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Post by Miyavi Takamasa Ishihara on Mar 23, 2009 19:08:27 GMT -5
Artifically blue eyes scanned the deck, no one in sight. That piercing shade of blue glistened elegantly in the afternoon sun. His skin, soft, and glowing in the light as it was well cared for. Slender fingers brushed over strings of tightly coiled wire of six different widths. Sliding his hands up and down the frets, finding the right one he strummed, and smiled. Those bright artificial eyes watched the ocean for what seemed like forever, before he pulled his gaze away from the beauty.
Rolling ocean waves crashing violently into the sides of the ship. Oh how he wanted to call out to the waves, tell them, to turn back before meeting their very doom that would split them right in half. He smiled though, thinking it not the death of one wave, but the creating of two new ones that would take their seperate ways and meet again someday. His attention returned to his guitar as he strummed a few more notes, deciding to play a song of his.
Two heavy, low strums lead to a quick entrance of Japanese lyrics. "mawaru mawaru sekai wa mawaru tatoe boku ga inakunatte mo warainagara, shiran kao shite sonna mon sa jinsei." The lyrics and beat came fast. "Spinning, spinning, the world's spinning. Even if I were to disappear. While you're smiling, act indiffirent. It's that kind of life." His beat remained catchy and exciting enough to keep his own interest in them, but his voice hushed a bit more as the shirtless Miyavi transferred to English lyrics. "Ah, isn't it worthless? It's okay to just be worried. Don't try to break it. Isn't is easier to give up? It's time to pay attention. You listen too, baby. If you live embracing life's gloominess, you won't enjoy yourself. Good people don't really beat on reason, but want to preach self-important things."
The shirtless Japanese-Korean adult, was covered in tattoos, one specific large japanese scripture rolled down his back. A quite "random" 6 was tattooed on his right forearm, it sort of looked like a nine, and could easily have been mistaken for one, if it didn't have the line underneath the number, signifying it was indeed a six. His white smile showed through his lips again as he laughed at himself.
"But don't even know the reason we're born in this world. People that can't even say "good bye" exist too, idiot. Even if it's just a little, if you have the courage, why don't you try struggling once more? THAT'S RIGHT! Step by step down that road, to the place in front of you. It's okay if you fall down. Even if you're crushed, GOING MY WAY, JUST DO IT Believe you can do it and the road opens. Struggling and living is REAL. Dismiss things like ease or comfort.Going down the thorny road, to stop it, right?" He continued to sing his song. It was pretty cool to him, actually, it was one of his favorites, because it sent a positive message with a very very catchy tune, and those who had heard it, either in Japanese or English, liked it.
English was hard for the boy, he had to admit that much, he liked trying though. He really enjoyed trying out the English language, whether he sounded stupid or not, it wasn't going to stop him. "Spinning, spinning, the world's spinning. Even if I were to disappear.While you're smiling, act indiffirent. It's that kind of life. If that's the case, then let's laugh together. Live magnificently, THAT'S LIFE ALL RIGHT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN? Let's watch today and yesterday, and the dreams and hopes we entrusted to tomorrow" His voice kept a quick pace, as he managed to turn slightly pink, when hearing the sound of his heavily accented English.
"In the bewildering flow of time, searching for my own worth.
Spinning world, in that absent-mindedness, please recognize me, somewhere. Stop, stop, stop time. Even if it seems your heart will suddenly burst. In the changing, changing scenery, it's okay to look up and cry." Miyavi sang with a full heart, he sang with his best effort, hoping his vocal lessons really improved the way he sang, more then he thought it did. "Spinning, spinning, the world's spinning. Even if I were to disappear. While you're smiling, act indiffirent. It's that kind of life. If that's the case, then let's laugh together." The beat slowed a bit, returning to two steady continuous heavy strums as he ended the song.
He of course continued to strum at his guitar, this time only playing the beat that coursed the background of the song. He found it rather complicated to keep his mouth shut as he played the guitar to the song. Miyavi really had his hopes up for a solo career, and he desperatly wanted to make it, as music was his life and he made that very clear, even when working.
ooc; All lyrics credited to Miyavi, from his song "What a wonderful word."(download it..or Click here to listen)
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Post by Vaida Jo Prince on Mar 23, 2009 20:43:22 GMT -5
Vaida strolled down the deck of the ship, enjoying the warm sun beating down on her, browning her skin and lightening her already considerably lighter than normal hair. Of course, she'd been careful to apply sunscreen in liberal amounts before leaving the cabin, as she always did - very light skin was always in danger of burning - but strolling in her capris and the dark blue halter, it was easy to pretend she was simply a passenger on the ship, without a care in the world...or a bar to report to in two hours. She couldn't really complain - it was a pretty sweet job, all in all. It had been decided early in the process that she would work nights at "the club" while the other main bartender worked the "restaurant and cafe" during the day. There were a million reasons, but it boiled down to the fact that she was young and cute and kept the club's hip image up. Vaida shook her head - she would think about work at work. Now, it was time to relax.
