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Post by Kazuhiko Mikio on Sept 18, 2013 22:10:57 GMT -5
Fucked up on Life Out of my head, Stuck in a moment of emotion I destroy, is this the end I feel? All of the laws I've broken, Loves that I've sacrificed ...I'll wrap my hands so tight around your neck with love...
} He wasn't even supposed to be working today. He had told them he couldn't work on these days. Still some jack ass had called in sick. Apparently this place had no more than three workers so his boss had called him in for the day despite every warning Kazuhiko had tried to give him about why he couldn't work on Saturdays. There were beginner guitar lessons on Saturday afternoons and afterwards every child came out and acted like they were rockstars because their rich parents taught them to appreciate nothing. They would strum on the guitars hanging on the walls, showing no regard for the fact that the strings would break in their face from the abuse nor the fact that he always had to change those strings sunday mornings when he got in. He wasn't being selfish when he had made the deal to never work on a Saturday, He was saving lives. Lives meant less than money though so here he was. Kazhuhiko was sitting at the counter, sitting on a stool with a bored face as he watched the kids come out from their lesson, hatred filling his mind even if it didn't show on his apethetic face. His boss came out, smiling like a moron like he was sorry and Kazuhiko just pulled his hat down over his face, nearly slamming his head down on the counter which would probably break it. Somehow he managed to just set it down with a light thud which saved him the trouble of fixing the counter and money he barely had to get supplies to fix it.
Hiding in his hat wasn't very effective though. It turned out not to be a portal to a separate world like he wanted it to. What a shame. So while he was wishing himself to some magic world he got to listen to the dreadful 'notes' those brats were trying to play and missing because they were way in over their heads. Kazuhiko couldn't do much better but at least he knew it. He didn't embarrass and instruments in his failure. And that was when he heard it. While his boss was talking with parents and cracking up over something Kazuhiko was sure wasn't even a funny joke, one of those strings snapped, ringing through the amp speaker and filling the store. Kazuhiko twitched and stiffened. It never failed.... There was something else in that humble music shop that never failed too. It was called Kazuhiko's temper.
Luckily for the kids there wasn't any large object he could immediately get to. He reached out for whatever his hand found first. That happened to be a box of cheap guitar picks. He didn't even look to see though, before he chucked the box at those damn kids with way too much strength. Normally picks wouldn't do much damage, but he was pretty sure he hit them in the face and at a speed and with force that would make them at least a little damaging. It wasn't like he went all out though. Seconds later his hands were caught behind his back by his boss who had reacted as soon as the string broke. He was more than aware of his employee's temper. It wasn't like Kazuhiko had ever done anything to hide it if he was even capable of that. The pink haired man didn't fight it, just glared at the kids with a twitching brow that freaked them out. They ran over to their parents who were just staring. This guy had gone and disciplined their spoiled rotten children. What madness was this?! After a moment Kazuhiko was released and he got up from his seat immediately. He wasn't going to stick around to apologize or hear his boss apologize for him. Instead he headed to the back room then right out the back door to and alley that was open behind the store.
He was prepared for these kinds of moments at work. Children weren't the only new players that came in and pretended to know what they were doing. He got annoyed a lot at work. This was why he made full use of the apartment building behind the store. He ran right out and threw a fist at the ladder that hung down from the balconies. It already had several dents in it from his past few years of working here. This was actually a new ladder. The old one had been knocked right off, something he didn't admit to so he didn't have to pay anything. This one was a lot more sturdy so it didn't fly right off with his punch that was indeed held back from his full strength. Still the point stood that he was controlling himself. He just scared and maybe hurt some children and did some property damage in the process. The ringing of the ladder echoed through the spacious alley and Kazuhiko let out a long side that lasted just as long. He wasn't really calm, but he was getting there.
Kazuhiko pulled his hat off as his other hand ran back through his hair. His back found the wall and he leaned up against it. He could only hope that no one came to bug him. He knew he wasn't going to get fired. He was actually an asset with his knowledge and connection to real professionals. This place was too small to risk losing an employee. He could fuck up all the kids he wanted... not fucked.... beat up? Kazuhiko wasn't amused with his own correction and he tossed his hat out toward the road with great force. Just like that it hit one of those kid's form inside in the face. He mad come to stalk the scary man. Now the kid was running away crying and pissing Kazuhiko off even more and attracting attention all while stealing the hat that was plastered over his face. Now he had lost one of his beanies. At least he had others on homes.
{Notes: child abuse? {Words: 1007 {Tags: Kazuhiko and...I DUNNO! {Stats:Han: 16 Rei: 14 Hak: 18 Sei: 8 Buk: 18 Hoh: 16 ♫♩♪
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Post by Kuzan Nagashimi on Sept 19, 2013 23:50:16 GMT -5
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♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ Night of the Hunter Promise to God I Will Break Your Heart, Tear You to Peices and Rip You Apart | | Kuzan had finally got a day off from work, actually he got a three day break. He has been putting in so many hours these past two years that a break was rare, unless it was a holiday or something. So when he was told that he had a three day break, he formed a slight smile, which was pretty rare. Kuzan wasn't really the type to show his emotions, he usually holds a bored expression. Well, when he is calm he does.
