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Nakamura Chiharu
I'll give them shelter, like you've done for me

Tower of Babble [c] on Feb 1, 2021 1:48:50 GMT

詰まる Tsumaru

Demisexual

Single

7

0

Feb 11, 2021 0:28:01 GMT

Selene

A vibrant cityscape glows brightly against the moonless sky. It’s cold. Chiharu shoves her hands deeper into her pockets and her chin further into her coat. Her long ponytail spills out on her shoulder, but with the prim and proper long off the streets, nobody gives her a second glance. Except, of course, the advertisers. Dressed far too thin for a night like this and smiling far too wide for a job like theirs, they pull on Chiharu’s arm, offering warmth for the night. She politely removes turns down the first few, carefully removes the next, then eventually resolves to ignore them.

Instead, she turns to read the signs she passes. It wasn’t often she found herself in these streets, and certainly wasn’t often enough for her to know the locations. She looks to street signs and shop names, hears soothing managers and tipsy customers. As she passes intersections she knows, Chiharu starts to build a mental map of the place. Who knows when she might need it again? Many bars and several nightclubs later, Chiharu finds herself at the base of a particularly tall building. A tower out of a fairy tale, she absently thinks to herself.

Chiharu pulls a note out of her pocket. This was it. Fourth floor, the paper says. To the fourth floor she would go. The girls outside welcome her, excited to have brought another ‘dear customer’ in. Chiharu merely nods to them before heading up the stairs. But even this action seems to be more than enough; they wave her along and happily head back to their spots.

Chiharu shakes her head. Of all places, it had to be here? Then again, if history was anything to go by, it was more surprising she hadn’t needed to visit the red-light district before. At any rate, her target this time left her no choice. This drug ring had appeared almost overnight – which was obviously impossible. That they eluded Tsumaru for so long was concerning; that they were determined to crush a group supported by the Family was alarming. It had taken them months to trace the activity back to its apparent leaders, and even then they were grasping at mere shadows. Here however, promised more clues. At least, that was what Aki claimed.

She arrives to a rather cozy hall. Something about the lighting whispers home. Looking around, one might have forgotten where they were. Chiharu stops only for a moment, before seeking out what she assumes to be a receptionist.

“A friend of mine arranged a meeting for me. It should be under the name Shun?”

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あなたには僕が見えるか？ "Can you see me?"

Tower of Babble [c] on Feb 10, 2021 5:31:48 GMT

詰まる Tsumaru

Pansexual

Takahashi Hikaru

12

1

Sept 12, 2021 21:13:31 GMT

Cai

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The woman behind the reception desk holds a certain mystique; the aura and eyes of a fox as she greets Chiharu with a tone as smooth as the finest silk. “Shun, Shun… Ah; here we are,” she coos as her fingers pause their graceful roaming down the evening’s roster in her hands. “Please do enjoy your time with our Hydrangea; I’m certain you’ll find him to your liking.” A soft giggle punctuating her words; and a rather misplaced knowing grin flashed to the young woman; clearly not privy to the nature of their meeting. “Room 406, Shun-san; he’ll be expecting you.” [break][break]

The indicated doorway certainly holds a welcoming air; the door itself a relaxing powder blue; adorned with a wreath coated in a bushel of blue fabric hydrangeas. There’s no doubt that this is, indeed, the correct spot with the moniker she had been given. A soft chime fills the room as the door is opened, the scent of vanilla and jasmine wafting through the space. The scent is light and gentle; enveloping the senses while not overpowering them.[break][break]

At the sound of the chime; Hydrangea swiftly rises and bows his head in greeting; ashen curls falling into his face as clouds framing soft moonlight. The moment his head rises; chiharu finds a pair of vivid blue eyes staring back at her--reminiscent of the neon signs that adorn the buildings in Kabuki-cho. He is dressed far more conservatively than one would expect from a courtesan. Very little skin is showing; an outfit that could be described as French formal; a button-up white blouse adorned with a simple black ribbon around the collar in lieu of a tie; loosely hanging down over black slacks. [break][break]