She slipped off her flip-flops and tucked them in the back pocket of her pants, then looked up as the wind changed direction - was that a guitar? She followed the sound to see a young tattoed man of Asian descent sitting alone, playing and singing. She leaned against a wall, folding her arms, and listened. He was good - his lyrics reminded her a bit of Whitman, if Whitman was a touch simpler and set to music. After a bit, the song ended, and Vaida thought she'd spent quite enough time staring anonymously at the man.
"Is that yours?" she asked of the song, crossing to lean against the ship's rail and face him. "It's quite pretty. I hope you didn't mind my listening," she added with a friendly smile.
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Post by Miyavi Takamasa Ishihara on Mar 23, 2009 21:16:08 GMT -5
Although a slight fear rushed through him as the girl's voice registered, he looked at her, and smiled. "Yeah. It is and thank you." Miyavi spoke, giving a slight bow on his thanks and grinned. He strummed a little at his guitar before looking back at her, placing his beloved black acoustic guitar in the chair and standing up. Myv had learned that with Americans, eye contact was key, but where he was from, too much eye contact was disrespectful.
Myv's artificially coloured eyes gazed into Vaida's for a moment before he forced them away. Eye contact creeped him out in the very most. While stretching, his baggy dark denim jeans slipped a little allowing the public view of the waist band of his boxers. Not that he minded.
"It sounds better in Japanese." He commented "The lyrics fit better." he gave a light chuckle and looked to the sky, then returning those bright blue eyes on Vaida. "I'm Miyavi."He said lightly holding out his right hand, as a friendly handshaking gesture. On the three middle knuckles of his right hand were the letter's "MYV" while the three middle knuckles on his left hand read "382". MYV was almost self-explanitory, but 382?
Had you asked him about 382 he would have laughed and replied "It's the numerical version of Miyavi" but if you asked him how he'd laugh and shake his head, unwilling to tell you as to how he figured, or rather came up with this. Most just assumed it was his birth month and year, this though, was unlikely when you came to realize he was only twenty-one. Miyavi simply wasn't a person to easily be explained, in fact it was usually very complex to find an explination for the boy at any given time.
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Post by Vaida Jo Prince on Mar 23, 2009 21:35:52 GMT -5
"You're welcome," she responded simply, not feeling the need to gush. His guitar caught her eye, and she nodded towards it.
"God that's a pretty instrument," she added. She could sense the typical male pride in him as he set it down, and decided to play to it.
He glanced up at her, staring into her eyes a fraction longer than was comfortable, but she didn't brake the connection. She wasn't sure what people did where he was from, but in England, long, lingering glances were reserved for lovers. She watched, expression noncommital, as he stretched. My, but he had a bunch of tattoos.
"Well, it's poetic, whatever language it's in. I assume you're from Japan, then? What part?" she inquired politely. Other than a few major cities, it probably wouldn't mean anything to her, but it was conversation, at least. He extended his hand, and she took it with her own, giving it the firm-but-not-too-firm shake her business classes had taught.
"I'm Vaida. It's nice to meet someone with a name as unique as mine - or unique on this boat, anyway," she clarified. "What brings you - business, pleasure, international espionage?" she joked dryly.
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Post by Miyavi Takamasa Ishihara on Mar 23, 2009 22:15:27 GMT -5
She was more then right, he had countless amounts of ink needled into his body. He knew this, he loved this, and he personally thought it was fine. He felt he'd hurt a chance at friendship, when his blue eyes caught hers for a little longer then intended, but with a quick track of positive, thinking he still had some chance. Myv's eyes were probably the only thing that threw people off, he usually always had his blue coloured contacts in these days, so no one could be sure. Some had the guts to ask him if he had something other than Asian in him. He would laugh and say I'm not Asian. just to make them question things.
He worked in various places on the ship, but he'd not taken his place as a bartender yet, perhaps it's because he did not like drinking. "Oh, yes, thank you." He said with a smile "A friend gave it to me." He said in reference to the guitar. When she brought up Japan, he smirked. "Yes, I am. Nisikujo, Japan." He said almost proudly in his broken English. Quickly he turned the conversation off him, as even though he was rather egotistical, he wasn't going to push her away by babbling about himself.