For the past couple of months, Kuzan had been taking bass lessons. He manage to fit them in on the days he got off of work early. It was a hobby he took because he lack a social life and always like the sound of the bass. He was going to go for guitar at first though, but then he heard a proffessional play during a small performance he wondered into. After hearing that, he decided to go for the bass instead, in hopes of doing something epic with it. So after a couple of months of training, he got pretty good at it, to where he at least no longer needed a teacher.
So, he decided that it was time for a new bass and pic. He also needed other things, which is why he found out about this store not far from his apartment. Throwing on a pair of jeans, a black long sleeve sweater, and a pair of sneakers, he was prepared to leave. As a precaution, he took his wakizashi, some ginto, and a pair of sneel schniders. His bow was to big for him to just carry around, it would bring to much attention. With the other items, he could easily hide them under his shirt and pants leg. It wasn't as if he was expecting a battle of some kind either, it was just some things he had to prepare for, since he was a quincy. He already had a un-removable glove on his hand, something he has had to explain since he first put it on.
Pacing along the side-walk, he decided to take a shortcut through a alley-way. He knew this area pretty well, so he knew the quickest routes to places. As he came up to the store, he noticed a pink haired male sitting outside of the back door. Haulting for a moment, he watch as the male toss his hat at a boy, forcing the poor kid to run off in tears. Shaking his head, he didn't really show much of a reaction facial wise, even though he partly found it amusing. Stepping up to the male, he made sure to make the distance between them some feets away, he seemed pretty volatile. "That wasn't nice...." he stated as he look around. "Is this the music store?" he asked making sure he went the correct way. It wasn't long before he sense the male's reiatsu. "Just my luck." he said in thought.
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Post by Kazuhiko Mikio on Sept 20, 2013 16:08:11 GMT -5
Fucked up on Life Out of my head, Stuck in a moment of emotion I destroy, is this the end I feel? All of the laws I've broken, Loves that I've sacrificed ...I'll wrap my hands so tight around your neck with love...
} As soon as the little brat ran away with his hat like it was some murderous animal, Kazuhiko heard a voice from behind him. It of course commented on how nice of a person he was. He felt his brow twitch in annoyance and he slowly turned his head around to see whoever was going to be pestering him now. Obviously it was no one he knew. Maybe he had seen him around the city. Kazuhiko wasn't entirely sure. All he knew was this guy had no right to just come out and judge how nice or unnice he was. It was true he wasn't nice but who the fuck was this guy to tell him that? The look Kazuhiko had on his face made it pretty clear he wasn't happy with being called out on his behavior. He was pretty sure he was already going to get a lecture as soon as he went back inside. In about a second though his face was otherwise unreadable. He pushed off of the wall, grabbing a trash can lid in the process. It wasn't clear what exactly he was going to do with that but given the past few minutes it could have been good. He looked the man over, noting that he wasn't a very threatening looking person. He was a bit of a pretty boy or something. Kazuhiko really didn't want to deal with another spoiled, rich kid right now. By some miracle he had never killed anyone before. Right now he was pretty close to committing murder thought, and he was pretty okay with that fact.
He completely ignored the man's question if this was the music store or not. This wasn't even the entrance he should have been using so he needed to go around the building to find out. First though there was something else Kazuhiko had in mind for him. He stood there for a moment, just staring at the man blankly, holding the trashcan lid. In an instant though he had rushed forward, the lid drawn back now. He threw it forward, sending it spinning right toward the man's stomach with way more strength than any human should have had. Kazuhiko didn't care about hiding his strength at all. It wasn't like people were going to just guess that he was a superhero or something. No superhero had an attitude like his.
That done he felt a little bit better. He stood up straight, pushing his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt. He looked to the man, a halfway dull, halfway cocky look on his face. Even if he somehow missed he had made it clear that he was a dangerous kind of guy. He wasn't to be fucked with. "Yeah. This is the music store" he said, finally proving he actually had a voice. HE went right back to leaning on the wall just to the side of the door. Right now this guy wasn't getting any more of his business. Maybe he wouldn't have to deal with him at all and he'd just leave before Kazuhiko had to go back inside.
