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Post by Kenneth Johnston on Nov 29, 2014 1:17:56 GMT
Despite Summer City not being altogether too far away from home, Kenneth rarely made the drive there especially alone. It wasn’t that there was one main reason he didn’t go, but with two jobs and a band in Georgetown, it was easier to stay there than make a trip out. Frugality also argued it was also a waste of gas which at the end of it all, it sort of was. However, that particular day, he had a need to be out. The days of major sales had begun, and there was a drum set he had been keeping his eye on for nearly five months now. Finally it was down to his price, and he immediately called up the music store there and had it on hold for him. Now what was left was picking it up- and examining it in the store, of course. It had to be perfect if he was going to pay that sum.
Driving through the streets, Ken was careful to make the correct turns. He didn’t get lost easily per say, but he also hadn’t been up there in a while. Finally parallel parking up against the music store, he got out and started towards the door. Entering with ease, he didn’t immediately head to the back wherein his drum set was probably waiting but instead found himself headed towards the CD section. CDs were so old what with the times driving almost solely towards digital music. However, he couldn’t help but appreciate them. They were a part of his childhood in a way. Flipping through a few CDs aimlessly, he glanced up every once in a while but didn’t readily make eye contact with the other customers. It was only when a particular CD caught his eye that he reached to take it up.
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Post by Yukiko Kobayashi on Jan 7, 2015 5:41:12 GMT
Yukiko had quickly wormed her way out of most things when it came to ‘friends’ involved. She didn’t have much if anything to do on the weekends. Akane was her only true human connection that she could deal with for long periods of time. It might be this reason she sometimes ventured out on her own to explore the sights of America. Only that kid- at the college- she kept in mild touch with. She would see him occasionally when going to pick up Akane. He was…growing to be tolerable, but he was still a bit too cutesy for her. Maybe it would grow on her like Akane did. Akane was too cutesy for her own good after all! As she scrambled around Sumner City for something to do, Yukiko found herself in front of a music store. She wasn’t familiar with the name- but she could see they sold CD’s. Yukiko had dreams when she was younger of being a singer. Her father encouraged her but also told her the rather hard truth about the money world. It didn’t pay enough money…she could sing though. Her father took her to brief lessons and she excelled in them. English wasn’t exactly her forte, or better yet, her natural words. She didn’t think she could sing that well in English after all. Pushing the doors open and trekking inside she found herself overwhelmed quickly with what was around her. Music sets- new things she didn’t understand what they were practically crawled around her and she reached down to tug on one of her gloves nervously. Silver eyes glanced briefly around- tempted to walk back out but the CD’s called to her. Her black boots moved soundlessly against the carpet as she dragged her gloved fingers over them. She had never heard of most of the bands but that didn’t stop her from looking over them. She picked almost each of them up individually to stare at the covers curiously. They were much different covers than she remembered. She was so zoned out, she was almost completely oblivious to the man reaching out for the next CD she was until she bumped into his hand. She quickly jerked her hand back as if she had been scalded- her wide silver eyes looking up at him. Yukiko wasn’t really aware who he was- nor did she care as she briefly looked at the tattoo on his face before realizing that this guy was probably some gang member or something. Great. Where was Akane when she needed her? “You buying that?” She asked shortly- not even aware who was on the cover or who the band actually was.
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Post by Kenneth Johnston on Jan 16, 2015 21:48:23 GMT
The bump of a hand against his own would not have affected Ken too much had not recoil occurred thereafter. Pausing briefly before glancing at the young woman who’d tore her hand back quickly Ken had an apology on the tip of his tongue but was cut off by the question. Was he going to buy that? The CD? The redhead glanced back at the CD he’d been interested in, a new up and coming country singer’s second album, before glancing back again. “I was considering it,” he replied honestly. At the very least if left undisturbed, Ken would have flipped over the case and glanced at the songs that were listed on the back, not that he needed to explain that now. “From what I’d heard, he’s a decent singer.” Why he felt the need to defend his reasoning, Ken didn’t know. Perhaps it was the tone the young woman had taken with him.
An uncertain smile flickered onto Ken’s features thereafter. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bump you,” he consolidated as best he could. An apology no matter who was really at fault and no matter how minute a wrong doing was was still a good thing, right? That was what he had always been taught, anyways. “Are you…uhm… ok?” Ken knew he hadn’t caused pain, or at least hoped he hadn’t. However, the young woman’s expression had said otherwise, and he didn’t quite know how to take that. Oh well, he’d be nice anyways.
