waited for Johnny. He figured they’d go get wasted, hit on some chicks, be complete dicks toward one another... but that’s just want they did.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 7, 2009 22:05:17 GMT -5
'No Parking'
Johnny's eyes rested on the sign planted right next to his car. Not only was the sign quite an obvious one, red bold letters with a white background, but Johnny's truck was quite a sore thumb as well. It was a large black vehicle with windows tinted to the point where it was borderline illegal. Wordlessly, he exited the aging hunk of metal, leaving his keys in the front seat and neglecting to lock the doors. He knew he'd be returning soon enough just to drive elsewhere.
He didn't have to walk very far before he spotted the person he was meeting up with- Daisuke. It was almost impossible not to spot him, what with that ridiculous costume he was sporting. All Johnny could do was shake his head, not bothering to shout out and comment on the way the kid was dressed. His own body, thick with muscle, was clad in a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans, which meant, when standing together, Johnny and Dai were completely mismatched. Not only was his company dressed like a Japanese gangster, but he was also noticeably shorter than Johnny. Despite all these visual differences, their personalities were ridiculously alike.
All that being said, it had to be made clear that this wasn't a common thing. It wasn't every day that Johnny and Daisuke decided to confide in each other to cure some kind of boredom that would surely kill them otherwise. Every feeling they had for each other was mutual, not like or dislike. They had an odd acquaintanceship- avoiding the word friendship. When it all came down to it, they often just hung out to get drunk and pick up women. You had to admit, they were an interesting couple to see strutting around. It attracted attention.
Callused fingers fished his pack of cigarettes from his pockets upon reaching where Daisuke stood. Johnny placed himself in front of him, rudely plucking the nicotine stick from Dai's lips. Silently, not even a greeting, he used the cherry of his 'sort of' friend's cigarette to light his own. "Thanks." He muttered sarcastically, handing back Dai his cancer stick as if he had been the one to offer it in the first place.
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Post by daisuke takahashi on Apr 7, 2009 23:44:39 GMT -5
your as sleek
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Daisuke always dressed a bit over the top, according to most Americans and Japanese alike. His style roots were still planted deep from when he played bass for a thrash metal Japanese band. The fact his clothing choice never quite fit in in America never phased him in the least. He let his gaze fall on the other who had gotting out of the less-than-perfect looking truck. For a moment Dai wondered to himself way he hadn’t gone ‘fishing for chicks’ by himself. He wasn’t a huge fan of Johnny’s ass-like nature, maybe that was because the two only had the ass-like nature in common. He didn’t dwell on it for long, at least hanging with Johnny never got boring, that was for sure.
The taller, more casually dressed other stopped in front of him. Dai was about to greet Johnny as fingers reached up snatching the cigarette from his lips. Dai reached out as if to take it back from the man in front of him but gave up as he caught nothing but air. Crossing his arms he resorted to muttering in Japanese, “Kutabare...” A comment most people on tour could already translate into the English meaning ‘Fuck you...’ rather easily due to the amount the nineteen year old spat the insult.
Dai’s dark eyes watched as Johnny lit his own cigarette with his before cooly offering it back. "You're an asshole..." Dai took it back between two of his thin fingers giving Johnny a annoyed glare. “Bring your own lighter next time...” His voice held a rather apparent Japanese accent, he was still understandable, but his English was yet to be one hundred percent perfected. He figured it didn’t matter what he said but felt the need to protest anyway.
He took another drag of his cancer stick before speaking again. “I hope you know you’re drivin'...” He didn’t have a car and he was sick of walking everywhere... no, he didn’t have an American driver license, but did that stop him from driving? No... no one trusted him to get from point A to point B safely though. Daisuke was a insane driver. Of course he didn’t really care where they went as long as he could get wasted.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 8, 2009 1:06:11 GMT -5
His first drag was always the longest, letting it settle dangerously in his lungs before he let it out through his nose and mouth, simultaneously. Yes, his tenth cigarette of the day was always the best. Then again, Johnny would tell himself the same thing for the first through the hundredth cigarette of the day. It was all a part of his chain smoking habit- once he lit one, he lit another before the first was even finished. It took something largely stimulating to get him to finally put out his cigarette and break the chain.
