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 Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:52 pm
Apartment #03 Being a rather well off family Naomi's parent plus her own on the side work. She can afford a large apartment, close to what they'd call a condo in the US. For the most part some of the space isn't exactly properly utilized. But there were three or four major rooms which were. Her little make shift music studio, although her parents said they didn't support her choice of pursuing a singers and idols life they did do an awful lot to help her out when the pay wasn't exactly flowing for her. Main room number two was her little art room, which held her laptop and drawing equipment, the shelves in the room were lined with various labeled books of her attempted drawing, practice sketches and the stuff she could actually get away with selling to people on the internet, along with books that were full of drawings that her 'fans' commissioned her to do. Then there was her bed room which was well just a bed room, but it did have a few fun trinkets she had gotten over the years. And of course there was a the main living room that had her TV and sofa, stuff like that. Beside that there was the oblivious kitchen, bathroom and closets. It was home at least, no matter how long she had been gone or how often she was there.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 9:24 pm
 Naomi Fujiyoshi
The Inspired Idol "Home sweet home!" she called out as she turned the key pushing open the door to her apartment. Everything seemed in place, it was almost scary. It was almost like time had just stood still in her apartment as she was gone. Then again, it pretty much did no one had been in or out since Faust and Kusuri had stop by to get her stuff. "You can just drop it off in the living room area." She said has she kicked her shoes off. "Is there anything I can get you Regan-san~? Just as a thank you for helping me out?" she actually held back saying like in one of those sentences, yes self control. She looked around the kitchen letting out an exasperated sigh, "I don't know what I have. Seeing I haven't been her in so long and most of my stuff is probably bad by now." But there were some sweets like cookies that were still good as she looked over the box. Hm well that looked decent. She pulled a plate out rinsing it off and giving it a quick dry before spreading the cookies on it. "Here, I got these if you want some and make yourself at home." she called to Regan a smile gracing her face, home was nice she could start recording her covers again and hopefully things would be nice.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 10:09 pm
Regan Hiryuu Martial Artist
"Aah... this is your home, huh?" A large apartment, it looks like. Yes, that must be it. She looks around as she enters but her attention is caught as Naomi directs her on where to put the bags down. "Ah, yes, of course." She sets them down next to the sofa, before turning to Naomi. "Hmm? Oh, no, it's no trouble. I don't mind, you don't have to- mm." She blinks at the cookies. How long have they been here...? They weren't homemade, though, which means... mm, bought cookies usually have a decent shelf-life. "Ahh... thank you." She studies them for a moment before picking one from the plate and taking a bite from it. Yes, it seems alight. "Are you an artist?" Regan peeks through one of the doorways, into the little art studio that Naomi has set up in the next room. Interesting...
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 8:42 am
Naomi Fujiyoshi
The Inspired Idol
"I'm sorry you had to see my place in such a mess." she spoke up as she pulled a small crate of cleaning supplies from one of the lower cabinets. She looked in the fridge quickly closing it her face showing the displeasure of sever weeks of old food that had gone bad and then some. "I'm going to have to do a lot of shopping tomorrow." She said as she started wiping there area down. "If you want, you can join me if you've got nothing else to do or if you're bored." She said before she heard Regan's question. Artist, yeah she did that as a hobby and she forced herself to get good at it as a source of potential income. "Yeah, I guess I'm an artist and stuff." She said looking down into her micro-studio. "I'm trying to focus more on my singing then my art, but... iI have a lot of books in there with my little doodles and stuff in them so you can look if you want." she unlocked on of her doors to another room, it was her music studio, she liked to keep it locked because it had a fair amount of valuables in its and it was her favorite room. She let out a long squeal as she looked at all the stuff, she couldn't help but run up to the keyboard and press a few of the keys the short noises seeming almost relaxing to her before she turned it off again.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 1:00 pm
Regan HiryuuMartial Artist
"It's alright, Fujiyoshi-san." Regan shakes her head, smiling softly as she watches the girl go about inspecting her home after what would seem like a long time. How long has she been away from here, exactly...? Hmn. "Hah?" Her attention is caught as the young woman extends an offer, the martial artist shaking her head in response. "Aah, no, I'd hate to impose or anything... don't feel like you have to invite me." Though... she supposes it might be boring to go by oneself. It's more fun with more people, after all. "You sing?" Regan watches as Naomi skitters into her little music studio, poking her head in herself to take a look around. She's got some nice equipment in here... not that she's an expert on this stuff, herself, but...
