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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 9:33 pm

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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:07 am
Intro ♥ Navigation ♥ Namara Shinju ♥ Family ♥ Artwork ♥ Acquaintences ♥ Personal Belongings ♥ Notes ♥ Lyrics ♥ Credits ♥ Journal
 Post 1 - Intro Post 2 - NavigationPost 3 - Namara Shinju Post 4 - Family Post 5 - Artwork Post 6 - Acquaintences Post 7 - Personal Belongings Post 8 - Notes Post 9 - Lyrics Post 10 - Credits Post 11 - Journal Starts
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:17 am
Intro ♥ Navigation ♥ Namara Shinju ♥ Family ♥ Artwork ♥ Acquaintences ♥ Personal Belongings ♥ Notes ♥ Lyrics ♥ Credits ♥ Journal
 Name: Namara Shinju [pronounced shin-jew na-ma-ra in English] [Name meaning 'pearl' in Japanese] Age: 20 Gender: Female Stage: Shirabyoshi Height: 5' 3" Birthdate: December 30th Romantic Interest: "No one interests me right now." Personality: Shinju is a caring young woman, but she has her moments when she can be a hot head. She loves her job as Shirabyoshi and doesn’t like to be interrupted when she’s practicing. Although she can be a bit snippy, she does have a very caring and kind side. History: Shinju grew up dreaming of becoming a Shirabyoshi. Her father died when she was a young girl, and after his death, her mother started to become more and more distant from her daughter. Shinju grew up taking care of herself for the most part, but her mother would work often in a cafe to help support them both. As Shinju got older, she started to watch those that were Shirabyoshi. They would pass on the streets in the unusal garb that they wore, men's clothing, and she would watch their movements and how men would stare at them as they walked by. When Shinju was a young teenager, she went to the palace to start her training in becoming a Shirabyoshi. She did have to go through being a maid at first, but there wasn't much of a difference from her home life. She still had to clean floors, garments, dishes, and do every other chore that was assigned to her. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't lose hope on her becoming a fulfledged Shirabyoshi. As time passed, she went through the training and schooling that it takes to be a Shirabyoshi. She was ahead of the other girls in her class, which she took pride upon. And when the schooling was over, her dream came true. She is now a Shirabyoshi living in the palace. She enjoys her work and continues to strive to do better. Likes: Chocolate, flute Dislikes: Noisy, obnoxious men Fears: Losing her position as a Shirabyoshi in the palace she is currently living in. RP Color: Light coralRP Tag: [x]
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:20 am
Intro ♥ Navigation ♥ Namara Shinju ♥ Family ♥ Artwork ♥ Acquaintences ♥ Personal Belongings ♥ Notes ♥ Lyrics ♥ Credits ♥ Journal
 As of this current state, my family are my fellow Shirabyoshi and those that I live with within the palace walls. My father had passed when I was very young, and mother has lost contact with me over the years after I was sent to live here. ♥ A photo of my mother, Kyoko.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:23 am
Intro ♥ Navigation ♥ Namara Shinju ♥ Family ♥ Artwork ♥ Acquaintences ♥ Personal Belongings ♥ Notes ♥ Lyrics ♥ Credits ♥ Journal
 ♥ A wonderful artist drew this portrait for me. [Artist: mifii :: Colorist: Mystaira]
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:27 am
Intro ♥ Navigation ♥ Namara Shinju ♥ Family ♥ Artwork ♥ Acquaintences ♥ Personal Belongings ♥ Notes ♥ Lyrics ♥ Credits ♥ Journal
 ♥ Emperor Reizei - I met him when I was sitting in the garden, trying to forget the memories of my past. I performed a song for him on my flute, which he enjoyed. ♥ Atsuko-chan - She's the adoptive sister of the emperor. She seems to by shy around those she's never met, and her ambition is to one day become a Shirabyoshi.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:28 am
Intro ♥ Navigation ♥ Namara Shinju ♥ Family ♥ Artwork ♥ Acquaintences ♥ Personal Belongings ♥ Notes ♥ Lyrics ♥ Credits ♥ Journal
 Coming soon...
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:31 am
Intro ♥ Navigation ♥ Namara Shinju ♥ Family ♥ Artwork ♥ Acquaintences ♥ Personal Belongings ♥ Notes ♥ Lyrics ♥ Credits ♥ Journal
 -"Don't lose your head over the simple things, Shinju."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:33 am
Intro ♥ Navigation ♥ Namara Shinju ♥ Family ♥ Artwork ♥ Acquaintences ♥ Personal Belongings ♥ Notes ♥ Lyrics ♥ Credits ♥ Journal