Just to spoil all of his hopes and dreams though, the door swung open. "Come pick up all of these picks before a customer comes" his boss called out to him. He didn't even wait for an answer before letting the door slam back shut, leaving a rather annoyed Kazuhiko to stare at it. Well that ruined a bit of his badassery, getting ordered around by his boss. He let out another one of those long sighs, rubbing his temples. "Come on" he growled toward the man, opening the door with a lot more force than was needed. He stood there, propping it open for the blue haired guy that was wandering around in suspicious alleys. Helping this guy would get him out of picking up all of those picks for a few minutes or something. He disregarded the fact that he might have run the guy off by attacking him so violently. If the pussy had ill feelings about that well then he'd either do something about it or run away and cry. It wasn't like Kazuhiko was happy about this either. He had plenty of better things to be doing with his Saturday besides standing around and be utterly pissed off at the world. He was damn tempted to just ditch it all and jump on his motorcycle that was parked so conveniently close just at the end of the alley.
{Notes: tempeh tempah {Words: 757 {Tags: Kazuhiko and Kuzan... so far {Stats:Han: 16 Rei: 14 Hak: 18 Sei: 8 Buk: 18 Hoh: 16 ♫♩♪
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Post by Kuzan Nagashimi on Sept 20, 2013 20:59:14 GMT -5
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♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ Night of the Hunter Promise to God I Will Break Your Heart, Tear You to Peices and Rip You Apart | | Waiting for response, Kuzan watch as the male's aggrression grew more and more. Keeping his usual expression, he simply exhaled and waited for a answer. Once he sae the male stand, he took notice to this as he watch the male's movements. "And I thought I was quiet..." he stated in thought as he soon saw the male walk over to a trash lid and.pick it up. Raising his right brow, he was curious to what the male was going to do.
It wasn't long before the male hurled the trash lid at Kuzan. Acting off of Instinct, Kuzan quickly step to his right as the trash lid pass him by, connecting to the side of a passing bum. He was surprised by this in all honesty, the trash lid manage to send the bum flying off the ground and a few feet out onto the sidewalk. "Oh my, It seems I was pretty lucky to had dodge that..." he spoke in thought as he step back into his normal stance and position. "That wasn't nice.." he stated as Kuzan did not really care to give the male the same aggression back.
It wasn't long before the male finally spoke. His question was finally answered, but it was a bit cold. He seem like he was trying to hard to seem cool or cocky, a trait Kuzan did not admire much. "Good, I didn't go the wrong way." he stated as the door flung open. Looking to what seem like the boss of the pink haired male. Kuzan watch as what ever act the male was doing was ruined. Doing as his boss ordered, the male soon stop to ask Kuzan if he was coming in as well.
Shrugging, Kuzan step forward and headed towards the door way. Stopping in front of the male, he look him down for a moment as he shook his head. "Anger management can help you, fullbringer." he stated as he turned and headed through the door. "What is your best bass's?" he asked as he headedinto the main area of the store. Rather the male answered or not didn't matter. He expected to get another instrument flung at his head.
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Post by Kazuhiko Mikio on Sept 21, 2013 12:02:23 GMT -5
Fucked up on Life Out of my head, Stuck in a moment of emotion I destroy, is this the end I feel? All of the laws I've broken, Loves that I've sacrificed ...I'll wrap my hands so tight around your neck with love...
} This guy was a lot more calm about things than Kazuhiko was. Well good for him and stuff. That didn't change the fact that he just didn't like this guy.. at all. Kazuhiko was just hoping he would shut up and buy something and get out. This turned out not to be the case of course. The blue haired bug decided it was the best possible thing to make another comment about his anger issues. Kazuhiko froze up complete, scowling at the man. So selling the bastard some shit would have to wait a minute or two. He reached out to grab the guy roughly by the shoulder before he got all the way into the store. "I'll get it in a minute" he called in, not really expecting his boss to argue it, especially with that tone he was using. It was one of the key signs of when he was on the verge of causing severe amounts of bodily harm. Just as he thought the man didn't even respond. After buying himself a little bit of time he gave a harsh tug at the man if he had gotten his hold, aiming to shove him right back outside into the alley.
Kazuhiko stepped out right behind him, slamming the door shut behind him, leaning against it to ensure that the guy would be able to take refuge inside where Kazuhiko had more rules to follow. "You've really got to learn some self preservation" he said in a more than grumpy tone. He was glaring daggers at the man, having to cross his arms to keep from doing something very deadly to the store wall. He wasn't paying damages. Finally he just stepped out of a range where he could punch it and shatter it. "And what the hell is that thing you called me?" he never took the time to find people like him. He was sure they existed, but when had Kazuhiko been one to care about something enough to thoroughly investigate it? Oh yeah never. So he was pretty sure this guy had just called him some form of a hipster bad name or something. Kazuhiko knew just how to deal with that.