“Welcome; thank to come. Please, a seat,” the boy coos. His voice soothing and airy with a slight rasp as if he’s only just awoken from a slumber. He has a painfully apparent American accent tinting his broken speech. The young man takes a step back and ushers Chiharu into the room; he looks far more like a doll than a living person in the soft lighting of that room. The space is beautiful and relaxing; designed specifically to ease clients into a comfortable state where lips and muscles can more readily be loosened. There is a slight sinister tinge to the aura of that place; far less towards acts taking place in such a seemingly warm room.[break][break]

He leads Chiharu over to a small sitting area; plush cushions upon the floor; and a table holding a sketchbook and a teapot of freshly brewed Matcha. “Pleasure. Named Hydrangea; what to call, sister?” He asks; while folding his hands in his lap; thinking over the minimal information he’s been given on his guest’s visit today. Information on Tanaka-san; and potentially a few suspected Aijiwau members thought to be involved in a drug ring. [break][break]

Em had picked up quite a bit through these past sessions; locations and types of drugs circulated. The men and women who came to see him frequently liked to brag, to tempt, to flirt… Sometimes dipping into their own supply and keeping their lips moving. The little foreigner didn’t speak well; so it was understandable that they would presume he wouldn’t pick up on what they were saying--but he has stored a great deal of information over his last few months working as a Tsumaru. Getting that information to Chiharu, however, could be a challenge. [break][break]

The young man appears rather formal; a quiet disposition. It’s clear, however, that he is watching and reading Chiharu’s every move very carefully. His eyes affixed to her; only darting in the moments that she shifts her hands. He doesn’t appear to be trying to hide this behavior; a sense of ease given to him by their shared family syndicate. She seems nice enough to him, if not a little… on-edge.[break][break]

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Feb 10, 2021 5:32:45 GMT

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Nakamura Chiharu
I'll give them shelter, like you've done for me

Tower of Babble [c] on Feb 11, 2021 0:28:36 GMT

詰まる Tsumaru

Demisexual

Single

7

0

Feb 11, 2021 0:28:01 GMT

Selene

Was she trying to fit with the atmosphere? Her eyes, her smile, even her tone were bordering spiritual. Chiharu gives the woman a strained smile, spinning her discomfort into faux embarrassment. If the woman thought she knew what was going on, there was no need to correct her. At least prying eyes and ears would have little to learn. Chiharu lets her face flush red. Nodding shyly and whispering a thanks, she scurries off towards the rooms, looking for number 406. When she was sure the woman's prying eyes were gone, Chiharu straightens up.

Door 406 is pale blue and adorned with the occupant's namesake flowers. Chiharu lightly runs her finger along the wreath. The flowers are still fresh, their gentle scent floating around her. Did everyone have such personalized rooms? She couldn't help but feel like she was intruding in someone's house. She raps her knuckles against the inviting wood. It seemed such an action was unnecessary, as a bell's chimes announced her arrival. She steps inside and shuts the door behind her.

If Chiharu thought the door was rather personal, walking inside might as well have been hearing a well-kept secret. The boy inside is beautiful, a strange sort of beauty that came stright out of a fairy tale. His eyes shimmer with some deep emotion, eyes like a tumultous sea where many have lost themselves. Without even realizing it, Chiharu found herself relaxing. Something about the room put her at ease, and if someone were to ask her later, she might say it was the gentle colors and inviting smell. It felt like home away from home. ( And in a way, wasn't that what it was? )

The spell ends with his broken Japanese. His painfully foreign accent breaks through his equally broken sentences. Chiharu finds herself wondering what the child was doing so afr from home. What drove him to this strange new land in such a hurry? The thought turns over itself in her head, but she remains silent. Even if she spoke, she wouldn't know how much he understood. Chiharu shakes her head and laughs at herself. How much could she expect?

"Thank you," Choosing simple words and shorter sentences, Chiharu follows his lead. "The pleasure is mine. Hydrangea is a lovely name. You like those flowers? I saw you had a wreath outside." Chiharu nods to the door. The small talk is both an attempt to put him at ease and a test of his language skills. After all, Chiharu's entire job revolves around communication.

"You can call me older sister if you'd like," She smiles lightly. "But Shun also works." A name for a name. It seemed neither saw a reason to give their real ones. Chiharu calmly pours them each a steaming cup of tea.

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