Neon Bandage Skirts (open)

[Meiko Hayashihara]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; vertical-align:top;width:500px;height:450px; border-radius: 4px 4px 4px 4px; bTable][tr][atrb=style, background:#C8DDFB; width:30px] [tr] It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dream Don't you see that what you need is standing in front of you? [tr][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; padding: 4px; opacity: 0.7] Meiko strolled the street, blazer over her arm, her bag swinging. It had been a few semesters since she'd had no afternoon classes at her university on one of her days off from the studio, and she had decided she'd go wander Ikekburo for a while in celebration of the fact she'd be this lucky the entire semester. It'd leave her more time for her mountains of paperwork from her three different duties, and maybe she might even find the time to get herself a girlfriend. That'd be a change, wouldn't it? Hm. She probably ought to finally get herself into the lesbian scene, instead of just hesitantly poking the edges. That'd definitely make it easier, wouldn't it? Yeah, it would. She stopped at a storefront, glancing inside at the clothes it contained. Not too bad - if she were a preteen with the bad taste to wear a black bandage skirt with a neon word on the butt. She grimaced at it and gingerly stepped away from the window. Really. Were even preteens that silly? She hoped not...but she knew that was probably a futile hope. Now, aside from being horrified at the existence of that skirt, what should she do, she wondered. Maybe she should assign that paper a week early so she had something to do on her days off... She was already bored.

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[Arashi Arca]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:6C2811;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: Meiko, Open[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 396[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: Uncooperative[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: Oh Arashi…[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style]

[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e37/Chandrisa/Arashi-1-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #6C2811;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #6C2811;] He had nothing going on that day to be honest, he’d already found some poor hopeless sap to harass and left handcuffed to a pole somewhere. He couldn’t quite recall where he’d left the poor sap…but that wasn’t his problem. He’d get himself out of the cuffs one way or another… A few minutes into his bored wandering after departed from the poor sap, he’d found another source of amusement. That of stalking the Water Chair. It probably wasn’t a smart thing to follow around one his bosses, but it was amusing none the less. He’d followed her for several blocks already and was now curious as to why she was stopping…oh. Those were some interesting shorts, Arashi decided with a brief thought on the matter. Why was Meiko looking at them…oooh. Maybe she wanted to buy a pair? After placing her in those interesting shorts in his mind, he removed the thought and decided it didn’t fit her at all. She was much better off in those tight-fighting dance clothes she wore. How’d he know that? Stalking, of course. He knew a lot of things about people, just from following them and what else he already knew of them if he knew them before his initial stalking. His foot tapped lightly against the side-walk from his position of around the corner as he thought of what to do next. Stalking was getting boring…he needed something else to do. Maybe he could frighten her? Again, not a wise thing to do with one of his bosses…but still proved to be amusing. He was good at his job so nothing he did would result in him being replaced. Nobody could protect the Chairs better than him. He stalked potential traitors or anybody trying to out one and took care of them. Sometimes the bodies were never found of those who dare cross him. He finally decided to attempt it and after circling the block slightly to avoid him from appearing in the glass she was looking at, and keeping her from noticing him, he slunk out from the corner, used people to disguise himself from her view, and before long was behind her. He didn’t grab her by the shoulder, which would probably result in an attempted blow to his face, or chest considering his height, but instead he let out a loud bark in her ear. [/style]

