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Sakura Hisakawa

Trust me, whatever you're about to say, I've heard it, and I'd like people to shut up about it.

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a character in “The Reddox Lounge”, as played by Robinwing

Description

Sakura Hisakawa


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Full Name:

Sakura Hisakawa

Nickname(s)

None to speak of

Gender:

Female

Age:

21 (Though most people don't believe her when she tells them that)

Sexuality

Homoflexible

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Height

5"1'

Hair Color

Red

Eye Color

Blue

Skin Tone

Pale

General Appearance

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Yes, she knows about the babyface. She'd thank you not to point it out, granted, the fact that her preferred clothes look like a school uniform doesn't help her case most of the time. She wears her long red (dyed) hair in a braid, unless she is dancing, in which case she wears it in a bun. Her usual clothes are a matching set of a grey dress and jacket, over a white shirt, with a red pendant at her throat. She also wears black shoes with white socks.

Personality

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Serious, workaholic, easily annoyed, likes to move around, devoted to her dancing, cynical, graceful, poised, stubborn, doesn't like failing in any way, feminine, defensive about most things, cunning and ruthless

History

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Funnily enough, despite her name, Sakura is born and bred American. Both of her parents came from Japan, but Sakura was Born in San Francisco. From a very early age, Sakura showed an interest in dance. She started ballet classes when she was around three years old, at a beginners class. Her parents were both in business, and were perplexed at their daughter's pursuit. As Sakura got older, they tried to encourage her towards more traditional careers, tried to push her towards careers they felt she would succeed in. However, Sakura had chosen her direction, and she refused to sway from it. She joined a ballet company at nineteen years of age.

For a while, people looked down on Sakura, due to her babyface. However, while she may not have agreed with her parents on everything, she'd seen how useful their cutthroat business styles were, and she made merciless use of that. She'd long had her career plan written up, going from ballet school, to professional dance, to retiring, and running her own ballet company. Her colleagues quickly learned that under the babyface their lay a woman without mercy or yield. She didn't take long to become a prima ballerina, and ever since, she's been looking to make her ballet company as successful as she possibly can. Even though she is the prima ballerina, not the owner of the company, everyone in the company knows exactly who the driving force behind the company is.

Recently, she's became a regular at the Reddox Lounge, however, she does not have much interest in the men who work there. She goes because a number of the other ballerinas in her company have started going, and they need a designated driver/babysitter. Sakura often has trouble purchasing alcohol, so she's the perfect candidate.


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So begins...

Sakura Hisakawa's Story

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Kenny Reddox

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Kenny heard the loud noise of his alarm clock go off. He sluggishly reached over and hit the Snooze button. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, looking at the time. It was 2:30 PM. It was Saturday, and his bar didn't open until 5:00 PM. "Guess I better get up..." He yawned as he got out of bed tiredly.

Kenny took a quick shower, along with spraying some cologne and getting dressed. He grabbed and apple and munched on it, eating a little snack as he walked downstairs to his bar. He threw away the apple core and wrapped a white apron around his waist. He grabbed a rag and washed down the bar, making sure everything was clean and ready for his guests.

He sat on the bar, drying a wine glass as he stared out the window, watching all the people pass by. He sighed to himself, as he was still a little tired, but waking up slowly. He organized menu's and smiled as he saw the 'Special' drink that he made for his fathers friend.

It was around 4:50 and he knew his hosts would be coming soon. He thought he saw some of them pull up in the parking lot so he went ahead and flipped the closed sign to Open. It was usually about 5:30 when customers would roll in so he wasn't worried.

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For the fifth time that day, Sakura huffed at the other ballerina's poor practice performance.
"It's simple." She said, crossing her arms. "A balançoire into an arabesque, from that a brisé to five Fouetté." The other ballerinas groaned at the intensive choreography, and their equally intensive prima. Sakura drew herself to her full, if unimpressive, height and puffed out her chest.
"Ladies, this show is in three weeks, and there will be people from other ballet companies watching. Your dancing will represent our company, and therefore will dictate our company's reputation-- What?" She snapped over her shoulder, as a meek looking man in a tweed jacket scurried over to her. He flinched at the sharp tone the ballerina took, and held out a few sheets of paper.
"T-The list you asked for, miss Hisakawa, of the people attending?" He stuttered. She took the paper with a nod, and the man retreated, almost knocking over the choreographer, who had been standing well clear of Sakura's rant. Sakura began flipping through the long list of names, taking note of the names she recognised as important to the company.

