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Open Positions for Violent Dolls:

Singer: Kiyomi Nakamura/Illusion *Taken by AyaAmayaMiyu
Guitarist: Kasumi Natsume *Taken by plumies
Back up Guitrist: Lyca Eve Way *Taken by Armageddon
Bass/Back Up Vocals: Kariumi Ouu *Taken by Kit-Kat
Drums: Kyra Matsumoto *Taken by Nevyn
Manager: Jake Blakeway *Taken by jakelovesyuna

Open Positions for Nightmare Vain (Rivals):

Singer: Yuu Kanashima *Taken by Vain
Guitarist: Miaka Yui *Taken by SilentButterflies
Keyboardist: Akira Takahashi *Taken by Kai
Bass/Back Up Vocals: (Open)
Drums: (Open)
Manager: Deliah Yamguchi *Taken by Kit-Kat

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Kiyomi Nakamura/Illusion

Yuu Kanashima awoke to the sound of his blaring alarm clocked. He groaned and smacked the off button, sitting up in his bed and rubbing his eyes. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Yuu was on a role with a new song he'd gotten a sudden inspiration for. He spent the whole night writing and rewriting it until it was perfect. At least to him it was. Yuu rose form his bed and walked over to the bathroom connected to the corner of his room. He took a hot shower, enjoying the time he had to wake himself up and relax. Yuu was a rather androgynous boy, neither tall nor muscular, but kind of petite and slender. He didn't mind much and it helped him with the visual side of his performance, but people seemed to stare at him whenever he went out.




Yuu turned off the shower and stepped back out into his room as he dried his hair. His mind was now focused on what the days events were. His manager had called him to a meeting. Something about a rival band coming into the picture. Nightmare Vain hadn't had any serious competitors since they began. Yuu opened his closet and looked through his plethora of outfits. He decided on an outfit consisting of a black corset, thigh length boots, a pair of long black gloves and a studded skirt. Yuu liked the gothic style he had. It let him be creative. People may have thought he was weird for how he dressed, but the bands fans didn't seem to mind and even loved the bands performances. He did his usual dark makeup style and left his room.




Yuu sat in the waiting room off the record building, waiting for the rest of his band members to show up. The bands manager Deliah had yet to make and appearance and Yuu was feeling a little antsy. He was wondering who this new band was and if they were really good enough to stir up all the commotion that was going on because of them. Yuu hadn't even seen any of their members yet. Too take his mind off of things Yuu began thinking about the song he'd written last night and how it would sound when he finally got to sing it. He still had to show it to the rest of the band, but he was fairly certain they would like it. They had agreed with most of the songs he'd written so far and the fans loved them. Yuu was happy to be able to share his music with the world. It help him express himself when he felt to nervous or shy to do it in other ways. Music was his outlet.

A phone rang a little jingle, one she had recorded of Yuu not too long ago. It buzzed with vibration when the jingle went on, dancing across her night-stand. The woman cracked open one hazy green eye- so dark a shade of green that it appeared black almost- and stared at the phone. Finally, it shut up. But she knew what it meant. She stuffed her face back into the pillows and waited for it to go off again, if only for it to piss her off and make her get up.
Five minutes later, guess what happened?

It began to jingle again and Naomi sprung up like she was on an instant sugar rush, leaping to the hardwood floor and grabbing the phone. In the same motion, she'd pushed the "OK" button on her phone as well as thrown it back onto the bed, racing then for the shower. That was quick too, she knew she had business to attend to today. She cut on the water, stripped out of her jammies almost as if they were disposable, and jumped in.

Ten Minutes later -> 8:00

She was out, and half-dressed. Bra and panties, necessities that always came first. It'd be unique a style if she showed up to the label office with something like a harajuku super-hero thing going on; with her panties on the outside of her outfit. Naomi shook the thoughts out of her head, brushing her teeth with one hand and putting a thin layer of scentless lotion on her face with the other. When she was done with one, she was done with the other, and rinsed her mouth out. She combed her hair up, gelled it, and dried it. Her hair was shaved on the sides, her right side having a small spiral that lead into a cursive spelling of "Zion" against her head in the thin sheet of hair. The center of her hair was long though, and pitch black; usually did up in a loose and curly-tipped mohawk or something of the like. She did her make-up first; blue eye-shadow, silver mascara, magenta eye-liner and lip-gloss. She drew her eye-liner out on her pale face so that her left eye had an abstract swirl or two that seemed to swim over her left cheek and along her brow. She brushed it with a small blue brush and caused glitter particles to stick to it, before giving a black shadow to it. Yes, Naomi was an artist; very good at make-up and drawing alike. And always experimenting.