He uncrossed his arms, putting them in his pants pocket, his left hand getting pretty close to Mizki's guard. It wasn't time to draw a weapon though. That was just escalating things way too quickly, even for him. That and he more or less hated to waste his skill unless he was in a really blind rage. So he opted for a slight turn on his heels. His foot met the back of the trash can he had taken the lid from and in less than a second he had kicked it toward the man with little to no expression on his face, like this was just any other normal day activity for him. It kind of was. At least a normal day for an angry young man with way too much strength for his own good. The lid had been dodged before but he couldn't help but to think being hit by the entire trashcan with who knew what in it would be a better sight to see. He might have gotten a bit of a smile in the corner of his mouth. Maybe. That or he had a twitch. Both were about equally possible oddly enough. "If you're going to give us your business you'll need to learn some control" He was an absolute hypocrite saying that, and yes he was very aware of this. Oh fucking boy. No one ever said he was the best employee ever nor believed in 'the customer is always right' deal. It disgusted him greatly actually.
{Notes: ROAR! {Words: 625 {Tags: Kazuhiko, Kuzan {Stats:Han: 16 Rei: 14 Hak: 18 Sei: 8 Buk: 18 Hoh: 16 ♫♩♪
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Post by Kuzan Nagashimi on Sept 21, 2013 13:36:18 GMT -5
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♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ Night of the Hunter Promise to God I Will Break Your Heart, Tear You to Peices and Rip You Apart | | "Here we go..." he stated with a roll of his eyes as the male grabbed him by his shoulder. Not showing much of a reaction to the pain, he simply let the boy continue with his little macho act, so that he could fo into he store and get what he came for. Though he didn't know how likely this would be, since he was being pulled from out of the store and flung to a wall. Making a slightly loud thud, he cough a bit as he simply crack his neck and his shoulders. "You really have problems with your anger. Maybe you should change your job proffession to soething else? Mix Martial Arts? Boxing? Something that requires to be as far away possible from other humans." he stated as he cross his arms before his chest.
Hearing the male's next comment, Kuzan let out a light chuckle. It was hard for anyone to amuse him, but this guy could. Apparently he was under the impression that Kuzan was the hostile and violent one. Shaking his head a bit, he really did not get this guy. He had major anger issues, but still feels that he is the one who is calm? Sighing, he look to his left for a bit as he then look back to the other male. "Self Perservation? I thought I have been quite calm, you should really do something about hipocracy in your comment, man." he stated with a unamused expression.
The male's next comment was a surprise, he didn't know about his race. It was a bit odd, seeing how strong the male was, but he guess he should give a slight explanation. "A fullbringer is what you are. A human who consumed a unknown amount of holow reiatsu while in their mother's womb. That is how you got your powers.." he explained to the neanderthal. In all honesty, he didn't know if this was true or not, he was going off by what a aqquainted of his said a few years back. After he gave a explanation, the male pick up a trash can and flung it at Kuzan. Sighing, he raised his arms before him in a defensive stance as the trash can connected, sending him into the wall once again.
"That hurted." he commented as he was beginning to lose his temper. Remaining calm, he dust off his arms and clothes and fix his hair. "You're joking right? Do you even know the meaning of hipocrite? You would definitely fit the explanation part." he step forward a bit as he let out a shorr exhale. "if you want a fight, just say so. Instead of picking up trash cans and lids and throwing childish fits. Ugh, I can never have a stress free day." he stated as he waited for a response. He honestly didn't care, if the male wanted a fight, they can fight. Even if he ended up getting his ass handed to him, he didn't care, he really just wanted to get his instrument and go home. The male was seriously ruining his good mood.
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Post by Kazuhiko Mikio on Sept 21, 2013 22:25:27 GMT -5
Fucked up on Life Out of my head, Stuck in a moment of emotion I destroy, is this the end I feel? All of the laws I've broken, Loves that I've sacrificed ...I'll wrap my hands so tight around your neck with love...
} The blue haired guy could take some hit. He was shaking off being tossed around pretty well. He even came up with something to say back... or at Kazuhiko. That was more than a lot of people could do when he handled them with no restraint. He chose the wrong thing to say of course, really one of the worst options of the directions of conversation he had. Fighting as a profession was not a stable topic for some one as unstable as he was. This guy was just doomed to get his ass kicked or have his face blown away by some foreign object. He liked that second choice better right now. It seemed really spot on for the kind of mood he was in. It was the kind of mood where he just stared and pictured how this guy's face might bruise with different objects as he went on talking to Kazuhiko. He didn't even hear words anymore. He was looking around the close area to see what he could throw around easily enough which was damn near everything.
Something did catch his interest though. For some reason this man knew something about what he was. It was a little bit creepy that this guy knew more about it than Kazuhiko did himself, but the world was filled with creepy things. There were creepy monsters and creepy bones face people. There were black outfit people who seemed to dislike bone face people and the monsters. Then there were those arrow flinging pansies who hated the world. Those were the only things he knew about besides weirdos like him who just did shit by some force though he hadn't exactly run into any of them himself. He had seen some really weird fucking videos online that had evidently been filmed right in this city. But right now there was some trashcan kicking going on so he didn't linger on trying to figure out the meaning of his existence or some sappy shit like that. Instead he watched his handy work send the guy right back into the wall. Ah yes. He liked that quite a bit.
