Idle Fame

Meiko VOCALOID3. No fame. No fortune. No name. INSERT DISK..._

[nongrade]

BaKaito:

♫) Pout harder Mei-Chan, it’s a really cute look to adorn your features if words would actually come to mouth and compliment. Atlas, just a sigh, smiling subtly before a hand would come up and pat cheek with a finger. “Just a peck would do. That’s me settling– I won’t go any lower than that now.” Unless she wanted to go further, by no regard could there be a disregard to.

                      jdghsd98746;;afkl!

  — ;;☂))  Malfunction, malfunction! It was sadistic to demand such a preposterous request, and force her to initiate it herself, on top of that! “Y’don’t think that’s a little out there, Kaito? I know we couldn’t celebrate yer birthday n’ all, but give me a break...” Yet they’d promised, every year, to accompany one another for such important dates. This was one they failed to meet, and by Gods, she felt so g’damn bad ‘bout it.. grroooaan.

          Whirl that idiotic scarf of his ‘round his face, cover the whole head, and drill a peck into some random area that’s not showing, wherever! Didn’t matter. There.

[nongrade]

Kaito:

♫) “I’m not going to beg.” Empty words really, if push came to shove that white lie would fall to the wayside practically instantly. Buuuuut he needed to try every trick in the book, that went without saying.

   — ;;☂))  "You’re still gonna have t’ try harder than that.” Kaito, above anyone else, knows best that the word ‘no’ could be the only word in her mental dictionary if she really wanted it to be. On the down side, he knows her too well. Well enough that his crippling, blue eyes will be there when one of hers cracks open and peeks at him. Here it comes-

                           “Y’really want me to, that bad?”

[nongrade]

Kaito:

♫) “You can’t hide from me over there, Mei-chan.”

    — ;;☂))  "I can, n’ I will.”           These bronze eyes will elude him today, just you wait and see. Sigh. Typical scene. He’ll never leave her alone. “I already told you, I’m not gonna do it, Kaito!”

[nongrade]

Len:

Maybe someday people will value friendship.

    — ;;☂))  Twenty years old or not, he’s still going to be on the receiving end of one of her deadly ear pinches. “You’re lookin’ in the wrong places. Y’ can’t be tellin’ me games are better than real life people.”

[nongrade]

 Luka:

Unsettling unnerving jumpy uneasy damn nerves! Tingling sensations rang from top to toe, was this the nervous emotion she’d almost forgotten? For what reason was it felt though? They were both friends here– perhaps time’s passage from long distance apart both verbal and physical. To change tonight however; least if plans didn’t change. Quiet dinner, maybe. Senses thought otherwise however. Still hand knocked door, to what was assumed her house. Quick steps and answer caught off guard, face instantly turning. “…Ahem.” Oh, no. “…Good evening, Meiko.”

     — ;;☂))  Time did have a knack of taking itself to life like a wrecking ball. But she liked to believe some things were forged from iron, and that its preservation should never come into question-- her relationship with the roseate songbird being one of them. “Good evenin’, Luka. You look marvelous.” Peculiar distress, no? Though given this angle of her face, it’d allow slender fingers to maneuver through a tangle of pink perched on her shoulder. Tuck it behind the ear-- mhm, there ya go.

         “See? Look. You came out unblemished from V4. You ready to hit the town?”

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     ❀:// “Naah, being old means being really grumpy and wrinkly! But I don’t like being called a kid either, so…” A notorious template of juxtaposition, wasn’t she? Curls of magenta are tousled with endearing digits, yielding a wrinkled nose as a rejoinder. “—Ack, Mei-chan!!” Strings of whining initiate, only to cease at the proffered proposal. “A car — like, a real one with wheels that goes vroom vroom?! Can we go, can we?!”

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) “All four wheels, kiddo!" Oh, wait. "'M sorry, 'mean Teto." No -san nor -chan, no suffix fashioning the dear into any age mold. "If I may call y'that, that is... y'know. First name n' all's kinda intrusive... But anyway, come 'round." One block away wasn't exceeding strides, was it? Silent all the while, until that metallic glint of red shook beneath a tree branches' shadows. "S' how d'you like her? ...2004 Chrysler Sebring. Real old, 'm sorry to disappoint. But had 'er since I was created. Clean 'er up real well. 'S why she's so shiny even ten years later." Moving on from memory lane. Time for a trip to the local town square with the starlet behind the wheel and a birthday girl in shotgun.                         "How's birthday ice cream sound for starters? Y'might wanna hang on tight."          Because the car really does go,                                           vroOM VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO---...M!!