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:05 pm
Naomi Fujiyoshi
The Inspired Idol Naomi let out a sigh as she continued to clean up her appartment. Naomi could sort of tell that Regan was curious how long Naomi had been out of her place, "Like, almost two months if you're wondering, that's about how long I was gone." She really wasn't going to go into detail on why she was going for so long, and really would Regan believe her if she said that she had gotten impaled and was laying low from sector if the JSDF? Probably not it was pretty far-fetched and she really didn't even fully believe that is what happened, but it was and there was no way to change it now. She just had to play with the cards she was dealt and make the best of it, at least she could still sing, losing that would probably be the worst thing that could happen, as sort of shallow as it may seem.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 6:07 pm
Regan HiryuuMartial Artist
"I see..." Curious. Why would she be gone for so long...? Well, it's none of her business, anyway. No need to be nosy. "I... guess I could go shopping, if you wanted the company." Regan's looking at something or other that's just kinda laying around before she puts it back, standing in the doorway to the music studio portion of the apartment. She leans against the door frame, watching the girl as she cleans and such. Not much to say, is there...?
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 10:19 pm
Naomi Fujiyoshi
The Inspired Idol "You don't have to join me, I mean I bet I could have Faust and or Kusuri help me, I mean they were the ones I was staying with so I doubt either of them would really mind too much." Naomi said smiling to Regan, really Naomi was pretty sure Faust would be willing to help her. After all he always seemed to be there for her, even when she was trying to attack him he didn't give up on her. And he was also the reason she was even alive. Thinking about it, she owed a lot to Faust. She never noticed it really, how much she took the green haired junior's company for granted. Pretty much when ever she was in trouble or feeling down either he was there or even Kusuri was there for her. Had she ever really thanked them for it? Naomi had to pause to and think hard if she had. Honestly she wasn't sure if she had, even when Faust had brought her back from the brink of death, she didn't thank him, she told him that she wanted to die. Was she really acting like that, trying to turn down the chance for a new life. A brand new start? She couldn't believe herself taking the people most important to her, like... items...
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 11:53 pm
Regan HiryuuMartial Artist
Regan turns to watch Naomi as she seems to... drift off into her thoughts. She seems to be regretting something, she can see it on her face. The young martial artist was in the middle of inspecting the scabbard, hilt, and hand guard she'd just purchased, but she sets those aside and approaches Naomi, laying a hand on her shoulder. "Hey." She looks at the young woman, remembering the darkness and regret she had been facing earlier, the very same day. "We all have our regrets. I can't claim to know what yours are, but we all make mistakes. It is to be human. We all have a darkness we must control, but also accept. What's important is to learn from our mistakes and regrets, and to never repeat them again." She smiles softly at the young singer in front of her, patting her shoulder once again, softly, before letting her hand fall away. "So, how about it? I'll go shoppin' with you."