Back to the bedroom, she hit her closet like a hurricane, tearing into it like a rabid cheetah destroying the flesh of a gazelle. She dressed quickly into black fish-net stockings and three-inch closed-toe heels. Pulling up over it were shorts that went just barely past her thighs, and then a skirt with a blue lace trim that was cut along the side to avail her pale leg. Over her blue lace bra she wore a tank top of tie-dye blue and black, with a jacket that was basically sleeves and a back of black, with long black straps that danced across her chest and had connecting buckles in the shape of many little silver stars down the front. She rolled her shoulders, threw on a few silver rings, a choker of blue satin, and then headed for the door.

8:57

Huffing, Naomi made it. She stepped inside after standing out in the morning air, collecting her breath and assuring she looked semi-decent and composed. She looked more tom-boyish than a lot of the others, and not really because of her style either. It was something about her that looked laid back and carefree; relaxing even. She stepped inside, licking her glossy lips and seeing Yuu in the distance. She raised a hand and waved her silver-tipped nails and sat down next to him.

Zion leaned back and placed the back of her head against the wall.

"I guess I'm late?" She chuckled quietly. "Should've known you'd beat me here."

It was infinitely a frustration. Early mornings. Especially this particular morning when his cellphone went off, interrupting a great dream that he forgot the details of as soon as he had rolled over and cracked open a dark eye. Akira let the thing keep playing its song for a minute or so, his eye closing again and simply listening to it in a half a haze before he decided to try and wake himself up. He liked to wake up at the latest time possible but knew that they had a meeting with their manager today. Something about a rival band.

Quite honestly, Akira couldn't give two hoots about this new group of teens. There was too much of a fuss going on, in his opinion. The only thing he was really mildly aggravated over was the fact that they were now, indirectly, making him lose his beauty sleep. “Enough already,” he muttered as he reached out to grab his cellphone, flipping it open and shutting off the loud song. How he wished that he could just drop back off into dream land, but alas, he pulled himself up, stretching out all the way and hearing his body's protests against it.



Akira's morning routine was the same as it had been for the last few years. He dragged himself into the shower, letting the warm water begin to at least wake him up somewhat for the day. A coffee would be nice as well but this would have to do for now. Once showered, he left his hair in a mess for the moment while he wandered over to his closet, looking through his various outfits before he selected one that fit his current mood. As he got put on the chained black pants, he wandered back into the bathroom to turn on his hair straightener, letting it heat up while he dried his hair. He mixed a tan and a blue color for his eyeshadow before applying heavy black liner and dark lipstick. Certainly he got a lot of odd looks for this but he was far too used to it by this point to pay much attention.

After straightening and styling his hair he unplugged the straightener and made his way back into his room to put on the black and white corset-style vest that still had long sleeves attached but left his shoulders bare. Adding a few accessories, he checked his phone for the time and saw that he would be late if he didn't leave soon. The blessing was that he was at least modestly awake by this point.



The streets were crowded, the morning crowd shoving this way and that way as people bustled off to work and school. Akira finally detached himself from the main crowd as he took a left and climbed the steps of the building, not even bothering to check the time any longer. He would get there when he would get there and that wouldn't change no matter how many times he pulled out his cellphone to take a look at the time on it.

Making his way inside he saw Yuu and Naomi already there, their usual brilliant selves. Out of all of the people in the world Akira respected and loved his band-mates the most. They were like his family now-a-days and therefore it wasn't a wonder that he gave the two his first actual smile of the day as he joined them and flopped down into a seat across from them. “Morning,” he greeted before adding hopefully, “seen any coffee around?” It was no secret that Akira was not a morning person.

Everywhere she looked, people where taking pictures off her as she walked down the red carpet. Even inside the building, everyone wanted to talk to her. Kyra enjoyed every second from the tons of attention she got.
The show started and Barbiedoll sat in her place. Knowing that her time to stand on the stage would come soon enough. A older looking woman came on stage and Barbiedoll just thought how ugly the woman’s make up was.
“And the price for the artist with the greatest fashion sense, the one who always looks great, the winner is….” The woman opened the closed letter she was carrying and Barbiedoll stood up before the woman shouted out her name. “Kyra Matsumoto also known as Barbiedoll from the band the Violent Dolls!!”
Under loud applause, she walked towards the stage, smiling and waving towards some people she knew. On the stage she took the ugly looking price and looked down to the hall.
Just as she was about the speak, a loud noise rang trough the entire building.

