J.J.
Sleeping was always a good thing - especially if J.J. got to bed before two in the morning. A notoriously light sleeper, J.J. woke up quite often in the middle of the night when she was sleeping in her own bed. But then again, since she had spent so much time in this particular hotel bed that it was almost becoming just as familiar as her bed in her own apartment.
Nonetheless, it was the distant sound of Ashira's alarm clock - ringing through the not so soundproof walls that their rooms shared - that woke J.J. up that morning. She bolted upright, hair a mess around her face, dark brown eyes bleary. She ran a hand through her hair, tugging it through several knots that had made their way into her dark brown-orange locks in the course of the night. She yawned broadly, stretching, before pushing the covers away.
She had gone to sleep in an over-sized T-shirt that had once belonged to one of her ex-boyfriends (she dumped him after she saw him cheating on her and now wears the T-shirt to sleep as a sort of...insult to him. In a way.), and a pair of shorts. She headed towards the bathroom, after casting a lazy glance at the suitcase pushed against the wall. The lid was open, but everything inside - arranged by outfit.
Naturally a perfectionist when it came to these sort of things, all J.J. had to do was grab the correct pile of clothing and dump it on the bathroom floor. Standing there for a few moments, the cold seeping into her bare feet from the tiles underneath, she debated the pros and cons of taking a shower. "Eh, I've got time," she muttered, before turning on the warm water.
Ten minutes later, she stepped out, her hair smelling like orange ginger blossoms because of the hotel shampoo. She tugged on her clothes, having brushed her teeth in the shower (it saved time), and then grabbed the blow dryer. The noise the machine made echoed in the small bathroom. Dumping her pajamas in her suitcase, she pulled on her black Converse and grabbed her bag.
She was ready. And it was time to go meet Calico Ghost Town.
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Seiji
Seiji crammed the last bit of his toast into his mouth, before washing it down with a glass of cold milk. Slamming the glass onto the table, he turned around to glance at his goldfish, swimming lazily in the bowl by the window. He frowned. Had he fed them yet? Both goldfish seemed to stare at him, as though telling him, 'No, you idiot. FEED US!'
Laughing, and shaking his head at his own forgetfulness (hey....it was early in the morning), Seiji dumped the appropriate amount of fish food into the bowl, before grabbing his guitar and the keys to his bike lock. He threw on a jacket for good measure. You never knew what the weather would be like in Tokyo.
Waving a greeting to his neighbor, Seiji locked his apartment door, before running down the three flights of stairs to the ground level. His bike was still leaning against the pole he usually attached it to, but it was surrounded by other bikes of other people who didn't have the money to buy cars. It was odd that Seiji still lived in this sort of...shabbier apartment, but he figured it was better than living in some posh place in the city. And it was nice that everybody knew his name.
"Ahh!!! Kaname-kun! Ohayo!" The familiar sound of the fangirl who lived above him reached Seiji's ears. He looked up, half-smiling before waving lightly.
"Ohayo, Sakaki-san," he greeted her. She blushed furiously, before Seiji threw his leg over his bike - finally having freed it from the clutches of its kin - and began pedaling down the street, taking the familiar paths that would lead him to Ryuu's apartment. "Zerstoren...Zerstoren..." he tasted the word on his lips, before speeding up. A world famous band - willing to do a tour with them.
He was excited.