"Who said I wanted to fight?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. Kazuhiko walked across the alley, shoulders slumping back down, and he looked pretty at ease about everything. "I dropped out of that business a while ago, so sorry to disappoint... but not really" his head shot up and he had a burst of speed in those last few steps. He held his arm out across his body, intent on slamming his forearm into the man's chest just under his neck so he didn't break anything too easily. Hopefully he didn't break one of his clavicles anyway. That would defeat a whole lot of purpose. Hit or miss he didn't have long to do anything else about it. There was the screeching of rusted, metal pins again as the door to the music store opened again. Kazuhiko didn't really have to look to know what was going on, but he glared over his shoulder anyway. Standing in the doorway was his boss who wasn't looking very happy. He must have literally timed it and given Kazuhiko a minute right to the second. "Yeah, yeah" he growled and the man turned around to go back inside. Kazuhiko couldn't be fired but there were other ways his boss could make him suffer so he had to listen sometimes, this being one of them.
"So you wanted a bass?" he asked, looking back to the man whether he be pinned to the wall or somewhere else after a swift and speedy dodge. He straightened up, adjusting his glove and shaking his hand before letting his arm fall down to his side once again. He got that blank look on his face again as he turned around and walked back to the door. He was getting over his outburst. It wasn't like he had much of a choice now anyway. It was up to the customer if he was going to keep on in the direction of getting thrown back into the alley or not. "Hurry up then" he called back over his shoulder as he walked inside, giving a kick to the door to keep it open longer so the guy would have time to get in before it closed in his face and Kazuhiko had to hear that annoying screech again. He really had to convince someone to fix that door some day.
{Notes: ROAR! {Words: 752 {Tags: Kazuhiko, Kuzan {Stats:Han: 16 Rei: 14 Hak: 18 Sei: 8 Buk: 18 Hoh: 16 ♫♩♪
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Post by Kuzan Nagashimi on Sept 22, 2013 14:33:04 GMT -5
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♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ Night of the Hunter Promise to God I Will Break Your Heart, Tear You to Peices and Rip You Apart | | As soon as Kuzan had confronted the man on if he wanted a fight or not, the guy desides to mellow out and reject his offer. Sighing, he step a few feet back as he was now a lot more closer to the wall again. Shaking his head, his right hand ran through his hair as a headache was beginning to occur. "This guy is seriously ruining my day. He's giving me a headach with all his back and forth mood swings." he stated with a roll of his yes. "What's going on here?" he questioned out loud as his arms folded across his chest.
It wasn't long after that the male shot forward at Kuzan once again. Reacting rather quickly, Kuzan mistankingly used his hirenkyaku to evade the hit. Now to the right of where he once was, he sighed once more as his headache only seem to aggrivate him more. "Maybe you should of stayed in that buisness. At least until you workout those anger issues.." he stated as he began to consider going to another music store. A bass wasn't worth having his relaxful day ruined by a guy throwing hissy fits. He was surprised he has manage to stay so calm, even though that was how he naturally was.
Looking to the door, the male's boss once again came out to get his overly aggressive employee to finally do his job. Watching as the male ward off his boss with a simple nod and a aggressive "Yeah", Kuzan seriously was about to turn around and head back home. He still had two more days of freedom, he could find another music store tomorrow or the day after. Turning side-ways, he look off to his right as he was seconds away from leaving. Then he heard the male ask him if he was coming in or not. Shrugging, he decided to go ahead and go in. If the male ended up doing the same as before, the two were going to either fight or Kuzan was going to leave.
Following the male inside, he made sure to stay a few feet behind the male just in case. He didn't want the same incident as earlier to occur again. Once they entered the main area of the shop, Kuzan drifted away from the male and headed over to the bass section. Looking at them, he was intruiged by what he saw. He was looking for the best instrument for him, while also hoping that the male wasn't the employee that was going to assist him in this. Not like he wanted to end up getting into a altercation in the mans store. "A interesting collection. I wonder whats their best bass?" he questioned out loud as his hand rose to stroke his chin.
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Post by Kazuhiko Mikio on Sept 25, 2013 21:18:28 GMT -5
Fucked up on Life Out of my head, Stuck in a moment of emotion I destroy, is this the end I feel? All of the laws I've broken, Loves that I've sacrificed ...I'll wrap my hands so tight around your neck with love...
} Despite everything this guy was still going on about stuff. Kazuhiko did the best he could to put it aside. HE couldn't deal with that sort of shit right now. He had a job to do, even it was servicing the same asshole who was pissing him off when he was already in a bad enough mood. "I got out of it for a reason" Kazuhiko added in when the man brought up how he should have still been in fighting competitions for a career. He'd have a lot more money and be much better off than he was now. He would have died if he had to keep doing that kind of thing, and not because of the violence involved in it. That was irrelevant now and not really any of this man's business. Because of that Kazuhiko didn't say anything more on it and he expected this guy to do the same. He was here for a bass, not a life story.