She waved her hand to indicate a break to the other ballerinas, many of whom sunk to the floor with relieved groans. The choreographer sighed and relaxed as well, wiping his gnarled old hands over his face. As she walked to the corner, she heard them start to chat amongst themselves.
"Wasn't that guy the owner of the company?" One asked.
"Oh, I forgot, you're new. Yeah he was." Answered another, more familiar voice.
"Is Sakura his wife or something? You'd think she was his boss." The first one said. Sakura felt the sensation of someone glancing surreptitiously at her back. The prima studiously ignored it, and continued going through the list.
"Nah, Sakura's gay, she just has that effect on people. She may be small, but she's deadly if you cross her." Came the response. Sakura stood a little straighter, proud of her ruthless efficiency, and proud that her fellow ballerinas knew it.

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Markie strode full of his usual pep and enthusiasm into the Lounge. Walking in he called out hoping Kenny would hear him, after all Kenny was the man who took him in when he needed help most.

"Kennnnnnyyyyy!" Markie giggled adjusting his hat and walking farther into the Lounge. Inside he spotted Kenny getting everything ready.

Oh sweetie are you ready to get it goin? Tonights gonna rock! Eh Ken-bo?" Markie asked nudging the older man with a wink and a pat on the ass. Laughing Markie walked into the kitchen and started up some delicacies for the usual customers. Markie loved working here, even more he loved working here with Kenny. Kenny meant the world to Markie. Markie had already decided to give his heart to Kenny, he just had to wait for the right moment.

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Kenny Reddox

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Kenny was bustling around the place as he heard the door open. He turned his head to see Markie, one of his employees. 'Ah, Markie's here.' He thought chuckling as Marikie was as energetic as ever. Kenny felt shivers run up his spine as Markie slapped his ass. He chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck."Ah..You youngsters, It must be nice to have so much energy." He commented, sounding older than he was.

Kenny hurried around to make sure everything looked ship shape. He entered the kitchen, grabbing the various supplies he needed. He stood behind Markie and reached above him, grabbing a glass he needed to put out front. He smiled down at Markie as he walked away whistling."Oi, Markie, mind making me an orange juice cock tail?" He asked as he began laying out menus and refilling the napkin holders."Oh, and don't put any drugs in it." He teased. A few woman entered the bar, chatting and sitting down. They giggled to themselves as Kenny greeted them. The host that they wanted wasn't their yet so Kenny entertained them.

It was nice until they began asking rather...*ahem* sensitive things."Kenny, Is it true that you're a real animal in bed?" One of the ladies giggled, embarrassedly. The other girl slapped her arm, but clearly enjoyed the question.
"W-Well....What can I say?" He scratched his hair nervously, making them squeal even more.

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Sakura read through the list, and listened into a much more relaxed practice session going on over her shoulder. Eventually, Sakura noticed the sound of ballerina's chattering about going home, or, in the case of a certain group, going to that Lounge.
"Hey, Sakura!" Called a familiar voice. Sakura tore her eyes from the list to see that the group that usually went to the Reddox Lounge were the only ballerina's left in the practice room.
"You coming?" Meghan, one of the secondary ballerinas, asked. Sakura nodded, as she tucked away the list.
"Someone has to micromanage your reputations." She stated. The other ballerinas laughed, though Sakura had only partially meant that as a joke. Their conduct reflected on the company, and, since many of those who frequented the Reddox Lounge were not ballet enthusiasts, it may reflect on ballerinas as a whole.

In a few moments, the group of nine ballerinas were out walking the streets, in their own clothes. It was fairly warm, so a lot of the girls were wearing sundresses or light fabrics, which made Sakura, at the back, stand out a little. She rolled her eyes as people glanced at the group and clearly presumed her to be someone's younger sister.

The ballerinas spilled into the Reddox Lounge, giggling amongst themselves about this or that host. Sakura efficiently herded them all into a booth, with a respectful nod to Kenny. She sat herself down and pulled out her list again, as well as a highlighter. She felt that she may as well get some work done before the night got going.

