{RP Post #3} 7:45 AM; Black Destiny Studio [Kotaro]
The handle of the door to Black Destiny's studio turned after a light knock wrapped on the face of the finely polished wood. Through it stepped a serious looking man in a business suit, eyes darting quickly about the large room. Dark circles under his eyes indicated that he obviously had trouble sleeping last night for some unknown reason. A soft sigh of relief left him as he saw who he was looking for; the owner of the studio.
Niji sat on a comfortable chair next to the window overlooking the rest of Harajuku, sketch book in hand. Her hand moved a pencil over the paper in quick movements as she sketched possible designs for her new line. Black, wavy bangs fell into the girl's face which she quickly brushed away with her hand. For the moment it seemed as if she was oblivious to all of that around her, but perhaps she was paying more attention than she seemed.
The man's face fell as his gaze was ripped from the person he had come to speak with to the studio around him. About half a dozen mannequins lined the back wall with something of extreme importance missing, the clothes. Rolls of fabric had been placed neatly in the corner, waiting to be used once and scraps of paper were scattered about the tables throughout the studio in disarray. Where's her new line? It was supposed to be finished by today, the man thought, feeling his head beginning to ache a bit in annoyance.
“Souzou-san,” he began with some disappointment while turning to look at the person before him. “Where are all of the outfits you were supposed to have completed? They are due at the fashion show in a couple of hours. The models will be expecting them.” Eyebrows creasing, it was evident that this man, Niji's manager, was going into panic mode again.
“You worry too much.”
“Excuse me?” stammered her manager, a bit taken back by what she had just said to him.
“You heard me, Hiroshi-san.” Niji retorted hotly. Orbs the color of steel shot an angered glance at him, warning him that if he said anymore that she wouldn't be happy. Without another word the designer stood up from her chair, beginning to walk over toward where a stereo system had been placed near the door. A hand reached out, pressing play, and then retracted once Redemption by Gackt started blaring out of the speakers.
“HOW CAN YOU JUST SIT THERE?” Hiroshi shouted over the music, but Niji wasn't listening. Idly she made her way over to a sidekick that had been placed next to what seemed to be the girl's purse. Sidekick in hand, Niji started to type a text to Kotaro, wishing him that he would have good luck on his work that he would have to do later in the day. “SOUZOU-SAN, THIS IS SERIOUS!” Hiroshi bellowed again. “GET TO WORK!”
In that moment the music was cut off, and Hiroshi stood silently with the glaring girl before him. A scowl ran across her lips; he had angered her, and he knew it.
“Get out of my studio.” commanded Niji, a finger pointing to the door. “Now!”
“Wha-?! Why?!”
“Because, dumbass! I don't like being told what to do! Now leave!” she spat viciously, not caring if she was being disrespectful.
“But, you need to finis--” Hiroshi began to say before being cut off by Niji, “I finished the line yesterday!”
Feeling her blood starting to boil, the sixteen-year-old gave her manager a shove out the door, yelling a “GET OUT!” before slamming it in his face so that she could make her way to the fashion show after finishing her latest drawing.
Niji sat on a comfortable chair next to the window overlooking the rest of Harajuku, sketch book in hand. Her hand moved a pencil over the paper in quick movements as she sketched possible designs for her new line. Black, wavy bangs fell into the girl's face which she quickly brushed away with her hand. For the moment it seemed as if she was oblivious to all of that around her, but perhaps she was paying more attention than she seemed.
The man's face fell as his gaze was ripped from the person he had come to speak with to the studio around him. About half a dozen mannequins lined the back wall with something of extreme importance missing, the clothes. Rolls of fabric had been placed neatly in the corner, waiting to be used once and scraps of paper were scattered about the tables throughout the studio in disarray. Where's her new line? It was supposed to be finished by today, the man thought, feeling his head beginning to ache a bit in annoyance.
“Souzou-san,” he began with some disappointment while turning to look at the person before him. “Where are all of the outfits you were supposed to have completed? They are due at the fashion show in a couple of hours. The models will be expecting them.” Eyebrows creasing, it was evident that this man, Niji's manager, was going into panic mode again.
“You worry too much.”
“Excuse me?” stammered her manager, a bit taken back by what she had just said to him.
“You heard me, Hiroshi-san.” Niji retorted hotly. Orbs the color of steel shot an angered glance at him, warning him that if he said anymore that she wouldn't be happy. Without another word the designer stood up from her chair, beginning to walk over toward where a stereo system had been placed near the door. A hand reached out, pressing play, and then retracted once Redemption by Gackt started blaring out of the speakers.
“HOW CAN YOU JUST SIT THERE?” Hiroshi shouted over the music, but Niji wasn't listening. Idly she made her way over to a sidekick that had been placed next to what seemed to be the girl's purse. Sidekick in hand, Niji started to type a text to Kotaro, wishing him that he would have good luck on his work that he would have to do later in the day. “SOUZOU-SAN, THIS IS SERIOUS!” Hiroshi bellowed again. “GET TO WORK!”
In that moment the music was cut off, and Hiroshi stood silently with the glaring girl before him. A scowl ran across her lips; he had angered her, and he knew it.
“Get out of my studio.” commanded Niji, a finger pointing to the door. “Now!”
“Wha-?! Why?!”
“Because, dumbass! I don't like being told what to do! Now leave!” she spat viciously, not caring if she was being disrespectful.
“But, you need to finis--” Hiroshi began to say before being cut off by Niji, “I finished the line yesterday!”
Feeling her blood starting to boil, the sixteen-year-old gave her manager a shove out the door, yelling a “GET OUT!” before slamming it in his face so that she could make her way to the fashion show after finishing her latest drawing.