He didn't wait entirely for the man to get in before he took off into the main area. If the guy was slow that was his own fault. He seemed pretty fast before. Besides Kazuhiko had a bit of a task to tend to. He stopped just short of the mess of picks that no one had bothered to touch. No one had decided to be really nice and pick those up for him. He whispered a curse, hidden in a heavy sigh before getting down on his knees and starting on that little job. After about ten he knew this was going to just be the worst experience of his day. After twenty he was pretty much over the tapping sound they made when he dropped them in the box. After twenty-one he was pretty much done for the time being. He set the box down, as in tossing it aside and counting himself lucky it didn't spill over again. Kazuhiko got up to his feet, looking around for something to do as an excuse. He could say he got distracted doing something really helpful. Of course there was replacing that broken guitar string. The thought of that just pissed him off. So the only other obvious option was the help a certain some one in the bass section. Oh the hardships of his life.
Figuring assistance was the less annoying of two evils, Kazuhiko made his way to the wall of bass guitars, not looking happy or interested in doing this at all. He didn't look that excited to be there once he got up to the man. He had his hands in his pockets, and he was slouched slightly to the side. His face was unreadable, so there was no telling if he really gave two shits or not. Spoiler alert! He didn't. Still though it was better than picks. "How long have you been playing?" he questioned. It was actually a relevant question to helping this guy figure out which bass he needed to get. Obviously he wouldn't send a novice home with an expensive piece of equipment. He wasn't a bassist, but he still hated to see things of quality abused or put to waste. "How skilled would you say you are?" he looked around the different basses hanging on the wall, sorting through them in his head as he waited for an answer. No he didn't play, but he knew his instruments well. He'd seen enough professionals come and go and gotten enough magazines to know what was no better than garbage and what was classy as fuck. He was halfway expecting this guy to toot his own horn so he made sure to find one bass he could try out that was a little less than average before he jumped the gun and just got something way out of this guy's league down. He couldn't count how many times he had seen that done, or even done it himself in the past. Needless to say he was left extremely unsatisfied and pissed off afterward. He wasn't making that mistake again.
{Notes: ROAR! {Words: 685 {Tags: Kazuhiko, Kuzan {Stats:Han: 16 Rei: 14 Hak: 18 Sei: 8 Buk: 18 Hoh: 16 ♫♩♪
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Post by Kuzan Nagashimi on Oct 1, 2013 12:37:43 GMT -5
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♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ Night of the Hunter Promise to God I Will Break Your Heart, Tear You to Peices and Rip You Apart | | Kuzan watch as the other male shot off forward to another area of the store. With a slight shrug of his shoulders, he headed off into a different direction. He was actually pretty happy that the male was doing something else, he could get assistance from a less volatile employee. But if he is ended up stuck with the overly aggressive male, he would be force to deal with it and keep his calm. Especially with them in a public place, he didn't want to cause a scene that could harm many of the civillians around them. Plus, he wasn't in the mood to fight, it would be a waste of a nice day to fight someone over something petty and redundant.
Pacing along the aisle of the bass guitar/guitar session of the store, he was undecided on which bass guitar that he wanted to buy. Coming to a stop, his arms went behind his back as his gaze shifted to each bass before him. "Hmm, they have some nice bass guitars. Which one would be best for myself? Hmm...." he questioned out loud, but in a calm and low tone. His arms motioned from behind his back to his front. Raising his right arm, his hand place against his forehead while his fingers ran upward, moving his hair out of he way a bit. Lowering his arm, it went from his head to one of the bass. Using his index finger, he gave a light tug on one of the strings. He then began to run his palm along the bass to see how it felt. "Interesting, not bad." he stated as he pace to his right.
Raising his head, he soon notice that the male was now on the same aisle as himself. Not surprised, he turn his attention back to the bass guitars. He was honestly undecided on what it was he wanted to buy. Hearing the male's question, he didn't bother to look to the male's direction before he answered. "About seven or eight months, I took a few lessons, but I was told that I no longer needed them." he answered while eyeing a bass not to far to his left. Hearng the next question, he honestly did not know a valid answer for that. "I honestly don't know. I tend to feel he need to show rather than to answer. If I were to say I was great and I sounded like shit, it wouldn't be a accurate enough depiction, wouldn't it?" he responded back with question, though it was more rhetorical then anything. "Do you have one that I can play?" he asked.
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Post by Kazuhiko Mikio on Oct 2, 2013 13:33:07 GMT -5
Fucked up on Life Out of my head, Stuck in a moment of emotion I destroy, is this the end I feel? All of the laws I've broken, Loves that I've sacrificed ...I'll wrap my hands so tight around your neck with love...