Barbiedoll hit around with her right arm, aiming to hit her alarm clock. Cursing to herself, she was thinking why she would set the alarm that early. Then it hit her, she had to be at some point at 9 o’clock.



Sitting in her stylish and comfortable night dress, Barbiedoll was eating her peace off toast with strawberry jam and drinking a huge cup of tea.
In the same time she was reading the latest fashion magazines, looking up what was beautiful and what she would never wear, even if she would be dead.



Barbiedoll filled the bath with hot water while she was putting all the makeup, she would be wearing, ready. She had so much make-up that it always was difficult to choose which one she would wear today.



After having finally chosen the makeup she would use, she let herself slide down in the steaming hot water in the bath. The hot water was feeling great on her tired body and the different smells from the lotions had used in the water, relaxed her completely.



After the relaxing bath, and drying herself, Barbiedoll was sitting in her bathrobe for her closet. Looking at all the different dresses, she wasn’t too sure which one she would choose and which one would match perfect with her chosen makeup.



After finally being able to choose the dress she found perfect, she started to choose her underwear. This was also an important job. The perfect underwear would be comfortable to wear but look cute.



As she finally got dressed, she got a message from Kiyomi saying that she had to be at the Auro Gossamer Building at 9. Looking at the clock, she got a panic attack. She had to put on all her make-up and then got to the building that is all across the city.

Running to the bathroom, she started to put on her makeup. “Why is time always going this fast when I’m putting on my clothes?” She sighed.



She rushed out towards the taxi she had called. “Take me to the Auro Gossamer Building! And if you make it so that I’ll be there at 9, I’ll double your pay!”



The taxi stopped just at time before the building. She quickly paid the driver and walked towards the others from the group.
“And perfect on time as always, looking great as always! Yes I know, I’m perfect! Now, what are we doing here?” She asked as she looked around.

A picture off the dress: http://i892.photobucket.com/albums/ac12 ... idress.jpg

"Good morning," Yuu replied in his soft voice, tilting his head slightly and giving a warm smile. "Your not late at all Naomi. I'm just early as usual." Yuu waved as the others followed close behind. He laughed slightly when Akira asked if they had any coffee and shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't. You know what coffee does to me," Yuu replied. He felt they knew him well enough and didn't need a full story reminder. Yuu may have been a quiet and collected person, but his image completely fell apart when he came into contact with caffeine. He had a low tolerance and quickly became the hyper, bouncing off the walls type of person. Now all that's left is for Deliah to show up and we can get this over with, Yuu thought to himself.

Naomi looked up to then see Akira. She gave off a rather casual grin and nodded to him, crossing her legs and stretching her arm over the back of the seat. Her dark green eyes followed Akira as he entered, before turning to her left to see Yuu- who she had sat beside.

"You ought to be late for once. It might be nice to come in and not see you waiting. Or to see you arrive, instead of magically appearing where we were supposed to be, but were late getting to."

Zion turned her head a bit, and flashed a grin at Akira, tapping her nails against the wall.

"And no coffee is a bummer. Maybe the band can grab some if this little shin-dig doesn't take too long." She closed her eyes and tilted her head, causing her bangs to sweep over to the right side of her face, covering her eye just barely.

3.00 am

"This was it" It was the same sentence Jake kept saying to himself, at the early hours as he was getting a shower, letting the small droplets of water fall down his body. He was nervous, and he knew it. This was his first job. He only got the first job, and the contract was not even settled yet. Today was the meeting over the contract, and the signing. If Jake messed this up, it would be over before it began. As he got out and felt the cold the floor at his feet. He began to dry and looked at the mirror

"I will be fine...I will go in there and impress everyone. Now is my time, my time to shine"

He left the room, dried and then went to the bedroom to get dressed into some casual wear. After finishing that off, he moved into the kitchen and began to cook a full english breakfast. It was his way every morning of reminding him of who he truly was. He missed his homeland. The green hills and grass. The gentle breezes and the bad weather. The spread open plains. It was heaven. After he finished cooking he sat down and simply began to eat slowly.

5.00am

After eating and having a relax, it was time to get his ass into gear. He started to get dressed in his suit. Getting ready was the important part. He had to look the part, or else they would think of him as a joke. After he got dressed into a black suit, he had bought just for the meeting. He left the house and began to drive to the building. With over 2hrs to drive. He knew dodging the traffic would be hard. But he just stuck to it and got where he needed to be.

