There were times of solitude which made the brunette quite busy, but then there are times that she needed some space. She knew that by the name herself, and by remembering what her parents would tell towards her: act stronger than a guy. Sometimes she misunderstands this that is why she would cry secretly, and got so used to being a guy, deciding that she’d be both a beautiful girl and a gorgeous male – a trap effective with the binders and the props. She knows that Ezio, Ryuu, Sling and Amakusa didn’t like this much since she is hurting herself, but she was so used to it she doesn’t give a care to it. She even gave herself a crossdressing name, which goes by Gandere Garena, a spin – off of her main personality and her real name. She was proud of it, clueless that most of her friends feel sorry about it, though it was partially cool.
Early morning, she ate a proper breakfast. The weekend is very good for her to be precise, since she wasn’t getting any depression and all. She got some notes quietly, also answering all her assignments nice and firm, without flaw which was kind of surprising. Usually she would cram with all the remaining time but this instant she decided to change. She looks around her household to see four rooms to be exact. Oh, she’s the only female living on their villa, the other three being guys of the extended family. She thought once if Yuuki, one of her schoolmates who knows of her as a guy, would be visiting, seeing that she’s only the woman (troubled one since she’s always teased by the three eventually) and finding it too weird. She chuckles to that knowing that it would shock the male if ever he discovers her real gender.
Gannobei dressed pretty well. Her clothes weren’t much of girlish or Lolita feminine but of punk rave and part inspired by boyish clothes which perfectly fits her. She left leaving a note inside their house, about being at the studio which was near the forest and the town square itself, also knowing that she was being effective. This time, she prays that her silly studio recorder wouldn’t do anything funny such as dressing her up as a girlish princess like before, and without the sticky things on her face. It is embarrassing for her already, thus she stopped and even stepped out without leaving a smile but sheer disappointed.
She walked preferring not to waste the gasoline of Ezio’s car, or even her car, or Ryuu’s. She keeps a regular exercise with that, her hobby of being slim and physically fit so effective. She continues to walk happily, her long hair tied and flowing along with the wind as it passes brushing on her shoulders, her redness and fiery appearance so obvious if she was stuck in the middle of the crowd. She didn’t mind that, as long as she wasn’t called bloody marry or anything stupid which would make her rage just like before.
At last she sees the studio open, only to see the time. She was five minutes late. “Oh shoot!”
[/b] She mumbled rushing with such reflex, since her Kendo teacher taught her well and was very strict. She jumped stepping with her majorette – looking boots excusing herself very fast, blinking and bowing in a Japanese manner, knowing that she would receive some scolds.
“You are five minutes late again, Ganni. Now let’s get to work.”
That’s what she heard. The sermon would be done later for sure. The red head nodded, going inside the transparent room with a glass cover, her even seen outside the area. She placed her earphones quietly before exercising her breathing, and looked at the cue. Suddenly, the piano played in such melody, which surprised her a little. I though I would be singing rock! She eyed at the manager who pasted the lyrics properly, but couldn’t deny the order. She nodded, being part obedient, not wanting to lose the job despite her stubborn action. When the introduction was done, she started to sing quietly while closing her eyes, the record running, her voice even heard at the outside area of the studio. It was like a live performance also, since the room was transparent.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
WORDS: 721 TAG/S: open NOTES: she’s singing a sentimental song <3 finally~ MUSIC:Only Hope - Mandy Moore TEMPLATE MADE BY Gannello
[classy=txtbx2] Today was definitely a good day to get some photographs. The ample sunlight gave Angel's hair an almost golden glow, and there were only hints of cloud drifting about the sky -- not enough to block his lighting source. The slight breeze was like the cherry on top; it wasn't enough to make leaves, flowers, and other potential photographic subjects to move too much, but it made Namimori pleasantly comfortable to walk around.
Although he wasn't particularly fond of waking up early on the weekends (it made every fiber in his body seem to instantly tire in protest), he wanted to see how the shadows were cast before noon, rather than after. Despite this, it took a good half hour for him to find the willpower to climb out of his bed which, to most people, looked more like a nest of pillows and blankets haphazardly thrown into a pile atop his mattress.
