Al the life of the famous. Assumed to be all glitz and glamour, well - you've got it wrong. There are scandals abound, and plenty of people trying to get their fix.
We are an animanga based roleplay, placed in one of the easiest countrys in the world to become famous - Japan! Welcome to GET MY FIX!
you keep me running back, running back. this time it's not ending well.
arms folded and legs crossed, eighteen-year-old teru mogami currently had a very noticeable scowl on his face: a scowl that was practically permanent to anyone that didn't know him. and truth be told, most people didn't, in fact, know him. not that he was guarded or anything. he was honest enough about his thoughts and opinions (a bit too honest perhaps), but it's also true that he absolutely loathed the idea of getting all chummy with just anybody; he never knew what 'nice' things to say. or rather, what society believed to be 'nice,' anyway.
not that it mattered. as if he would make an effort to change himself. people could just suck it if they didn't like him for who he was; must not even be all that, then, so he couldn't have missed that much.
emerald eyes snapped open at last, when he no longer felt the foundation brush against his skin, "finally," he said, letting out a sigh as though he had been holding it, "could've suffocated with all that time you needed." was that a look of annoyance or, perhaps, disgust? of course, nobody actually told him to stop breathing per se, but he couldn't possibly sniff in all of those powdery chemicals. he would probably die then and that wasn't about to happen. not when it almost did when he was a child.
he waved a hand in the air to dismiss the makeup artist; not even his makeup artist because apparently nobody wanted to work with him when he was basically a, excuse the language, 'fuck up.' "alright, thanks, but you can go now. byyye." gaze flicked to the mirror so he could send even more irritated glares at the man. well, before he had to turn around and look for the hair stylist, anyway, "i need my hair done asap so, please, can we hurry up and get it over with? unlike the rest of you, i don't want to run into that anami guy when i can go wander around instead; bad enough that we have to spend the rest of the day together, if you catch my drift at all."
haru anami so sorry about the wait, friend! lemme know if ya want anything changed!! <3
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Last Edit: Jul 19, 2016 0:58:13 GMT 9 by teru mogami
Oh god, oh god, oh god! This was going to be Haru's first commercial with another actor like himself and he was running late. The actor he was going to be working with was Mogami Teru. The name sounded familiar and he could faintly remember Mogami at other commercials he did in the past. Even though that was years ago, Haru still wanted to make a good impression. But, how was he going to do that when he was running late? Oh, he is such a fool.
Earlier in the day, Haru had been shopping around for food and bento boxes. He planned on making lunch for the both of them. He was a pretty decent cook so he was confident in his abilities to make the perfect lunch. The problem was he didn't know exactly what this guy liked. Chicken? Fish? Did he want tomatoes? Kiwi? Blueberries, perhaps? Haru had no idea so he decided to go with what anyone liked and hope for the best. Making the bentos ate up his time. He would have continued making them too until he got a call from the producer of the commercial asking him where he was and why wasn't he here yet.
Haru and his precious bentos both made it to the studio with enough time to get his makeup and wardrobe done. The commercial they were shooting was for a popular brand of water. As such, the producer wanted to showcase the brand of water as well as the actors in their adorable sports attire. Once the makeup artist finished applying the final touches, Haru caught sight of his yellow haired partner.
"T-Teru!" He called, jumping out of the seat and making his way over to him. "Ah... uh... it's nice to see you again." His cheeks began to turn a faint red color. "I-I brought lunch in case you get hungry. B-But... you don't have to eat it if you don't want...." Oh geez. He could have executed that a little better.
Post by teru mogami on Jul 21, 2016 14:13:36 GMT 9
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you were always the worst thing about me
you keep me running back, running back. this time it's not ending well.
he could've cringed, big time, when the vaguely familiar voice of haru anami hit his ears. "christ almighty," he complained aloud, eyes wide due to the instant pang of annoyance. "just look at that thing."
of course, he never actually turned his head or anything. he had caught the other boy through the corner of his eye but didn't feel the need to face him. instead, gaze merely flicked up to the mirror before him: the mirror he'd been staring at while the hair stylist worked away. "can't say the same back, so sorry. and, it's 'mogami,' preferably with a '-sama' at the end; try not to sound so casual since we don't exactly have a friendship going on." he offered in return to the greeting. an eyebrow arched, then, as he lifted and briefly waved the phone he was focused on prior, "what do you want? make it qui-" a pause, and his gaze slid to the bluenette's hands in search of the 'lunch' mentioned.
the pause continued, and teru finally turned his head... but not towards haru. rather, he looked to the staff of the studio, his phone-holding hand gesturing to his soon-to-be-temporary-coworker/costar, "is this for real? did any of you-" he blinked, and emerald eyes suddenly narrowed. gaze finally snapped to haru at last when he came to a sudden realization of sorts, "is this some sick way to get all chummy with me? because first of all, incase you haven't realized superstar, lunch will be provided without your concern. and second, you're not a girl in love. who're you to go around offering lunch to some guy you've barely even met? well, unless you're actually trying to play some sick mind game then in which case, save it. we're shooting that dumb commercial and that's it. no more than that, and no less than that."
the long-winded rant, of course, only caused the staff workers around to furrow their brows: 'what was that for;' 'it might be best if you apologize, mogami-san;' and other similar lines were quickly heard. but teru only scoffed as he continued to glare at haru.