7.00

Arriving there he parked his car at the front, so everyone would know he was there. H went inside and began to get ready. Making sure everything was set, and starting to write up paperwork. It was going to be a tough day, but he was going to pull through. After a while of working, about an hour. is phone went, reading the message he knew people must of been outside, which was good. however he had work to do, so he stayed inside and carried on getting ready. After he had done and it was 9, he walked out and saw the band, all of them...he thought?? he could never remember all of them, there was far to many.

"good to see you all here...i think?"

Turning his head to the side, Akira glanced around to see Miaka following up after him to take a seat as well and gave her a smile and a wave of his hand in greeting. He sat back, relaxing while he waited for Deliah to make her appearance, his eyes drifting over back to Yuu as he spoke. This caused the corner of Akira's mouth to turn upward in a soft smirk. He knew all too well what coffee did to him. “And that is exactly why you should have more of it,” he commented to the male.

Leaving Yuu to think on that, he looked to Zion across from him, giving her an appreciative nod of his head. “You know I'm in. We can have Yuu try some and set him lose on unsuspecting civilians,” he joked lightly. He would never seriously do anything of the sort but when around his band mates he couldn't help but joke around a little. “Do you want to come, Muse?” he asked, glancing over to the other girl. He did doubt that they would be stuck here for too long, or maybe it was wishful thinking. Either way he found himself glancing around for where the others might be, hoping that they could get this show on the road already. He hadn't woken up early for nothing.

You think he's late? No no. Not at all. Let's take a look back, and trace this story real quick.



Shuffling quietly, knowing well that he could easily make the wrong move now. Daisuke was careful, maneuvering one rather masculine long arm over the lump in the bed towards his phone, and hitting silent before it had a chance to go off. He then slid the sheets from his naked form, and readied to do a rather usual routine once more. Daisuke swung one long leg over the lump in the bed and- without touching this so-called lump- managed to touch the floor with his toes. He had his tongue hanging out between his lips in a thoughtful and concentrated expression, as he gripped the night-stand and brought his other leg off the bed.

Finally, he was standing, hands on his hips as the nude man stared at the woman in his bed.

Did it again. So much easier when they go home on their own.

Daisuke turned and picked up a tiny post-it note stack, and a pen. He wrote quickly upon it, and left the scribble on the nightstand on the girl's phone.

Had fun babe.
~Vermillion~

Then, he was off. Shutting the door super quietly, and heading downstairs to the shower. He did so within about ten minutes, and got dressed. Yes, Daisuke was really prepared. His closet was right next to his bathroom- not in his bedroom. He dressed into a pair of long white pants with the knees scratched out and long cuts along the upper legs. Along the sides were a set of three long silver zippers that went from the floor to the thigh. They buttoned down the front with skull-shaped buttons, and had several reddish swirls along the pant-leg. His top was nothing at all. Yes, being himself, Daisuke loved to show off his rather worked upper body. Broad shoulders, a lean chest, and a long toned stomach that flowed into longer legs- like a athlete.

He pulled on necklace of silver that draped several chains down this pale chest and then dragged on a jacket- one that was half long and half short. Meaning that the black long-sleeved jacket hung open, and had a slit in the back up to the waist. The left half of the jacket ended with white lace at the waist, while the right half went on to the back of the knee, with white lace trimming it off there.

Then, it was time for make-up. Nothing super elaborate. Black lipstick applied only to his upper lip with a little black lip-liner around the corners of his bottom, creating a soft and alluring look. Then eyeliner heavily coated to darken his eyes. Then, he styled his hair with a bit of gel, and set it.

What time was it?

Only 7:45...




He was leaning against the building they were meeting in. He'd been there for almost a half hour now, just after Yuu got here. But he sat outside in the morning cold, really starting to wake up as the cigarette burned between his lips. He pulled the cancer stick out with nails painted white, and tossed it to the ground. He crushed it with the tip of his shoe- black and white like a classic bowling shoe perhaps, with a faint red outline between colors. He exhaled the billows of gray/blue smoke and then turned for the building, walking inside.

When he stepped inside, he opened his arms towards his bandmates, acting as if he hadn't seen them in forever, though it was obvious he was being over-enthusiastic.

"Oh, hey guys! My God you all look so good. Delicious even." He winked at no one in particular, but more so the entire band. Daisuke laughed darkly and stepped inside, moving and taking a seat right next to Zion, and mimicking her position exactly as he looked up at Akira, then to Muse, and finally Yuu.