But eventually he did get up, get dressed, tie his hair back, and went downstairs to make some tea. He wore a white, wide neck shirt which would have threatened to fall over his shoulders if the opening around his neck had been an inch or two wider. The sleeves were long, and covered both his hands up to the knuckles, letting his fingers dangle out freely. His jeans and scarf were both dark, but didn't quite match the black eye patch he never went anywhere without. The tea, if anyone was interested, was supposed to be some sort of blueberry and pomegranate mix, but Angel put so much honey in it he could hardly taste the intended flavor. That was how he always made it; he liked the sweetness.
After grabbing his camera (a Cannon Rebel) and calling some quick goodbyes to his parents, he was out the door and snapping pictures of the town. Angel had a knack for seeing beauty in just about everything. All he had to do was look at it the right way, crop the right amount, focus on the right details... everything a photographer would generally do when taking a picture. Nothing was ignored in this visual documentary of life: buildings, people, plants, insects, vehicles, garbage, food, statues, and even particles in the air itself were all beautifully accounted for.
The one downfall to photography is that sound couldn't be captured.
Angel came across a recording studio and a melodic tune which flowed from within its walls. That reminded him... he forgot his iPod. Ah, well, he'd live. Actually, maybe his absentmindedness had been a gift in disguise. Without the headphones over his ears, he could hear the singer's voice. It was gorgeous. After wandering over to the transparent wall revealing the red-headed girl within, a slight smile formed on Angel's lips. He would have thought she was more of a rock star type, but hey, he of all people knew that looks could be deceiving. When she was done, he took a moment to clap. After all, if she was just recording, she probably didn't get much recognition. [/classy]
She thought that the record studio is punishing her again for being late since she was... for some times. Truth is she'd be doing a lot of things, considering in her villa, that she's the only girl living with nine males. It's funny thinking that they look like a reverse – harem family, but she doesn't care much about that since she was used to it, and somehow she had her own lovelife. Anyhow, about the song of hope, she didn't really expect this. Because she doesn't want more trouble anymore, or punishments to be added, she continued singing it while reading the lyrics.
Somehow she loved the compose. It feels so nostalgic, and she appreciated it on behalf even though it was sentimental. She was kind of pissed at first grumbling, but when she looked at the content, she has to agree with it. She even tucks her headphones much to her ears so she can feel the rhythm of the slow beat, as if the wind is passing through her ears. Her manager and the rest of the staff there could see that she is loving it, thus leaving her to concentrate moreover while knowing that they'll get some good kicking of her boots again later. Gannobei was not only teased moreover on her villa by the guys, but also on the studio itself. There was one time she was forced to wear girlish clothes and a gown for her now album, but scurried off because of hate. Why she didn't like those things was all the parents' fault to blame.
She opens her bloody looking eyes while still eying at the lyrics. All she can see much is hope and prayer, which somehow is hitting her on to something. But then as the song nears to the end, she gave herself a bit of air to reach a bit higher note, careful of not irritating anyone specifically that it is rolling. Another shot of it wouldn't be nice, since she needs to rest. Otherwise the mad cousin would probably be walking and complaining on her studio again. Ah... right. She just realized that the bastard guys are also singers and cosplayers just like her.
Moving her hands up while tilting her head, her hair following the movement, strands passing by her shoulders and some on her fingers due to the long length, her highness pressed the muffs and removed it from her ear. She placed the headphones nicely while looking at the other side, now seeing some observer. She blinked her eyes seeing him, or her clap before it, a small faint blush made on her face. She couldn't just ignore that but gave a gentle smile, somehow forgetting her anger a bit. With that, she moves away from her place, moving to the door and looked at the staff.
Oh yeah, they were so ready for her kicking. Good thing the white haired lady or lad caught her attention. With this, she spoke nicely. She's such a 'yandere'. “I'll have to talk to you later. You're saved right now.”
[/b] Her smile for them released quite a bad and horrific aura, knowing that later meant something harder which was not better. She walked her way out again just to see that person.
“Hey, thank you.”[/b] She said in a very nice manner, acting like a lady (which ironically she hates) not even conscious of it. Though she was thankful, something else caught her attention secretly, and good thing she didn't flail much on that. This person... has long hair.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
WORDS: 609 TAG/S: angel, open NOTES: oh dear, Ganni's hair fetish 8U MUSIC:Only Hope - Mandy Moore TEMPLATE MADE BY Gannello
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