Oh no! Teru was absolutely right. It was wrong for Haru to call his coworker on a first name basis. He just assumed it'd be alright because they had already met in the past. Before he could apologize and address him the correct way, the blonde continued to talk but there was a pause. He turned to face the staff behind Haru and address them instead.
It wasn't long before Teru's gaze met Haru's frightened one. He started to speak to the blue haired boy, accusing him of things he had no intention of doing in the first place. He had it all wrong. Haru only made the lunch as a friendly gesture. He wanted to say thanks for not only putting up with him but being his temporary partner. He wasn't trying to pull anything. And he certainly wasn't in love with the guy.
"I-I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to offend you.... I just thought I could offer you lunch as a friendly gesture. I-I wasn't trying to pull anything. Honest!" He spoke softly before holding his head down. "I-I'll leave. Sorry Mogami-sama...."
There was no point in trying to prove himself to Teru when he wasn't going to believe him. It just wasn't worth it. Besides, Haru had to focus and get ready for the main event. As the blue haired boy left, a few of the staff workers asked the young man was he going to be alright. Some had even mentioned that Teru was a complete asshole. With a weak smile, Haru reassured the staff that he'd be fine and followed one of the wardrobe workers to change into his outfit.
you keep me running back, running back. this time it's not ending well.
the stuttered response made him want to lift his hand and smack the armrest of his own chair. or kick something. that usually helped calm him down. "ah," cue eye roll, "at least you still have some common sense left; unlike everyone else here who is absolutely okay with an idiot who can't even show up to work on time." though the fact that haru did in fact add a certain honourific to his name, only served to somewhat annoy the blonde (despite being the one who asked of it). did this kid have no pride? right brow began to twitch slightly as his gaze returned to his phone.
"yeah, nice going," he said as he browsed through his inbox, voice loud enough to drown out the whispers from his own ears, "crying and slobbering all over so people'll comfort and pay attention to you." and he said he had no ill-intentions. the blonde sneered. well, there was one thing the actor wasn't so good lying, he supposed. but then again, why wouldn't he pretend to be bad at lying? it was an endless cycle of mind games, really.
sliding off of his seat, the eighteen-year-old stepped outside the studio and proceeded down the hallway. there was still time before the shooting began. might as well grab himself something to drink before the catastrophe, right? he stopped at the vending machine in the corner and pulled out his wallet from the back pocket. a can of coffee fell to the bottom once a coin was inserted and a button was pushed. he then repeated the same gesture for a juice box.
with the two drinks in hand, teru returned to the changing room.
"where did you go, mogami-kun-" came the voice of one of the staff workers as teru walked pass.
"pretty sure it's obvious to even a blind person," was the response as the blonde continued walking. he settled back down in his chair and the same man followed as he picked up a bag from the side. the man soon noticed the juice that teru had left before the mirror on his own counter.
"oh! is that for haru-kun? how nice, you were really just a bit nasty to him earlier-"
"are you dumb? it's for myself." said teru with an arched brow before he went back to sipping from his coffee. "he's the one with the money to treat everyone else, i'd think."
As haru was changing into his sports attire, the wardrobe assistant stood outside the door skimming through the script of the commercial. "Anami-san, it looks like for the final scene you and Mogami-san will be in it together. I know it isn't my business to voice my opinion but maybe you should ask the director to change that. I mean, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near that ass." The girl spoke with a sigh as she flipped through another page.
Haru walked out of the room and shook his head. "It's fine," He smiled, "It was my fault in the first place." Even though the guy was a jerk, Haru didn't see it that way. All he seen was his partner having a bad day of some sort. He was sure by the end of the day he'd be able to talk to him properly over the lunch he brought. There was no way Teru was being serious, right? He didn't mean all of those hurtful things.
"Anami-san...." The girl trailed off, not wanting to break the truth to him. "Ah, here's the script. I also believe the director is looking for you and Mogami-san. I think he wants to go over a few things before the shooting begins. Good luck." She held out the script for the blue haired boy to take.
"Thank you." He took the script from her hands and returned back to the front of the studio over by the shooting area. Haru looked at the different sets and seen his part would be on a tennis court. However, he couldn't figure out what set him and Teru would be on. He just hoped when the time came for the two to read their lines together, everything will run smoothly. Haru was sure he'd be fine but he wasn't so sure about Teru.
"Yo, I need more lights over here! Bring the water bottles! Push that back a little! And where the hell are my actors!? The shooting starts in twenty minutes!!" The director barked as he rubbed his temples.
"I-I'm here!" Haru announced and took a step forward.
"Where's Mogami-san?" The director turned to look at Haru with a look of frustration is his eyes.
"Ah... uh... he should be here any minute now." He replied. Yeah, let's hope he'll be here.
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