"You sure we came to the right place? I thought this was supposed to be a place recruiting us. Looks more like they are searching for the uptight bunch. This place is so... bland... and quiet..."







She watched Daisuke walk in and watched him as he moved.

Damn, he's done it again.

Bare chested with only chains hanging over him, and a black jacket with lace trim; over white pants with zippers and painted designs, lacking knees of course. She shook her head as he came and sat down next to her, mocking her position. Zion rolled her dark eyes and punched his leg lightly.

"Ooo." Daisuke cooed at her, and she laughed.

"I see you're having a great morning. What pitiful creature did you leave lying in your bed all alone this morning?" She said softly, staring over him with a curious glare.

"Oh, only this girl. Her name's Ma-... Mar... Made..." He shrugged. "I don't know. I couldn't figure out her name. Probably because she was screaming mine all night."

Zion brought her hand up and clapped it over his mouth and shut her eyes, his laugh escaping her hand even when she tried to cover his mouth.

"Too much... too... much." She stared back up at Akira, and tried to start new conversation.

"So what's the plan for after this? Coffee?"

Jake nearly sighed as everyone was giving him blank and curious looks. He forgot the one most vital thing. He was not yet their manager. Today was the day it would of been decided. Thats why he was nervous. He could not afford to screw it all up.

"If you ant to know my name is Jake Blakeway, and i was the one that phoned about being the manager, and you said that we would agree if i got the job at the negations for the contract?" Jake was starting to feel worse, really worse. If no one knew him then it was pointless being here. Maybe one of them would see his last name and make the connection between him and his mother, who was a hit in Japan, Anita Blakeway.

It was the thought of her that kept him going. The thought of what happened and how people took her for a ride. Jake was determined to make sure that never happened again. He looked at the group, assuming it was all of them. Jake shuddered in the cold and looked at them all "Lets go inside, before we get turned into ice-cubes, plus the meeting is going to take place in half an hour" Jake turned and nearly jogged back into the building, glad to be greeted by its warmth. He picked up his laptop and paperwork and waited for the others to come inside, hopefully they did, and did not think he was some sort of idiot.

Miaka watched in silence as each individual arrived, offering them no hint of a smile and avoiding their gazes. It wasn't that she didn't like them; She did, but Miaka knew that they knew her well and wouldn't think her quietness as rude. Or at least she hoped they wouldn't. It was only when the conversation turned to coffee did she let a hint of emotion cross her features, the smile fletting but still there all the same.

Muse, slowly raised her head as Akira addressed her and nodded slightly, letting her blonde waves rustle slightly. "Sure," she replied and offered him a soft smile before leaning back on her chair and starting to watch the others again. All she wanted to do now, was get this 'meeting' over with and get on a stage or something to play. Her guitar called to her from it's case and soon the sheer boredom took over and the girl reached down to gently open up the black case and pull out the beautiful white instrument that was decorated with beautiful red roses. Smiling to herself, Miaka began to strum a few notes lightly on the strings, getting lost in the music.

Barbiedoll listened as Illusion greeted her, yet at the same time she was looking around at the others. “Okay! Well she better show up soon! I hurried that much to be on time and look as perfect as I do know, so I won’t forgive her if she doesn’t show up.” She said with a pretended stern look on her face. Everybody who knew her, would immediately see through it and knew it was fake.
Then she noticed that Enma was sitting by herself again, sipping coffee in her own.
She went and sat next to her and gave her a massive hug from out off nowhere. “En-chan is something bothering you? Or could it be that your jealous off how fabulous I look? Don’t be! If this meeting is over, we two go shopping okay?!”

At that moment Barbiedoll noticed that Namara also was drinking some hot chocolate and Illusion was drinking coffee. Everybody got a hot drink accept her.
She then asked with a pouting voice. “I-chan, could it be that you forgot my white-chocolate cappuccino?”

Before Illusion could answer, some guy came and introduced himself as Jake and was talking about being their manager and other boring stuff.
But when he said that the meeting was taking place in an half hour, that was something Barbiedoll couldn’t forgive.
“We have to wait for another half hour? You know I could have used that time to think about how I could have perfected this outfit even more! Now I’ve wasted such precious time just by getting here and waiting? I don’t like this!” And she kicked with her feet on the ground. “Nam-chan, do something about it! Say it isn’t fair!” She pouted again.

For those that don’t get it:
I-chan = Illusion
En-chan = Enma
Nam-chan = Namara