[Meiko Hayashihara]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; vertical-align:top;width:500px;height:450px; border-radius: 4px 4px 4px 4px; bTable][tr][atrb=style, background:#C8DDFB; width:30px] [tr] It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dream Don't you see that what you need is standing in front of you? [tr][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; padding: 4px; opacity: 0.7] Meiko felt her neck begin to prickle as though she were being watched after she stepped away from the window and the god-awful bandage skirt with the neon butt. A covert glance revealed nothing unusual, and she was certain that Transcendere Fatum did not yet have a high enough profile for her to be known enough about for some sort of attack. She lingered by the window, pretending to look in it as she draped her blazer over her shoulder and loosed her tight bun. The curls cascaded down her shoulders for just a brief minute before being pulled into a ponytail, and she shoved her bobbypins into the pocket of her trousers. It was as she moved to leave that the sensation peaked, and then a bark went off in her ear. She was still for a moment, forcing her muscles to untense. "Arashi-san, I sincerely hope you haven't been following me since I left work," she said, and spun on her flat to face him, though her eyes swept the area behind her instead of focusing on him. "And don't deny following. If I didn't see you, you clearly went through some amount of effort." She shook her head at him, finally fixing her eyes on him, tilting her head, ponytail catching on her shoulder. She hadn't interacted too much with Arashi outside of stuff for their organization, and was kind of bemused that he would have been following her. He wasn't the type to go after a Chair position, and if he were, he would have been after Earth. So this had to be some sort of curiosity that she wasn't comprehending - or boredom, maybe. He did seem the type to do interesting things to relieve boredom... She decided some sort of normal conversation ought to be enacted here. Though she lived in the housing at Transcendere Fatum, she didn't really interact with people much, since she perpetually seemed to be grading papers and working on numbers and promotion of her studio. (Speaking of her studio, she needed to remember to tell her secretary to put out feelers for a second teacher into the ballet community, someone of enough caliber they would garner the same sort of recognition she did...) "So what were you doing before you thought barking in my ear would be fun?"

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[Arashi Arca]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:6C2811;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: Meiko, Open[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 300[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: More cooperative than earlier.[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: Umn. Woof woof? [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style]

[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e37/Chandrisa/Arashi-1-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #6C2811;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #6C2811;] He startled her, he knew that much. People didn't expect a six foot four inches tall man to suddenly bark in their ear, after all. He would have been disappointed if she hadn't been startled...but he got what he sought out to do to solve his boredom. She had been correct on the boredom causing his stalking. "And don't deny following. If I didn't see you, you clearly went through some amount of effort."

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Maybe not since work...she had merely passed by the area he'd been in after handcuffing that poor soul to a pole. A smirk crossed his features as he leaned back against the wall next to the odd preteen store. "Maybe not since you left work...but I have been for several blocks. If I were out for your position, I saw plenty of opportunity to take you out. However, I'd be more inclined to go after the Earth chair than you. And besides, I'd get bored being a Chair. Too much work, not enough play. Your work-a-holic tendencies is kind of amusing as well. Might I suggest finding a personal assistant?"

"So what were you doing before you thought barking in my ear would be fun?"[/i]

Oooh. What had he been doing before this? Other than handcuffing that poor sap to a pole? He'd gotten some coffee earlier...umn...before that...well he really hadn't done anything before that. His tongue clicked lightly. "Well. I had coffee earlier, which isn't of any importance and I found some guy that's probably still handcuffed to a pole."

He was circling Meiko now in a predatory fashion, smirking slightly. "And then you walked by and caused me at least some time of amusement in following you. Then I grew bored with that, and decided to bark in your ear. Woof woof." [/style][/td]
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[Meiko Hayashihara]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; vertical-align:top;width:500px;height:450px; border-radius: 4px 4px 4px 4px; bTable][tr][atrb=style, background:#C8DDFB; width:30px] [tr] It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dream Don't you see that what you need is standing in front of you? [tr][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; padding: 4px; opacity: 0.7] Meiko refused to be intimidated by Arashi, even though he was, in general, a beyond-creepy person capable of anything. She rolled her eyes ever so slightly at his commentary; she'd thought of that all in the appoximate three seconds after his bark. It was good, she supposed, that he had done something so recognizable, or she might have rattled off one of the spells she could do, the ones she only saved for emergencies. It never really paid off to injure your subordinates, especially when there was a hierarchy that allowed upward motion through murder. (In that vein of thought, she needed to bring back the knives she'd carried throughout college, just as a matter of course; they were quicker than spells, most of the time). She chose not to comment on it, let the absence of words say what it would to him. "I have several personal assistants," she drawled. "A secretary and two TAs. There's still plenty I need to handle as well. It's not workaholic, it's dedicated to ensuring quality in one's work." Ooor workaholism. But workaholics never admit to it, and Meiko was no exception. ...a guy handcuffed to a pole? Well, that sounded enough like what she'd seen of Arashi to be accurate. "Sounds like a wonderful afternoon," she said, dry. "I'm sure there are some very baffled people watching that guy now, then." Of course she would have been lucky enough to be his next target... She didn't turn as he circled her, relying on his moving shadow to tell her what he was doing, mostly uninterested in what he was up to. Then he woofed again, and she got a brilliant idea. She had no idea if he'd wear it... But oh, oh. It was too perfect! Christmas was too far away for her idea... No, she'd just get it after she was finished dealing with him and leave it in one of their common areas for him. He'd probably wear it if it was leather... Maybe with spikes for stabbing people? "You lead a thrilling life, if following me can amuse you," she said. No tone required to make it obvious she was sarcastic; she was a very dull person, she thought, when apart from one of her jobs. Actually, maybe that was why she had issues getting a girlfriend... Hm. She'd have to consider that being a possibility more when she wasn't dealing with Arashi, who she needed to keep a metaphorical eye on. She wasn't about to wind up handcuffed to a light pole - not that he'd do the same thing twice. That'd be boring, by his logic. Approximately then, a preteen and her mother walked out of the store, both wearing the hideous skirt. Meiko visibly winced as they walked past. "Why is there a market for that sort of clothing?" she muttered to herself. She shook her head, hoping their too-loose, ugly-patterned matching sweaters would also spontaneously combust. Some people just needed to have someone else dress them.