} Well at least among several bad traits this guy wasn't a cocky asshole. that was something that made Kazuhiko's day a little less of a hassle. He was even a little more interested now. This guy got told he didn't need lessons. So either he was just a waste of time or he was actually pretty. Now he mattered some to Kazuhiko. He was planning something, and maybe this would aid him in that. He turned to get the bass he had his eye on, pulling it down from the rack. "Here, you can try this one out" his voice didn't show his interest, but the fact that he was doing something, even quickly grabbing the cord that he handed to the man as well, showed a little bit of urgency. He plugged the other end of the cord into one of the amps, waiting until the blue haired man plugged the bass up before turning it on.
With that he took a step back. He was looking intently at the man, his hopes getting up. Music was the only other thing that got him to feel anything, and it wasn't even that blinding rage. His boss had started to come down the aisle and Kazuhiko just sent him a look. No more was needed for the man to back off. If this went well it was about the only thing that would make this day bearable for his employee and in turn himself. So he just let it be. He wasn't going to clean up that mess though. that was still on Kazuhiko, but at least he wouldn't be so pissed off and might actually get it done.
"Just play anything" Kazuhiko instructed, looking back at the man. He crossed his arms over his chest, keeping an eye on the mans hands. He had studied people who were really borderline masters. Within seconds he would be able to tell how good this guy was, along with his trained ear. This guy didn't know it, but he was actually putting on an audition right now. It was true that the earlier incident back in the alley would make the next phase of this secret audition difficult for Kazuhiko, but he could bullshit some stuff together if he needed to. If they didn't reach that step then he could just grab a cheap bass and hit the man with it. He wasn't sure there was really a losing side of this situation for Kazuhiko anymore? His ear might suffer a bit or he would have to drop some of his pride and do that awful apologizing thing. Those were minor in comparison to the glorious wonders that could come.
{Notes: ROAR! {Words: 448 {Tags: Kazuhiko, Kuzan {Stats:Han: 16 Rei: 14 Hak: 18 Sei: 8 Buk: 18 Hoh: 16 ♫♩♪
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Post by Kuzan Nagashimi on Oct 2, 2013 23:27:58 GMT -5
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♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ Night of the Hunter Promise to God I Will Break Your Heart, Tear You to Peices and Rip You Apart | | After answering the man's question, Kuzan turned back to eye the bass. He was still very much undecided on what it was he wanted. He knew that he wanted one just right for his skills, but which one, was the question that contemplated through his mind. Sighing, he turn to look to the male who suggested he play one of the bass he grabbed. Shrugging, he took the bass from the maleand watch as he went to go and hook it to a amp. eyeing the bass and identifying the gour strings, he adjusted it a bit so that it was just right. Once that was done, he look to the male.
"Any song prefer?" he questioned. It wasn't long before the male respinded and told him to play any song he wanted. Shrugging, he decided to play the solo to a song of one of his favorite bands. They were a underground type band, so he didn't know if the male has heard of it or not. He learned it during his fourth month of training, to actually meet the speed and control of it, he had to stop using a pick and rely on his index and middle finger. In his opinion, it sounded better without picks, which is why he trained to play it without as well.
Not wasting much time, he began playing, slowly starting off just like it did in the song. Closing his eyes, he drifted off into his mind set whenever he usually played. He remembered the strings and cord progressions by heart, so there wasn't much need to look at them twenty four seven. It wasn't long before the song drifted a more high pace and rough sound. Playing it rather well, his eyes would close and awaken over and over as he sometimes look to the strings while he played. Not showing much of a expression, he simply drifted into the music, not caring about what was around him or who was listening. Once it ended, he look towards the ground for a moment. "So what bass do you feel would fit better for someone of my level of experience?" he questioned while leveling his gaze to the male.
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Post by Kazuhiko Mikio on Oct 24, 2013 11:47:53 GMT -5
Fucked up on Life Out of my head, Stuck in a moment of emotion I destroy, is this the end I feel? All of the laws I've broken, Loves that I've sacrificed ...I'll wrap my hands so tight around your neck with love...
} The moment the man began to play, Kazuhiko could tell that there was a reason he had been told he no longer needed lessons. It wasn't very fast paced, but as he watched the man's fingers, they moved like a number of professionals he had known. When it came down to the sound, he was also pretty skilled. It was still clear he had more to learn, but for playing a few months at best, he had progressed quickly. Kazuhiko felt a bit bad for trying to bash the guy's skull in before. (Okay, he really didn't feel bad about that at all. He had deserved it. At least now he was a bit less pissed that he hadn't finished the job. He could appreciate the music this man was making. It wasn't that apparent aside from a certain look in his eye that was hardly dominant.
By the time the pace picked up, Kazuhiko was already looking around at the wall of basses again. His eyes fell upon a blue fender, and without waiting for the guy to finish what he was already playing, Kazuhiko moved to get it. It wasn't a cheap one, but he figured that wasn't too much of an issue. He got that spoiled rich kid vibe. If that wasn't the case, then it was that guy's own fault for acting like a snood. It wasn't like Kazuhiko had dwindling social skills or anything.