Johnny settled himself in a leaning position against a tree that happened to be rooted nearby. When Daisuke muttered something in his language, he rose an eyebrow. The two of them didn't hang out too much, but from what time they did end up around each other, Johnny had picked up a number of terms up. For instance, he knew Dai had something vulgar, as was anything he said in his language. "Left it in the truck." He replied with a shrug as Dai demanded he bring his own lighter the next time he happened to want a cigarette.
Another puff was sucked out of cancer stick, and moments later the smoke was mingling with the open air. Johnny nodded his head lazily, "I know, bro, and buying your alcohol." He retorted, a chuckle following. Dai was just barely a man, not even twenty-one yet. It was another thing Johnny could hold over his head, but he was never serious about it. He generally didn't care who he got alcohol for, as long as he didn't have to pay for it. He wasn't that considerate, or even considerate at all. "You got money, right?" He questioned, giving Dai some kind of uninterpretable look.
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Post by daisuke takahashi on Apr 8, 2009 10:19:09 GMT -5
your as sleek
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All of Daisuke’s English was self-taught. He had come to America alone, basically the only English he knew was ‘Fuck’ ‘I’m Daisuke Takahashi’ and ‘I don’t understand...’ everything else he had picked up on his own over his few years of living in New York. He had quickly found not many people in New York knew any Japanese. His English was still sometimes rather broken, and sometimes someone used words he didn’t understand, but he knew enough to communicate. He did still have a tendency to go into Japanese rants when he got angry, or surprised by something seeing as his original language was more natural for him. He, personally, thought English was a rather difficult language to speak, so many rules, sayings... unless shit like that.
Dai just watched the other as he leaned against a tree. ‘Left it in the truck.’ Daisuke just ignored Johnny’s statement. Johnny would be Johnny, he figured he would do things the most irritable way possible. “Yes, I got money...” Dai replied in a ‘no, shit...’ tone. To bad this wasn’t England. In England he could buy his own drinks. But the thought of ditching Johnny with the bill had crossed his mind many times since they had met... He just thought it best not to piss off the only one who was willing to get him drinks.
With a little, smokey sigh Dai shifted his weight, he ran his free hand over the side of the cloth over his nose smoothing it out. The tour was starting to get to him. To many parties, to many all nighters... of course Dai wasn’t one to complain about such things, seeing as both normally had beer involved, instead he’d just go get wasted and who better to do that with then Johnny? He finished his cigarette flicking the end to the ground and stepping on it. Putting his hands into his pockets he spoke. “Are we just gonna stand here all night?” He had already been just sorta’ standing around as he waited for Johnny to show up, plus he wasn’t one for small talk.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 8, 2009 21:58:49 GMT -5
Daisuke sure was a strange fellow. When the two of them had first met, Johnny couldn't stop laughing at the sight that stood before him. The way he was dressed, the way he talked, the way he acted- everything about the Japanese boy had just made him tickle. You could say they got off to a bad start, a lot of name calling and near fist fighting. But after awhile, the two calmed down and warmed up to each other. Even as ridiculous as Daisuke could be at times, and how easily he stood out of the crowd, he figured the kid wasn't too bad. If anybody could put up a fight when Johnny called them out, they were alright in his book. That being said, this moment in time, chilling with Dai wasn't a complete waste of time.
Johnny was smoking his cigarette fast and hard. It had been a whole twenty minutes since he had last smoked the one before this one. Torture, for a guy like him. He was always more irritable without nicotine in his system, which meant he wouldn't have the state of mind to deal with Daisuke. If they ever hung out, that meant a lot of smoking done between the two of them, just so they wouldn't completely lose their tempers. It wasn't long before Johnny had smoked his stick nearly down to the filter, and at that point, Dai had spoken again in his accented voice. Even their voices were at least somewhat opposite- Johnny's was deep, hoarse, and raspy from years of hardcore smoking, drinking, and the like. No accent, not even a hint of southern in his voice. Daisuke's voice was obviously altered by his first-spoken language, and his tone was not as deep.
"Sorry, I forgot this was strictly business. No small talk." Johnny retorted sarcastically, pulling the last drag out of his cigarette before mashing it into the grass under his shoe. "Come on." He added, heading off towards his unlocked truck.
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