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Name: Kioshi
Birthday: 4/10/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: Men, [Sex(but he's still VERY shy about it)], Pastries, Watching clouds, Vampires
Expertise: Listening, [reluctantly] obeying people
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
2/28/2006
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| "What? No, you can't be serious. I won't do it, I just won't!" Kioshi yelled, arms crossed, a look of stubborn reluctance on his face.
"C'mon. All you have to do is dress real nice and make sure everyone at the parties are having a good time. Think of it as being a host at a party. Bring people drinks and food, make sure they stay and maybe give you a few bucks for being so... host-y."
"Dress fancy?" The blonde haired male asked, arms still crossed, but he was more curious now that his friend explained the job offer a little better. Before, it sounded like a whoreing job, but dressing `fancy` and acting like a host didn't sound all that bad.
"You know, a suit. A tuxedo. Nice shoes, the whole deal. So, you'll do it?"
Kioshi searched his friend's eyes for any sign of dishonesty. There was none. Either the girl was telling the truth, or she had mastered the art of lieing. Kioshi could only hope his friend was being honest, or else he would regret agreeing to take the job. Which he did, and was soon provided with money for a suit and shoes and anything else he may need for the few parties he would be helping with.
All different. Ranging from dinner, wedding and for the first job-- a special party where Kioshi, as well as the other hosts, were required to wear a costume. Kioshi's initial conclusion: costume halloween-y party.
~ Later ~
Kioshi found himself manning a door of a hotel in a cat. A cute cat. A cat who was extremely annoyed. This was no ordinary party. Everyone wanted to touch! And... and... Kioshi glowered at the floor. "I swear..." The next time someone touches me...
[ Random. -shrugs- Whatever. It's an opening, isn't it? Besides, it's not like anyone goes with the first post anyway. -______________-;;; ] | | |
| OOC: Oh. My. Gosh. -kills self- I need to get off my ass and pay attention to my Xanga sites. D<
-determined stance- Starting with this one!
From today on, this site is now open! I want to roleplay my little uke. <3
And, for those of you who have visited this site, I changed my charries picture. d: | | |
| Haven't used this site in a while, I feel bad about that. I might begin using it again, since it's summer and all. If, of course, I can think of something to write. | | |
| Kioshi sighed as he stared up at a college school building. It had been a while since he had even considered going to college. But his mother insisted on his looking at a few. "I'm not even old enough yet, geez!" He huffed as he walked inside, a bag full of brochers, papers and pens hanging from his right shoulder. There were a lot of students at this college, he noted as he walked through the halls, searching for the main office. His high school uniform made him look out of place, which meant he got lots of stares. Even some linering stares. Kioshi had to wonder why that was. Was it because his shirt was partly unbottoned? Or his hair was a little dishevled from the wind?
The boy shrugged it off as he had more important things to worry about. That would be the fact that he was lost inside a huge college campus. Kioshi sighed. "This sucks."
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