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Post by Yukiko Kobayashi on Feb 11, 2015 18:55:47 GMT
Yukiko fidgeted slightly- obviously not a fan of standing there. The man next to her obviously looked like the rough and tumble type of guy. The fire tattoo across his face certainly said so more so than anything else. He didn’t sound pissed off- but his red hair was akin to hers. She briefly wanted to twine her fingers in the long locks. She however moved to rest her hands casually in front of her- on the racks that kept the CD’s from spilling over. The white contrasted with the black gloves she wore- almost so starkly she felt like she could see them even though she wasn’t looking. Silver eyes looked briefly up at him- before she gave a small shrugged. “You surprised me.” She lied- too used to shoving suspicion off of her. “I’m fine.” It was a pause. She wasn’t sure what to add afterwards, but her heart was racing. Was it normal to fear basic communication? “I haven’t heard of many if any of the artists here, I was trying to find something close to what I normally listen to.” She wasn’t aware of what he was holding- but she stared at the CD’s briefly with a small frown. It was Georgia. It’s not like there was J-pop or J-metal anywhere. It was hard to find it- she couldn’t find anything new with the internet pages or anything. It was…strange to say the least. Was there anything here that she could enjoy? Country wasn’t her favorite- but there had to be something towards more upbeat that she could give a chance. “It’s not like they have any Japanese bands here.” Yuki added with a mutter. The man could walk away from the conversation if he wanted to- but at least she was trying to get better. So she would have friends just like Akane did.
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Post by Kenneth Johnston on Feb 11, 2015 19:42:04 GMT
The disarming shrug allowed Ken to smile a bit more, and as the young woman assured him she was fine, he gave a simple nod. Red eyes glanced at the racks of CDs before reflecting the black gloves the young woman wore. They looked sturdier than those made for the sole purpose of fashion, and he couldn’t help but wonder what she used them for, if anything. Did it really matter though? No, he guessed it didn’t. These thought was quickly dismissed as the girl continued speaking, however. For all Kenneth was, he could and would pay attention when it was warranted.
She hadn’t heard any of the artists there. Ken blinked a bit surprised. What did she normally listen to? He couldn’t guess off the top of his head nor did he try to. Just as he was about to ask, however, the girl answered of her own accord, abet quietly. Japanese bands? Is that where that accent is from? Ken half smiled. Guess the Accent Game: 1. Me: 0 he thought briefly to himself. “Is there a specific genre you were looking for, exactly? Like pop or jazz or metal? he asked naming a few of the more well-known types off the top of his head. Though he wasn’t a store worker, Ken was willing to help if he could.
Pausing momentarily, Ken realized that he had yet to say his name, even. The conversation had been short enough to not warrant a name exchange yet, but it still felt odd to him. “Name’s Kenneth, by the way. Most call me Ken,” he stated after a moment. “Mind if I ask for yours?”
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Post by Yukiko Kobayashi on Apr 2, 2015 20:17:49 GMT
Yuki felt a bit lost looking at the titles of the albums in front of her. Akane had such easy tastes that classical and instrumental were easy to find. She however, felt her tastes were harder to replicate in the more complicated language and felt a bit confused. Country- a common genre in Georgia didn’t sound bad sometimes, but sometimes it was detestable. A lot of times she liked the ones that had a good story- ones that really made her think about things. She was embarrassed but even these lyrics could make her upset and close to tears on bad days. However some were silly and weren’t in general very high on her list. Pop wasn’t always high on her list but she gave it a chance- though rock and metal seemed to be her favorites. Anything with a good story or good beats seemed to let her give it a chance. She gave music more chances than people after all. Looking up at him briefly, she was a bit confused that he didn’t just…leave or something. Americans- she attributed, but she couldn’t say she minded at the moment. “I give everything a chance.” She started slowly. “My normal would be…rock or metal, but I like anything with a good beat or a good story.” She thought that fit everything in a good shell. Her silver eyes briefly looked over him before back to the CD’s. She was guessing the flame tattoo was mostly for show? He didn’t act like a rabid animal about to bite someone’s face off. Was it an insignia mark? Briefly jerked back to the conversation she realized that he searched for a name. Strange, but she would go with it. People she met who were kind usually sought her name out much earlier. “Yukiko.” The girl answered- not having the hesitation that Akane did with giving her name. She always preferred to answer to ‘Yukiko-san’ than ‘Kobayashi-san’. She didn’t like her family all that much, so screw that. “If someone calls me something shorter I usually punch them.” She looked up briefly, a somewhat ‘wry’ smile on her face that looked sharp enough to cut, but then back to the CD’s, leaning in slightly and hoping one would pop out to her. They did not sadly. "What is the English expression I rarely use..." She muttered under her breath- in Japanese- before switching to English. "Nice to meet you." Though it seemed a little forced, it wasn't bland or angry sounding.
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