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AU : Broken Dreams

[rehabilitxting-deactivated20180]

♫) Religion? Pft, don’t make him laugh. Hope while quick to spark under right conditions, it’s true existence was but a haze. Tongue held back to some extent though, “God ain’t real to me. People can claim what they want, till I get some proof otherwise he’s just some belief for those who have money not to feel bad for ignoring people like me.” Poor? Lost cause? Not true synonyms but, for him they were. “I’ve just had to fend for myself. Someone has to.” Silent references to his disbelief in humanity, though she’d be spared.

♫) Interesting. Can’t say he spent the same attention on her when she’d pass by as lines blurred typically for him, it did amuse to capture that level of attention. Different, but he’d known that before. After all, she came back. “It’s no problem, I was antsy too not that long ago. Or do you need a reminder?” Joke! That was a joke. Quick smile, as to ensure the reading. “Healing music? Well that depends, most of my stuff is just melody. You tell me if you can feel it.” Glance down, seat taken with new objects beside. Time to play, glints connecting emotion— translating it’s way in music. Notes truly from the soul.

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) “Aah man, tha's the stuff." Even now, in the middle of city lunch hour congestion, only she and those nearby turned heads to witness his melody. Headphones were such a public enemy. These electronic devices that consumed minds blinded people from seeing anything else! Surely so. When great talent was right here, why couldn't anyone shed themselves of the same music they listened to every day to breathe the fresh air and see the new sights? Sure, it was a raw and untapped potential, but God, give him credit! Good music, from good people.  "'S what I like t' hear."

      — ;;☂)) Smooth, and fluent delivery of the cleanest notes; astonishing how much it took away from his rough edges in reality. Or perhaps this was his reality. Personal realm where only he existed, or some other poetic metaphor she'd often read about in online articles of the daily musician. The woman was far from a songstress and she'd never truly had luck in any of the arts, but she knew that she liked what she heard. Wasn't that more than enough? Not enough knowledge to be pretentious and snooty, and certainly not enough experience to pick apart every flaw plucked by his weary and worn fingers. "Hey. Y'know, m' lunch break's almost over. Be back tomorrow, and 'm gonna get somethin' to show you. 'S not McDonalds, promise." Though food could be promised. Friday was payday. "S' then, see ya next time--... mm, Kaito."

[aaotsuki]

☾| “… it’s not what it looks like.”

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) “Can't really look like anythin' more than what it is. Y'got a strange thing goin' on there.                                      ...Need I ask?"

[kurohoshii-blog]

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[kurohoshii-blog]

✩| “I assume you were looking for default.” Not a surprise. “Yeah, Black Star module.”

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) “Dang, a real cool chick, huh?" Cool and classy! "Darn well the coolest of yer kind I met! Not in a bad way 'r anything. Power makes ya prettier!"

[neuroticsynth]

“Hah. I wouldn’t feel bad at all if I never saw another winter again!          If I can move, I’m moving south where it will always be summer!”

“Waaau! Really!?”       {{—stomach growls—}}       "Meiko-nee always knows the right things to eat…!"

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) “Always summer?! Ya sure ya want that? 'Mean, imagine the sweat between all the places ya don't want it!"                                                                                  Meiko would know. She's already fanning her bosom at the thought. "Though really, m' favorite season's gotta be fall."

      — ;;☂)) “Ahah! 'Course I do, kiddo. But don't ya go 'round takin' invitations to ramen or burgers from random strangers, kay?"

[rnegpoid-blog]

✧★Nongrade★✧

[★]-“This is silly…”

    Yes, it was silly. A 15 year old girl going to see a friend about a splinter of all things? That was very silly. Gumi was in pain, something her sensors didn’t allow her to feel often (they were kind of  spotty). Not only that she was worried about what would become of this splinter that had burrowed deep into her index finger. Her body could not identify the little piece of wood as a foreign object and thus could not “work it out” as the internet sites had said. That was the downside to lab-grown skin.

    She lacked the strength and willpower to get it out, but perhaps if a certain co-worker she knew could help her get it out for her…

[★]-“Me-Meiko-san,”

    Gumi forced a wide smile that came off more nervous than friendly. Why were her hands so fidgety all of a sudden? 

 [★]-“Can I ask you a favor?” 

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) "Huh? Gumi? Man, this is rare. What's up, chick?" Easy enough to get along with. That was the first and only impression she'd set for the bubbling songstress, even if conversations never stood for long between them. Contrasting companies bred boundaries, she supposed. "Sure we can talk, but we ought'ta get that thing outta yer finger first, eh? Looks like it hurts." It would explain why she was radiating anxiety with every twitch in movement. "'Less that was the favor ya wanted of me."                                               ...                                                      "Ya scared of pain?"