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[Arashi Arca]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:6C2811;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: Meiko, Open[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 348[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: …all over the place…[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: Why is it not surprising Arashi’s debating on following the oddly dressed pair just to prove a point? [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style]

[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e37/Chandrisa/Arashi-1-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #6C2811;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #6C2811;] There's still plenty I need to handle as well. It's not workaholic, it's dedicated to ensuring quality in one's work."

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Plenty she needs to handle as well? Well, she probably had those assistants for looks, rather than actually using them. She still managed to overwork herself, somehow. Even with somebody else doing her work for her. It was amusing really, the day she keeled over from stress and lack of eating or sleep. Why should he bother assassinating her when she was doing just fine on her own? "Sure sure. I'm sure they're veeeery helpful."

"I'm sure there are some very baffled people watching that guy now, then."[/i]

Baffled indeed....of course by now, somebody had already probably shown up and freed the man. He'd never technically heard of a law against handcuffing somebody to a pole...was it classified under assault? Or disorderly conduct...or maybe...nah. The police never much looked into his harassment charges. He intimidated them into not doing so when they did come across him. It was amusing.

"You lead a thrilling life, if following me can amuse you,"[/i]

"I followed you because there was nothing better for me to do. Your life is kind of dull, I mean, except for looking some interesting shorts that preteens wear. They're not for you, by the way." He commented, raising an eyebrow as a mother lead her preteen daughter out of the store, both of them wearing those interesting shorts. With a slight grin, he let out an obnoxious wolf whistle towards them before finally commented. "Sheesh. Who dressed you? That's just asking for somebody to try to molest you, you know."

"Why is there a market for that sort of clothing?"[/i]

He didn't bother to listen to whatever response he got from the woman, or her daughter and merely chuckled in dull amusement as Meiko's rhetorical question. It was a mystery of who would design those clothes, or wear them for that matter. "So. What are you going to be doing now?" He was debating on continuing his stalking with that mother and daughter...see where that got him. [/style][/td]
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[Meiko Hayashihara]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; vertical-align:top;width:500px;height:450px; border-radius: 4px 4px 4px 4px; bTable][tr][atrb=style, background:#C8DDFB; width:30px] [tr] It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dream Don't you see that what you need is standing in front of you? [tr][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; padding: 4px; opacity: 0.7] He sounded sarcastic for some reason. Please. Just because they didn't follow her around didn't mean they didn't do stuff. She just looked over almost everything they did. "I wouldn't pay them if they weren't," she said archly, "It wouldn't be worth the money." No, it certainly wouldn't be. She didn't waste money on pointless positions. If she could handle adding it to her stack of responsibilities, she did it instead of tossing it on someone else. It meant she could afford to give her people better-than-normal salaries. (TAs, well, the school set their pay and mandated she get one for each of her undergrad classes, so she certainly utilized them there...mostly if she needed to be in a meeting for TF or was supposed to meet with a concerned client of some variety at her studio). Shorts? Snrk. "That's actually a skirt, I'm afraid. I hope they don't have shorts like those..." She raised her eyebrows at him. Had he spotted them and been... imagining her in them? Now that she imagined herself in them, she was tempted to start giggling. "What, don't think I can pull them off?" she joked. Those skirts sincerely needed to be burned, in all seriousness, though. She'd almost volunteer to destroy them... She could fit in them, though. She was certainly skinnier than that mom and her kid that were wearing them, even if she was significantly smaller. Hell, if she flipped it around and added a pair of plain black heels, kept a blazer and oxford on, she might even be able to make it look classy, now that she thought about it. Didn't stop it from needing to be burned, though, really. She still didn't like it. If Meiko hadn't been used to Arashi and was a normal person, she would probably have looked askance at him or launched into a bitchfest or nervous giggles. Instead, as she tended to do when he got creepy, she rolled her eyes, then actually started laughing when the mother, attempting to be protective, grabbed her daughter's rear to try to cover it or something. Oh wow. Had the woman even thought? The girl wiggled free and shot a furious glare at her mother, then winked at Arashi. Well...that was lovely. What was she doing next? Hm. He must be thinking of following the ass-grabbing mom and her unfortunate child. She wasn't sure if she should try redirecting his interest or not, but then decided trying by making something up wasn't worth it. Arashi did what Arashi wanted, most of the time. "I'm probably getting some lunch and finding a new pair of heels that don't make me worry I'll break an ankle if I trip." Not that Meiko actually had ever tripped in anything, but she didn't plan on ever risking it. Ever. She relied on her legs far too much for that, after all.

