If I'm not beautiful, at least I'm cute!

-Enoshima Junko/Ryouko Otonashi -Indie RP blog - Stripper AU

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me poledancing for my man

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Is this AU dead?

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returning to my roots; || open starter

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It took a moment to realize she was the one being addressed to. She hadn’t thought she’d be exposed already, thought that she could just spectate and sneak away. But it did not seem the case. She was a fashion model, disguised as an amateur bartender who was enthusiastic, not a super spy.

She had initially followed the bouncer, who she had not much contact with, as she had saw her walk away somewhere, and realized that she could follow her. So she did it, curious on what kind of secret would be revealed to her. She had expected nothing grandiose, just something minor. She hadn’t expected to be an audience to sword art, spectating the dance of the blades.

Though it was certainly a sight and she had enjoyed it a while, she took notice of how… excited. Happy she was while she was wielding the blade. It seemed like a practice session, and it certainly was not a novice move. She was skilled with this. And extremely good at it. So Ryouko deduced that she had… somewhat of a history with a blade. A dojo owner? Yakuza? Who knew?

But now… being addressed like this…. She stepped out from her hiding place, from behind the row of lockers.

"Ah, hello! I couldn’t help but notice that you were going somewhere. You are a bouncer at Temptations, the club, right? I’m Ryouko Otonashi. A bartender there! I first wanted to say hi, but ended up tailing you and saw your practice session. It was rather impressive! Did you learn it from somewhere?"

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        — "Mm." Peko nodded, adjusting her glasses. She had most definitely seen the girl working before, especially on her shifts in which she was to watch over the bartenders of the club to make sure they weren’t being harassed by drunken patrons of the club. "Aye, I’ve seen you before. A pleasure to finally speak to you away from work, Otonashi."         The kendoka placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, which was still strapped to her back. No, she did not intend on hurting the other (why, in God’s name, would she even do something like that) and, in actuality, it was just a bit of a safety touch, for her own being.          “You’re asking about my skill?” Peko’s voice seemed to drop down into a quiet register, scarlet eyes analyzing the room around her, as if to make herself look like she wasn’t trying to avoid the subject. “Most claim that it is my natural talent, a gift from the heavens. While holding the blade and being able to sense the power that I can use with it… the styles I have acquired, the attacks and blocks, dodges and whatnot that I performed just now…?”         Her hand fell to her side again, a soft smile coming to her lips.         “Why, I was taught by honorable masters.”

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"Same here... Pekoyama-san, correct?" She was sure that was the name of the bouncer here. It was quite hard to miss, and Ryouko made sure that she knew of information beforehand. It made it easier to analyze things, observe and label deductions before and during an interaction. "Pleased to be your acquaintance!"

"And oh, yes. Your skills. You do certainly seem talented!" She listened to the explanation given to her from Pekoyama. She seemed rather proud of what she was capable of doing.

"From honorable masters? Like from dojos?" She said with much excitement and enthusiasm. "You sound like a hero from a movie! But if you are really that talented, then why are you a bouncer at a strip club? Not that there's anything wrong with that. But I honestly think, with your talent, somewhere else would be better than the club."

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adept: n. master or highly skilled

— Damn, it felt good to hold a blade once more.         It was like a dance, the way she moved. Left, left, right, right, left, swing, up, and jump… then down. Sweat dripped down a pale cheek, a chest rising and falling. Excitement and energy caused ruby lips to twitch up into a smile. Scarlet eyes watched the sandbag in front of her, panting and regaining her breath as she watched the contents spill into the gym floor. And there she stood; a master of her craft, a mistress of the blade. Truly, a goddess of conquest, and yet… her blade was only used for protection. She wouldn’t dare take another’s life in her name or the name of her charge.         Not anymore.         Silver hair was tucked back into one braid instead of her trademark two, her glasses replaced with the contacts she wore in training situations like this. Her breasts were bound by the sports bra she wore, revealing her toned arms and stomach, trophies from years of hard training with her weapons. Silver sweatpants covered her bottom half, all the way down to her feet, which where bare (sans for some wrapping tape).         Peko sheathed her blade, taking a seat on the ground. Few grains of sand had wandered over to where she was sitting, finding solace in pressing against her ankles. It was rare that the adept swordswoman got to do this — she was either sleeping due to her nocturnal sleep-schedule, or she was at work — but whenever she did get to come to this training area, where she could be alone with her craft… Peko decided it was worth the wait.         A small smile graced the swordswoman’s lips once more, looking up at the roof. She rose to her feet after a moment of recovery, looking around. Perhaps this was enough training for today. She turned to the locker rooms, in which she had left her gym bag — which had important things like her glasses and change of clothes — beginning to make her way there.         On the journey there, though, is when the bouncer found herself feeling… strangely uncomfortable. She stopped in her tracks, looking around for a moment before pausing. Off in the distance, she saw a figure in her peripherals, yet she could not make out the specifics of who it was, per se.         “If you wish to speak to me,” she called out to the person watching her, “then you may do so. I don’t appreciate being stared at.”

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It took a moment to realize she was the one being addressed to. She hadn't thought she'd be exposed already, thought that she could just spectate and sneak away. But it did not seem the case. She was a fashion model, disguised as an amateur bartender who was enthusiastic, not a super spy.

She had initially followed the bouncer, who she had not much contact with, as she had saw her walk away somewhere, and realized that she could follow her. So she did it, curious on what kind of secret would be revealed to her. She had expected nothing grandiose, just something minor. She hadn't expected to be an audience to sword art, spectating the dance of the blades.