      — ;;☂)) Coy smile knows no mercy. Yet it was free from mockery and harbored no hostility. Curiosity at best with an undertone of amusement. She even found herself thinking it was cute. No blame or shame if she was.

                                                   "'S gonna hurt. Just sayin'.

      — ;;☂)) Palms opened themselves and slowly reached for hers, stopping only an inch away so the other could make her decision, and held steady.

                                                    "If you say yes, want ya t' do somethin' for me. Returnin' the favor. Tell me 'bout somethin' in yer life that makes ya real happy right now. Do it while 'm takin' it out. It'll make the pain less noticeable, promise."

[aaotsuki]

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♦ dreamonslayer ♦ unilambmuses ♦ bluejeweledprincess ♦ nongrade ♦ kagamine-chan

"Oh. Is there something you needed? I’m on break, but .."

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) "Ya got caught tryna sell black cats, kiddo."

[kurohoshii-blog]

Stars seen

nongrade

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✩| “What do you want? If Ao tried to sell you a cat, I’m not responsible for his actions.”

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) "Whoops, thought ya were Rin-chan." Technically... "You one of those Project DIVA modules 'r somethin'?"

[vagarydreams]

      ’ Aw shucks, thanks! You really are as pretty as they say! ‘

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) "B-beautiful?" Don;t blush, don't blush, don't blush-- "Ahah!" Dang.

    "Awh, shucks, you back! Nobody told me ya were a sweet talker." Handshake? She attempts to do so, both hands encompassing one of his. "Real nice t' meet'cha! You usually come 'round here? Japan n' all?"

[vagarydreams]

nongrade

Hey, you’re Meiko, yeah? We haven’t talked much, but it’s great to see you!

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) “And yer Big Al, right? Well, howdy!" Geez, "--ya really are as big as the rumors say."

[thalassophilic]

i will sing        a song that fights off the beast                      that interrupts your dreams

                 sleep t i g h t,                                 MEIKO.

It was perhaps a little late for a boy of his age to be wandering the streets—but, all the same, Oliver was certain, absolutely certain that he could handle himself. He was mentally somewhat older, right? Besides, Japan was the safest country he’d ever been in! Of course, he hadn’t exactly travelled all over the world, but still—

Something on his sensors makes him straighten a little, blinking up ahead of him, one visible eye widening in faint surprise as he clocks the woman—a MEIKO model, hovering, looking awfully lost. Hey, isn’t this your country? It could be a good thing he was out here so late after all then! When his manager scolded him later, he’d get a long explanation of how he saved one android from the horror of being lost with the battery low. Yes, it’d turn out as something like that!

"Meiko?" he calls out questioningly, testing the air with a faint caution as he approaches. Yes, it was definitely her. He gives a small smile, which travels to his voice, a hint of humour in the question. "Are you alright?"

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) "Ah-!" Well, well, well. If it wasn't-- what was his name, again? Taken in as one of PowerFX's crew and young, thick accent indicating he was shy of Japan; think, Meiko, think. “Hey there, lil' buddy!" She grins, whites blinding.                                                                                                     "Yer Oliver... right?"

      — ;;☂)) Nailed it? She hopes so. The only other male she can loosely link to dust blonde hair and ivory skin is YOHIOloid, however, didn't that fellow have quite the height to him? "Now, 'course 'm alright. Jus' uh.. on m'way to someplace." A studio, far off in the Netherlands of her knowledge. Needless to say, she could hardly call herself a resident of her own country. Knowledge was next to nothing besides the block of her own apartment and the bars littered along the city streets.

      — ;;☂)) "But y'know what?! Betcha they wouldn' mind if I was late." For pete's sake, she already was! "Nah, they don' need me anyways. So why ya here, kiddo? Lost?" He did stick out like a sore thumb, but that didn't mean he should take it with a negative stance. Then again, was she any better? She was no prime example of an adult. "'Cos we're gettin' a lot'a looks."

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"I guess so," he laughs a little, sheepish. “I didn’t mean it like that, though. More sort’a like… it’s funny, y’know? How we were always made t’ create music, but it was also always impossible t’ program us with the ability t’ feel with our hearts. So, it was more of a bonus than anything. It’s kind’a cool, too, yeah?” — - a pause.

“…Are you grateful you can feel with your heart, Meichan?”

[nongrade]

      — ;;☂)) “Uh... well, y'know...? Yeah." Clearing diaphragms, rapidly blinking orbs far from conversation. Something's been triggered in memory, definitely.                                    "'Mean... sure there's some feelin's that're kinda tricky... y'know, like... love n' all that, n' when you're lookin' at food an' it looks good but then you realize you technically don' even really need it..."

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