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soul_logs2012-05-29 10:52 am
bangtothebeat) wrote in soul_logs2012-05-29 10:52 am
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Characters: Kawakami Bansai and OPEN
Location: Danse Macabre
Rating: PG (Probably?)
Time: Late Night, Feb 21st
Description: Bansai isn't in the best of moods, because Takasugi is being a pain in the ass. He's still going to work, though.
It was a typical night at the club, and Bansai was just finishing up one of his sets. He could barely hear the voices of the clubgoers over the pounding noise in his large headphones, and his shades muddled the dark area enough that he could barely see their bodies gyrating against one another on the dance floor.
That was all well and good; with his master dealing with issues, Bansai had wanted little to nothing to do with the people of this city. In fact, he was starting to dislike the place more and more. He felt increasingly trapped within its walls, and the effect it was having on Takasugi could not be considered good, in his eyes.
He found it prudent to lose himself in the music; it wouldn't be good for him to resort to something drastic.
His set ended, and without a word to anyone nearby, Bansai descended from the stage, heading for the side door. He needed a cigarette.
Location: Danse Macabre
Rating: PG (Probably?)
Time: Late Night, Feb 21st
Description: Bansai isn't in the best of moods, because Takasugi is being a pain in the ass. He's still going to work, though.
It was a typical night at the club, and Bansai was just finishing up one of his sets. He could barely hear the voices of the clubgoers over the pounding noise in his large headphones, and his shades muddled the dark area enough that he could barely see their bodies gyrating against one another on the dance floor.
That was all well and good; with his master dealing with issues, Bansai had wanted little to nothing to do with the people of this city. In fact, he was starting to dislike the place more and more. He felt increasingly trapped within its walls, and the effect it was having on Takasugi could not be considered good, in his eyes.
He found it prudent to lose himself in the music; it wouldn't be good for him to resort to something drastic.
His set ended, and without a word to anyone nearby, Bansai descended from the stage, heading for the side door. He needed a cigarette.