The neon lights of club names and local bars signs of the
entertainment centre in Kabuki-cho in Shinjuku, Tokyo alighted the early night
with a synthetic florescence.
Bright.
Artificial. Just like a smile. Just like happiness.
One
passes the guarded doors of Tokyo's finest nighclubs along the way with bouncers
keeping the impatient Tokyoites in lines wrapped around corners. Everyone is
dressed nice and to impress as the day dies and night blossoms. And in Tokyo,
the flowers come out to blossom in the moonlight.
Nightclubs and strip
clubs with endless supplies to their bars and entertainment are enough to
satisfy anyones cravings from drinks to dancing to maybe a little something
extra. Hire a host for a dance or an hour or the rest of the night.
The blonde brushes his bangs from his face as he hops of the subway in Shinjuku, he's carrying a bag over his fragile shoulder and yawns slightly behind a well manicured hand as he makes his way from the train and out into the ( Tokyo night.Collapse )
[[I know that my grammar really sucks and I'm hoping to learn more, especially now in this community. So I'd appreciate if you guys would correct me when I'm wrong. Not all the time, but you know what I mean. Thanks! ^^ Nice to be here, by the way! xD]]
It was noon. Someone was pounding on his door. That someone had better have a good reason for dragging Hitsugi out of his bed at such an ungodly hour. He was sore, exhausted and had flat out crashed after he got home at 4 am.
Bleary eyed, he stumbled to his door, red and black locks sticking out everywhich way and giving the dancer a major case of bed head. He wore all his piercings and peeked out the peep hole... and nearly ( screamed.Collapse )
A broken figure lie prone on the black pavement littered with trash and dirty runoff water. Trembling like a leaf on the wind, the figure was almost unidentifiable as either man or woman with willowy limbs and lengthy black hair matted with slick grime of the alleyway.
Already the bruises from a shell-shattering abuse were darkening into sickly shades of blue so in contrast to his pale skin seeming ( like smeared dye on white silk...Collapse )
The night was young. The doors had only been open for an hour and Hitsugi was still putting the finishing touches on his makeup. Body glitter had already been applied, minimal piercings, his hair was pulled back from his face in almost red and black rows, the rest spiking out behind him. He hadn't even chosen his kimono for the night yet...
With a sigh, Hitsugi got up and chose his dress for the evening. A red and black strappy job, with buckles and chains and leather mixed with heavy red silk and satin. He made sure the garters were in place as well as his stockings... giving himself one final look in the mirror, he nodded to himself in approval and exited the dressing room, heading for the bar to see about a glass of ( water.Collapse )
Hitsugi had one hell of a morning. He had over slept, missed his train, nearly ruined his phone, tripped over his cat and nearly killed her and now he had lost his train card. He was mourning his loss and how he would be late to his interview at Tokyo University, when he suddenly remembered that he still had tips from the previous night in his bag.
Digging around, he crossed to the bank of machines that would allow him to purchase another pass, things were looking up... until it ate his yen. The dancer immediately started cursing, it was the straw that had broken the camel's back so to speak. It was too late for a taxi and the train would have put him out infront of the building he needed. It was hopeless.
Nine Spiral was a bit more upscale than what Daishi was probably used to, but if Yomi had suggested it, it seemed good enough. And strip joints were always fun and it tended to cater to Daishi's tastes, not that Yomi knew that. He was thinking more of the women in the short Kimonos and the white painted faces of the geisha for Daishi. Oh how wrong Yomi was.
[Characters :: Hitsugi and Kaoru, the two dancers go out for coffee and some food after work]
After collecting his tips, changing out his out of his purple, shimmery kimono, he put his leather pants and dark purple button up back on. Removing his make-up the dancer looked, after grabbing his bag, and saw Hitsugi leave; watching him for a moment he followed the other out of the building. "Hey Hitsugi.." He said, offering the other a small hint of a smile as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
He enjoyed talking to the other; catching up to him he slowed his pace to walk beside the other dancer. "What's up?"
The red and black haired dancer looked over his shoulder and allowed Kaoru to catch up. He'd been working with the other for a couple of months now and had found that he wasn't bad nor as pushy as seek had formerly been. Rumors were that the blue haired man had gotten his own brothel... and Isshi had been glad to see the man go.
Hitsugi could've cared less; he'd had too many things on his mind as of ( late.Collapse )
All unowned muses not listed in the claim's list are now free to be reclaimed or open for new claimage. This comm is gonna see its Second Blossoming soon. Ja.
Welcome to Tokyo Flowers, a roleplaying game where Asian musicians become unique characters you play in a real life setting revolving around the nightclub and sex industry of Tokyo, Japan.
Feel free to look around and possible join by claiming your muse and sending in an application... <3
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