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 3:03 pm
Naomi Fujiyoshi
The Inspired Idol Naomi nodded as she listened to Regan's words. They were something the idol had heard before, but she couldn't help but take Regan's words to heart. "Yeah, you're right Regan-san."She went to check the time letting out a sigh. "You're more right then I'd like to admit from my personal experiences" it was getting pretty late, might be time to get for the two to go their ways. "Thanks Regan-san, but I think tomorrow i need to talk to someone right away, but we can still do stuff later if you'd like. I should be here." She let a bright smile grace her face. "Regan-san, it's getting sort of really late, maybe you should head home soon." She said looking at the clock once more it was near midnight so to be safe would be smart. Quote: Naomi's starting to feel closer to Regan even if today was the day she met her really. Regan can start a Social link with Naomi.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 3:25 pm
Regan HiryuuMartial Artist
"Yeah, I'll see ya around, Naomi-san." Regan waves to the girl as she heads to the door. "It's getting kinda late, so I'll probably just head home. Oh, aah... here's... myyyy... number." She grabs a sticky note or other piece of paper and jot her cellphone number down on it before laying it on a table nearby. "So you can get in touch with me when you want to meet up tomorrow, y'know. Catch ya later." With that, she grabs her sword and the new scabbard and heads home.Quote: Regan feels as though she's grown quickly close with this young woman. How interesting... Naomi can start a Social Link with Regan.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 6:26 pm
Naomi Fujiyoshi
The Inspired Idol Yeah! Morning! Naomi more or less dashed out of bed and washed up moving along at her normal million miles a second pace. 'Time to set things right or something' She started getting dressed before she looked around the house again. It's still so messy, and so much stuff from Faust and Kusuri's place needs to find its home again. With another glance she looked over to the kitchen glaring at the fridge. "Okay! I'm going to clean you out now!" she said rolling up her short sleeves to being on her shoulders as she pulled her trash bin over to the fridge followed by her knuckles cracking. This was Serious business! She started coughing lightly as she opened the fridge. It didn't look like there was much in the world of salvageable, it didn't seem that way... So a serious situation like this should be handled with care. ... Yeah care... Naomi in one swift actual pushed thing expired and bad contents of the fridge into the trash bin quickly pulling the bag out of the bin tieing it off and hefting it over her shoulder. With her othe hand she pulled out her phone quickly punching in a text. Naomi-chan Fausty fausty, do you think you could like, come to my place real soon if it is all possible and stuff. Gah this garbage is heavy! ;c; Cya bye. Love Naomi or something like that! Quote: Also Naomi accepted Regan under the Tower arcana Yeah! that sounds good.
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 8:56 am
  Kusuri Keiraku, And Faustus NecromoniumA small knocking could be heard at Naomi's apartment, as the two awaited for her to awnser her door. Or, for her to see them from wherever she was. They moved in a timely manner, so it was doubtful they missed her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:24 am
 Naomi Fujiyoshi
The Inspired Idol Gah! The door! I'm not finished cleaning the whole place, its still so gross and messy. Naomi let out a small whine as she looked around the place. She totally could of had it cleaned up by now. Then again this place was pretty big. "Coming...!" She called looking at herself in the mirror. Good looking like normal! Yeah self respect border on narcissism. Is that good or bad? Ehh whatever not too important. Naomi opened the door, the pair could have let themselves in if the wanted, the door was unlocked from her making several trash runs. "Kusuri-san and. F...f...Fau..." Naomi face started to turn red quicker by the second. H-he cut his hair... It... looks so n-nice. "Gah! Welcome to my Home Kusuri-san and Faust-san!" so obviously she wasn't completely over her love for Faust, but this didn't exactly help her much. He went from the cute long haired gender neutral person she knew now to looking much more handsome with his short hair. She didn't know how to respond to it. Especially in Kusuri's shadow.
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:46 am
Kusuri Keiraku, And Faustus NecromoniumKusuri looked around as Naomi opened the door, noticing how she was cleaning it up. Well, she had been living with them for a while...
"Need a hand?" She offered lightly, having more than enough physical strength to lift anything heavy Naomi could need moved. If she was moving back in, she would need all the help she could get."Thank you for inviting us, Naomi." Faust called politely, and moved about the apartment, glad she would have enough for her own place. Of course, looking at the backs of his hair would show it was rather uneven, and as such, the apt mind might notice the imperfections, and want to fix them. But, he was too busy taking in the scenery to notice his own shortcoming. "I wouldn't mind helping too if you want, Naomi." he called lightly to her. "Just tell me what to do~"
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