Indigo_Nightmare
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- Posted: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 00:51:28 +0000
- ↘↘↘↘↘↘↘ ▬▬▬ { LOCATION } ⇒ Host Club Room
↘↘↘↘↘↘↘ ▬▬▬ { PARTY } ⇒ Currently . . . None
↘↘↘↘↘↘↘ ▬▬▬ { STATUS } ⇒ Getting things ready.
↘↘↘↘↘↘↘ ▬▬▬ { OUTFIT } ⇒ ♥ ♥ ♥ ←{ Click }
▬▬☒▬☒→ Life as a host wasn't very glamorous, but it sure as hell wasn't boring. Y.Y. High was a private academy, and somehow managed to become known for their very interesting host club, of which one special host was the VP of. This host stood at a staggering five foot seven inches, had just short of shoulder length charcoal hair, deepgrey eyes with a distinctive silver trim, and black french tip nails. And that was just his basics. He definetly knew how to improve on that. Wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a black and white plaid shirt, with a coarse surfaced vest, and solid black low-top vans. Rounding out the look was a plain leather belt, and a beaded bracelet in blacks, white, and greys. All of this seemed rather blan, and plain whebn put in words (thus why there is a link), but against his soft, tan, flawless skin it worked. But if you only knew the truth, that he was uncomfortable in such a plain outfit. Yes it was what he stood for, very fashionable; but, just as his name implys he is a very colorful person. Dressing in monocromatic tones just didn't do his style justice.
▬▬☒▬☒→ Moving about the large resturant slash café style club room, the colorfully named Niji grabbed the plain white mugs from the tray he carried and set between two and four on the various tables. Each time he reached up to the tray to grab a cup, a small tink sound rang out in the area around him. Being the only thing in the room making noise, Niji couldn't help but to wonder where the other other hosts were. He already knew that there wouldn't be any guests right now, since the sign outside clearly stated that they were closed, but who knows. Some of the girls were obsessive and didn't mind sitting outside waiting for the club to open, just so they could have first choice of men.
▬▬☒▬☒→ Thinking of the men, Niji blushed slightly as he set the tray of cups down. The blush then quickly faded as he thought about the other hosts that they just got. They recruited new hosts at the beginning of each school break, and trained them through the break to become decent hosts through the rest of the year. Speaking of hosts, Niji loked out from the third floor club room, out onto the grassy field the club occationally used. "I wonder where everyone else is." Shrugging Niji picked up the tray one more time before continueing the task he was set to do; at least until someone new came and could take it over as training.
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