"Vaida, is a lovely name, where are you from?" He said with a voice of eagerness. Miyavi was realtivly calm today which was a new one for him. Again though, the conversation seemed to turn on him as she asked what brought him here. At that he could only laugh and respond "In honesty, Work." He seemed to say it with a slight distaste for the salty air. "The international tour is a nice bonus." He chuckled with a wink as he lowered a pair of purple lensed frameless sunglasses from his head to his face.
These glasses were rather, a random pair he'd recieved, like his guitar, from a friend. He did enjoy these things, very much. Myv caught himself gazing off into the water, then down at his barefeet, catching a glipse of the tattoo around his bellybutton that read Don't hesitate & Go. He loved that tattoo just as much as the others.
Reference to Glasses
Tattoo on back
Torso(front) Tattoos
Torso(back/side) Tattoos
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Post by Vaida Jo Prince on Mar 23, 2009 23:13:25 GMT -5
Vaida smiled, responding almost unconsciously to the slightly awkward-feeling vibe she got from him.
"Some friend," she remarked, fingering the necklace she wore, a runic symbol hung on a blue ribbon that a friend had given her before she left. She'd had few friends back home, but the ones she'd had, she had loved dearly. She hoped she'd be able to get in touch with them again when all was said and done, but for now, she would concentrate on the new. She nodded at his response - as expected, the name of his city wasn't familiar.
"Thank you, I've always liked it. I'm from London, but my mother actually got the name from an American book she read as a child, My Girl," she explained.
"It's actually a retched story - the girl has a best friend who dies after getting stung by these bees he's allergic to," she explained, laughing. She'd read the book as a child, and been absolutely mortified. He mentioned that he was there on work, and she tilted her head to the side.
"Really? I'm the night bartender at the club. Nothing like getting paid to sail the seven seas," she agreed, running her hand through her hair as she turned to glance out at the rich, blue upen ocean. As she did so, her shirt slipped up in the back, showing the barest sliver of her own, single tattoo.
"I've never been on a boat before. I expected it to be rather different, but it hardly feels like it's moving," she commented. "Did you do much sailing before, or is this your first time out, as well?"
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Post by Reita Suzuki Akira on Mar 24, 2009 18:42:36 GMT -5
 "Yeah he's a great friend." Myv chuckled. He didn't keep many friends, mainly because he didn't try to make too many. Sometimes Miyavi could be way too focused on his musical career to make friends and it really ate away at him sometimes. "That sounds like a really fun book. I'll have to check it out." He laughed excitedly.
"Oh yes, I'm here for work" He laughed "They've got me shifting right now, usually working in the restaurants." Miyavi shook his head. "I, uh, needed the money to finish college. I figure a year here would provide it right, and it doesn't hurt for a years vacation from school." He smiled lightly. She worked in the bar? Myv smiled
Blonde and black hair in the form a faux hawk, hazel eyes, gazing at the two figures on the deck. A nose band covered his nose from the public eye. A black studded vest was buttoned up, the large collar laying flat, a silver chain hung from his neck, carrying a cross pendant, a black sleevless shirt lay under it. Tight black pants formed to his figure and his large leather boots thunked as he walked onto the deck.
Reita watched from the other side of the deck. Rei watched quietly, if something was chemical between them, he'd not want to interrupt. Rei observed, not feeling a reaction between them, so he forwarded himself. "Miyavi! Where can I be finding..ahhh food?"
Miyavi laughed in amusment "By food you mean?" Myv asked, still laughing. He looked to Vaida "This is my friend, Reita. Reita, this is Vaida." Reita smiled and nodded "Vaida? I said it right, yes? By food Miyavi, Caaaaaake, gosh cake, chocolate cake." Miyavi laughed at his friend and shook his head lightly as Reita's stomach growled. Reita looked pretty pittyful, standing there helplessly hungry. Reita was always eating something though. |
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Post by Vaida Jo Prince on Mar 25, 2009 9:27:07 GMT -5
Vaida nodded.
"Right, at the enormous library they keep on the ship," she agreed, mouth tilting upward slightly at the corners as she teased. She listened as he explained what he was doing on the boat, and nodded.
"I'm sure they'd shift everyone around if they could. I want to open a club a year or two after all is said and done here, so I sort of said 'bar or bust' when I was applying," she explained.
"Time off school is a wonderful thing. I brought things to study on-ship so I can hopefully get out of more time at school once I return," she added.
A breeze blew across the deck, and Vaida reached up to push the bit of hair that had fallen out of her eye, glancing off to the side as another asian man walked up. He had something on his nose, and it so perplexed her that she would've asked about it with just a touch less breeding. Instead, she smiled politely as the introduction was made.
"Yes, VAY-duh," she agreed. "Nice to meet you."
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