The moment the man stopped playing, Kazuhiko held the bass out to him, beating him to the question he asked. "This one should do you just fine" he stated in the indifferent tone, yet there was some urging in his voice. He held his other hand out for the first bass, turning off the amp and unplugging the bass. He tossed the cord back to the guy before returning the first instrument to the wall, expecting the man to at least try his suggestion out. He knew it was unnecessary since his choices were always right, but in the end it wasn't really his choice to make. If it wasn't followed there was a good chance of someone getting hit in the head with... something that would cause a lot of damage and cost a shit ton. He wasn't about to deal with a fool who didn't know jack shit like he did. If this guy was blind to the level of instrument he was getting, or the smooth sound, then he wasn't worth the time Kazuhiko had spent standing there.
{Notes: ROAR! {Words: 420 lol {Tags: Kazuhiko, Kuzan {Stats:Han: 16 Rei: 14 Hak: 18 Sei: 8 Buk: 18 Hoh: 16 ♫♩♪
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Post by Kuzan Nagashimi on Oct 24, 2013 20:04:27 GMT -5
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♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ Night of the Hunter Promise to God I Will Break Your Heart, Tear You to Peices and Rip You Apart | | After finishing, his gaze raised to the male, who was already holding another bass. Taking off the other, he sat it to side and took a hold of the bass given to him. Catching the toss cable, he connected it to the bass and moved one of the strings. "No bad." he stated. Playing the next few, he nodded along in approval as he played a short rift. It gave him a good feel for the bass and how it operates. He hadn't expect the male to easily be able to figure out which bass was right for him. Aside from the horrible attitude and temper, he had a good ear. It was something he had to respect, no matter how much the man annoyed him earlier. Luckily for him, Kuzan didn't hold grudges. No, he was to care free to give a damn about any type of squables.
"You have a good ear. I'll take it." he stated while looking over to the price tag. Slightly over his budget, but still fine. He wanted the best bass for him and this was it. While he waited, he remove the cord connected to the amp and lowered the bass to his side. Eyeing the male, he narrowed his gaze a bit as he wondered something. "So, what instruments do you play?" he questioned out of curiosity. He wondered if the male knew how to play the bass, he did have a good ear, so its possible. But then again, the male could just have a good ear and be knowledgable on the different instruments.
In all honesty, he would love a job like this, it dealt with music, something he loved. He would put in for a job here, well part time, maybeduring the weekends. But then he would have to deal with the male's attitude and that just wasn't worth it.
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Post by Kazuhiko Mikio on Nov 12, 2013 12:57:23 GMT -5
Fucked up on Life Out of my head, Stuck in a moment of emotion I destroy, is this the end I feel? All of the laws I've broken, Loves that I've sacrificed ...I'll wrap my hands so tight around your neck with love...
} Good, the man decided to trust his superior judgement. Kazuhiko didn't have to break the lovely bass over the guy's head. He saw the price tag on that thing. He was already low on funds. He did not need all that money coming out of his paychecks. While the man unhooked the bass, Kazuhiko took a look over the price tag again. This sale was really gonna get him some good shit later on down the road. He just had a way with people it seemed... or something of that nature. He almost laughed at those thoughts, almost. It wasn't that fucking amusing.
Just then the other male asked him a question, actually getting his attention. Kazuhiko looked his way for a moment, not really saying anything. "I don't play anything" he stated flatly, picking up the bass cord and rolling it up around his arm speedily. It seemed like that was all he was going to say as he hung the wound up cord on the wall with a number of other multicolored cord. "I just sing" he added in out of seemingly nowhere, not even looking back at the man. He didn't see why his experience with any instruments mattered at all. The guy had already decided he was a god, and he was going to go along with the choices Kazuhiko made. What mire was he looking for. It was then that he glance over to the man, brow slightly arched with a somewhat confused look on his face.
That hardly lasted long though. In a matter of seconds he was back to looking indifferent as ever. He held his hand out, eyeing the bass. "I'll go ring it up" he stated, explaining his actions, dismissing the earlier topic about his instrument playing, or lack there of. He started to make his way to the counter, looking over to his boss from the corner of his eye. The man was already picking up the mess of picks Kazuhiko had created. It didn't show on his face, but he was glad for it. He really didn't have the patience to do bullshit like that. He was there to sell instruments, not be a fucking maid. A smile almost formed on his lips, but the effort that took was far too much for him to even finish the action off. He gave up on the wonderful thought, just getting to the counter, bass in hand.
{Notes: child abuse? {Words: 410 {Tags: Kazuhiko and kuzan {Stats:Han: 16 Rei: 14 Hak: 18 Sei: 8 Buk: 18 Hoh: 16 ♫♩♪
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