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Alaster walked slowly into the Reddox Lounge, late. He should've arrived at least an hour before. Old man Kenny won't care, especially if I bat my eyes and act real cute. Inside there were already some customers gathering, a few of his usual women were there.

"Al! Al! Come on over here with us, hehe!" A few finer dressed women called out to him from the corner booth. Al feigned a surprised face and made his way over to the three women. Only to notice Kenny being harassed about his sexual habits. Again. Then as Al sat with his ladies he heard some noise from the kitchens.

"Markie!"

"Ack!" Then there was a loud clanging from the kitchen followed by cries of pain. Alaster began laughing, a cackling laugh. He loved messing with the more feminine host whenever possible as it made him laugh. However that being said Markie was kinda cute.

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Markie listened as Kenny told the ladies about his more personal times. This caused Markie to turn beet red as he began making the orange-juice cocktail for Kenny he heard Al's voice shooting in causing him to jump and spill the cocktail on himself. Shit. Today was going to be a good day too until this happened. He was going to be all smooth and impress Kenny but no. A bunch of women and men were filing in, some ballerinas were coming in as well. Markie quickly wiped himself dry and made a fresh cocktail before walking out beside Kenny, setting down the drink and placing an arm around the man's waist.

"If you think Ken-bo here is animal... You should see me." Markie winked as they shot up squeals and cheers. Markie then smiled at Kenny before making his way over to his customers, schmoozing like the pro he was.

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Kenny Reddox

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After the girls had their way harassing him, Kenny noticed Alaster come in. 'Late..' He thought and stared at Alaster disapprovingly. His vision got distracted by Markie who had emerged from the kitchen with his drink."Ah, Thanks." He commented. He almost spit it out when Markie made his remark, causing the girls to squeal. Kenny was used to the girls doing on some BL every now and again. But, to Kenny that's all it was, a BL show for the ladies, he assumed Markie thought so too.

Even though he had hear rumors of the other hosts fraternizing with each other, as long as it didn't interrupt their work it was alright with Kenny. He had to admit it though, sometimes Markie could be really adorable, especially his clumsiness. Kenny walked off, standing behind the bar awaiting any orders the customers might give him. He nodded to the girl as the parade of Ballerina's flooded into the bar. Various other hosts arrived. and Finally everyone was there, all of them working and hustling around to entertain the ladies. Kenny enjoyed watching them most. Sure, every now and again he'd get a couple woman asking for him, but it'd only be once and it seemed like afterward Markie would walk them out, but then they never came back. It boggled Kenny's mind but he didn't think too much about it.

Kenny made drinks and hurried around expertly, but he still spilt a little alcohol on his hand. He lifted his thumb up and licked it off, not paying attention to anything he enjoyed the taste of the fine liquid.

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A motorcycle pulled up in the Reddox Lounge parking lot, a surprisingly short man astride it. He wasn't wearing a helmet, and clad in only a rather lax pair of blue jeans and a baseball tee. He turned off the bike and and locked it, walking kind of slowly inside as if he had all the time in the world. A rather lazy looking man, at least until he entered the Lounge.

"Hayashi Rei reporting for duty, sir!" The lad shouted, firing off a firm salute with a big ol' grin on his face. He was obviously Japanese, although his English was very fluent, and he only stood about 5'5 in height. His frame, however, was packed with a lithe muscle. No doubt he worked hard to maintain that level of fitness.

"Sorry I'm late, boss."

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Al watched as Ray came in, he looked pretty good, but that was to be expected. The way Markie and Kenny were behaving was disgraceful, lowering themselves as such in front of the women. Sighing Al began to hum a melody to his suitors, a low melancholy tune, a few women teared up as he did. Two of them leaned on him as he was sitting with them.

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Laughing after what he said was brutally interrupted by Kenny kissing him!? Markie turned red and he felt hot from his toes to the tip of his hat. Kenny wasn't even aware of what he had just done!! Markie stepped back laughing nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ha-hha... R-right well I uh- Ack!" As Markie was backing up he tripped and fell over landing on the hard-wood floor with a thud. His hat covered his eyes.