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[Arashi Arca]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:6C2811;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: Meiko, Open[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 327[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: Obnoxious. [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: Oh Arashi. You are a creep of nature. [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style]

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"Shorts...skirts. To me, they're the same thing to me, the only different is that one allows for easier access." He commented, with a smirk, simply knowing that Meiko would find that...terrible. And because he'd raised his voice, juuuust for the two to be able to hear him. He'd take some amusement in teasing them afar before beginning his hunt at a later moment.

"What, don't think I can pull them off?[/i]

An amused eyebrow raises as he chuckled briefly before responding, crossing his arms over his chest and then leaning back against a telephone pole that stood innocently there. "Well, it's not that you can't pull them off, it's that you shouldn't. It's just not your style. Besides, I think you look much better in those tight dance leotards," he drawled a smirk crossing his features. So he knew what she looked like in her dance leotard? How much did he actually stalk her? Enough to know where she live amongst other common places she went.

He laughed when the mother grabbed her daughter's ass and he gave another dirty comment towards them. "Does your husband or boyfriend know that you molest your daughter?" He asked innocently, leaning idly against the wall. He looked uninterested for a moment, but was probably just thinking of what he was going to do.

"I'm probably getting some lunch and finding a new pair of heels that don't make me worry I'll break an ankle if I trip."[/i]

An eyebrow raised in dull amusement at the idea of Meiko tripping in heels. She was a dancer, they were graceful and very unlikely to trip in heels. Oh well. Whatever floats her boat, he supposed. "Yes...well... that's interesting...I suppose. Would be funny to see you trip, though," he commented, his attention seemingly on the Chair, but otherwise occupied in watching where the woman and her daughter were going.
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[Meiko Hayashihara]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; vertical-align:top;width:500px;height:450px; border-radius: 4px 4px 4px 4px; bTable][tr][atrb=style, background:#C8DDFB; width:30px] [tr] It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dream Don't you see that what you need is standing in front of you? [tr][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; padding: 4px; opacity: 0.7] Really, if it was anyone but Arashi, Meiko would have reacted. Seriously. But...it was Arashi and she really couldn't lower her pride enough to react to the man. Of course Arashi knew about her dance clothes; she wore them back most days, since she left the studio in them to return to headquarters. And she wore them around the place, since they were comfortable. "Bandage skirts aren't comfortable anyhow," she drawled. "Nor are they practical. Leotards have much more practicality." Meiko actually giggled as the mother looked even more indignant, somehow, and hurriedly shepherded her daughter into a taxi, which managed to speed off fairly quickly. Oh dear, this probably meant Arashi would follow her some more, though... Oh well. One preteen was safe from aiding her own molestation (or her mother's? She wasn't sure which he was more likely to bother...), unless Arashi knew how to follow cabs around. "I'm sure there are a lot of people who would love to see me trip," she said. "Most of them, I have restraining orders against." Her mother, three of her old dance partners, and that one professor from grad school. "But still. They're problematic to walk in, because of how they change the way leg muscles work, and it's very uncomfortable when you don't spend much time in them." So what did she do with the dog now that she was, presumably, stuck with him?

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