Though it was certainly a sight and she had enjoyed it a while, she took notice of how... excited. Happy she was while she was wielding the blade. It seemed like a practice session, and it certainly was not a novice move. She was skilled with this. And extremely good at it. So Ryouko deduced that she had... somewhat of a history with a blade. A dojo owner? Yakuza? Who knew?

But now... being addressed like this.... She stepped out from her hiding place, from behind the row of lockers.

"Ah, hello! I couldn't help but notice that you were going somewhere. You are a bouncer at Temptations, the club, right? I'm Ryouko Otonashi. A bartender there! I first wanted to say hi, but ended up tailing you and saw your practice session. It was rather impressive! Did you learn it from somewhere?"

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this blog seems almost dead rp wise, but im going to change that, and hopefully get to rping again!

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Ryouko Otonashi's Advice Book

If you want to kill your sibling, it's probably not normal.

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Hmn…I sense something is wrong with one of our staff…Too bad I have no idea who it is…

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.... Hi?

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Ryouko Otonashi's Advice Book

If you feel attraction to a close family member that you love because he or she is nice to you, it's probably normal!

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I have 3 rp blogs. I have temptation to make a 4th one featuring Bioshock AU.

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Acknowledging the large amount of hospitality that Komaru had given her, Enoshima nodded at Komaru. She was enjoying the attention she was getting, and the enthusiasm that Komaru was barely holding in. Perhaps this was a good idea. Maybe she should make more trips like this.

But after a few moments, sipping the margarita, sitting alone and waiting for the performance to truly begin, she waved at Komaru again, gesturing her to come closer.

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By now, she’d been at her turntable, standing and watching the performance as she occasionally adjusted sound settings, occasionally glancing back at the model’s table at the VIP booth not far from here, to ensure she was enjoying herself. For a moment, she double took, however, as she perceived the woman waving in her general direction. She stared at her for a few moments curiously, pointing at herself, mouthing, "me?"

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Enoshima rolled her eyes as she hid a smile on her face. "Yes you." She mouthed back at Komaru, waving at her again and gesturing her to come closer. "I won't bite." She mouthed to her amusingly, to lessen her tension.

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((I guess my blog just isn't very noticeable))

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"I'm back from the movie! What did I miss?"

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((So I noticed I don't rp with you folks as often as the others even though I really want to and have the time and means to reply.))

((Is there a reason for this or are you just all busy, shy, or w/e?))

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Seeing her this excited did make her feel a little giddy and happy about satisfying Komaru. It seemed that she didn’t even suspect that she worked with her. But who would? After all, who would question the identity of a celebrity? Not many, certainly. 

"Ah, Komaru-chan, eh? Leading me to the VIP booth right away like this… And judging by your reaction, I have quite the admirer, correct?

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It was painfully obvious to any observer that Naegi Komaru didn’t know the first damn thing about being a waitress, or what the club’s rules on VIP seating were. But at the moment the place was still short on personnel, and there was no one to contest the seat for any reason. But here she was, trying, and maybe trying too hard.

♫ A-ah, that’s right, Enoshima-san. You’re well loved around here, so obviously you’ll be treated as a VIP. Let me or any of the wait staff know if you need something! I’ll go grab someone to help you out right now.

Komaru bowed at the gyaru deeply before fetching one of their pretty waitresses to help her out, though she didn’t stray too far from Enoshima’s seat.

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Acknowledging the large amount of hospitality that Komaru had given her, Enoshima nodded at Komaru. She was enjoying the attention she was getting, and the enthusiasm that Komaru was barely holding in. Perhaps this was a good idea. Maybe she should make more trips like this.

But after a few moments, sipping the margarita, sitting alone and waiting for the performance to truly begin, she waved at Komaru again, gesturing her to come closer.

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Another cycle of self-doubt then realization. Quite a redundant situation she was facing nowadays. The surprise on her face, the shock that she had forgotten to breath for a second there, gazing at her with her admiration: She could see it all from Komaru, and it had dawned to her once again that she was the gyaru who was in front of almost every fashion magazine.

Ignoring the spark of pride, she replied to Komaru.

"Ah. That’d be very nice of you."

 A sliver of thought on how good of an actress she herself was made her crack another smile.

“Yes, I’m that Enoshima Junko. Quite nice to meet you, DJ-chan. And so kindly leading me to a table instead of asking a waiter to do it for you. What’s your name?”

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Komaru waited on her response with a quiet but clearly explosive excitement, which was met with the casual and smooth alto voice she was so very accustomed to hearing over the radio or on TV in her interviews. Here in the flesh, the idol of her entire adolescence. It took all the strength in the world to keep from literally vibrating, knowing, holy shit, this is the actual factual Enoshima Junko. But she couldn’t go around acting like they’ve never had a notable presence here. She had to keep her cool.

♫ Right, right this way, Enoshima-san!

She paused for a moment as they arrived at a booth in the VIP box, realizing she’d forgotten to mention her name.

♫ Naegi Komaru-desu! We’re glad to have you here. I’ll get you a waiter in a sec. You want anything to drink, or eat, or something?

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Seeing her this excited did make her feel a little giddy and happy about satisfying Komaru. It seemed that she didn't even suspect that she worked with her. But who would? After all, who would question the identity of a celebrity? Not many, certainly. 

"Ah, Komaru-chan, eh? Leading me to the VIP booth right away like this... And judging by your reaction, I have quite the admirer, correct?"