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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:40 am
Intro ♥ Navigation ♥ Namara Shinju ♥ Family ♥ Artwork ♥ Acquaintences ♥ Personal Belongings ♥ Notes ♥ Lyrics ♥ Credits ♥ Journal
 ♥ Shop concept belongs to Kurama no Koishi ♥ Shinju belongs to Nessie Black [yay] ♥ Shinju's official lines are by Mifii ♥ Shinju's coloring is by Mystaira ♥ Journal layout stolen from Kurama no Koishi [for the most part] ♥ Namida Ga Tomaranai Houkago (c) Morning Musume
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 8:08 pm
Intro ♥ Navigation ♥ Namara Shinju ♥ Family ♥ Artwork ♥ Acquaintences ♥ Personal Belongings ♥ Notes ♥ Lyrics ♥ Credits ♥ Journal
 As I perform for the crowd I focus on my instrument. It is my turn tonight to play with the others talk amongst themselves and with each other. I wish they would listen though, because there is one certain small group of men that I see in the performance halls that are too loud for me to concentrate. I don’t particularly like to listen to them since they mainly talk about women and how they’ve “reached their goal” with them. It disgusts me in a way. We women are not just tools for men to use when they please, we are people who enjoy living our lives the way we like. I enjoy my work as Shirabyoshi, as a performer and artist. I don’t want to come here just to give men their pleasure of a woman’s body.
As I continue to pluck the strings of my instruments then men become louder and I miss a note. I pause for a second and then continue where I left off. They don’t notice, but I can feel my blood boiling under my skin with my distaste for them. The men aren’t that attractive, either. They’re balding, so they must be in their mid-forties. My instrument’s notes flow into the air so I try to focus on that, but the men laugh and joke with each other.
There is nothing I can say for I am just a woman and a Shirabyoshi. I pluck my instrument louder with the last few notes and the noisy group of men became quieter. I smile to myself in satisfaction as I place my instrument down and bow my thanks to the men that were listening. They clapped for me as I got up and move next to the man I had accompanied tonight, Minoru-san. “That was beautiful, Shinju-san. Very nice job,” he said with his husky, deep voice.
I smiled to him and bowed my head. “It was a pleasure, Minoru-san.” I glanced to the men that were still being noisy and narrowed my eyes. No thanks from them like usual. I shook my head and disregarded them once more. It was only another night, another night of my living. I smiled to Minoru-san, who was the highlight of my night.[[This was my prompt entry for winning Shinju.]]
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 6:32 pm

Dear Journal,
The thoughts of my past continue to cloud my mind. I don't really like it, but it's hard not to think of the past once you start. I remember those warriors that attacked our village and killed my father... I remember all those times my mother was so distraught that she'd hide away in her room for half the day, and I had to take care of myself... The memories of the past are never fun to remember, but the one memory that I do love is that day that I came to be a Shirabyoshi. It's a great honor that I'll always respect and give my all for.
And today I met the Emperor Reizei. My, what a kind man. I was in the gardens, trying to get away from all the memories and painful thoughts. The birds were chirping happily in the trees, the flowers blooming beautifully on the ground, and I couldn't help but feel happy there. Then the Emperor appeared before me... the sight of him alone took my breath away for some reason... but I know not to get my head full of silly ideas about myself and the Emperor. He has plenty of women for his own desires, and I am merely a Shirabyoshi, his entertainer.
Anyway, I played the flute for him. It was a song I had learned for an upcoming show later on in the month. I had been practising so much on it, that my efforts payed off in playing it. But as I had continued to play, I couldn't help but go off into a lullaby my parents used to sing to me when I was very, very little. I couldn't believe I remembered how it went and how my fingers just seemed to know where to go and for how long. I was mystified and happy to have such a wonderful occurance happen.
The Emeperor enjoyed it as well, which I am thankful for. Then his little adoptive sister, Atsuko, showed up. She's adorable, though I am jealous, since I never had a sibling growing up. But, she seemed very timid around me, which was okay. I didn't mind in the least. The Emperor is very kind to her, as well.
Shinju
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