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Thunderous love [21 Feb 2004|02:11am]

[ mood | drained ]

The world can fade away into thunder and passion. The door is there, set on stands and wrapped with silk roses. The dreary rain beats upon the window with a desperate tapping, drumming out an incoherent rhythm while the wind picks up the melody.

He does not want to go to his drums. Even now, Machi stands there, staring at them with blank eyes. They are pulling him, calling him, begging him to release his anger, passion, and tears through their workings. They are storm-sirens, and he the lusty Jove who must make them boom and sound.

The color has drained out of his already lightly-powdered face - powder and only powder today. His long red hair, held back elegantly in a waving ponytail, has let loose the perpetual wide chunk near his right eye. Hands that wipe moisture off on black jeans reach out towards the instrument; steps guide him towards his drumset and command him to sit. He obeys with hesitation.

The storm is picking up and beginning to utter a cadence from far off. At the distant peal of thunder, Machi's eyes gain a sort of distant, hypnotized clarity, as if he saw a glimpse of another world. He lifts his drumsticks.

It is with hope of relief that he begins a simple beat. If he should tire of it, he would be free... and yet... if he lets his fingers dance, he will be alive. He begins to drum somewhat more powerfully to overcome the noise of the rain. As he drums, his thoughts wander again to the worries of his night.

He can feel the end approaching. The Elysium of Lareine cannot last
forever... but the end need not be now. It need not be soon. It can hold together, but he can feel its murderer closing in fast... a murderer he still yet loves as he loves the others...


Machi is unaware of the drums' command. As tears threaten to well in his eyes, he unconsciously picks up the pace of his beat. The thunder rumbles outside as if in competition, but Machi is unrelenting; he lets loose the torrent of his rhythm-song in heart-thumping tribal cadence that is far more its own music than back-up for a song.

His vision flashes and he can see and feel the warmth of fire, the passion of dance, the whirl of skirts, the sweat, the breath, the pain and the delirium. His hands move effortlessly, mindlessly from note to note, and they puppet him far more than he is their master. But the thunder still challenges, and so Machi still strikes with sure and violent strokes.

The flash of fire, the scent of perfume, the beat of drums that echo the heart. A rose's light in ebony hair on a head that whirls in the chaotic wind fueled by the dance.

He can feel the trance becoming more intoxicating. He is lost, completely lost within his own anger and grief, unaware of the few silent tears rolling down his ashen cheeks.


Only the thunder answers his call, a thunder which he beats back with his song.


The rose is falling from the ebony hair and landing on the hot ash. As it smoulders, flickers, and withers, Machi can feel its burning pain throughout his breast.


His final note and the loud crack of thunder overhead simultaneously break him from his spell, his drumsticks slipping from his graceful, trembling fingers and clattering to the floor. He doubles over, gasping, his pale hand held to his chest, the fingers slipping through the red fishnet and almost clawing at the skin beneath as if they could tear out the searing, pounding agony within. His breath is fast, his eyes watering, and his skin moist with cold sweat.

Emiru... don't leave us. Not yet. That will be the end; I can feel it.

There is still time, after all. They have more tours before he could. Machi knows he has been thinking of it.

Calming his breath and his heart, Machi straightens and wipes a hand across his brow and fingers under his eyes. The powder smears off from the tears and light dampness.

He rubs his face again and it loses expression. Bending down to take his sticks, he puts them in their proper place before standing shakily but surely, composed but ruined, and walks as steadily as he can to the bathroom.

He certainly must wash his face. What a sight you are, Machi - not at all gentile.

10 prayer aria Can you hear?

[09 Feb 2004|09:35pm]

[ mood | confused ]

:: Klaha did as he was told, though he squirmed a little under mana's brush::

"yare, Yare, what was all that about Mana san? Did the girl scouts call? I hear they can be very agressive, especially in America!"

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re: ...what do you mean, 'you're not in the band anymore??' [09 Feb 2004|08:10pm]

[ mood | amused ]

Kozi snickered. "Again?? Did he ask if your nose is running?" He tried to keep a straight face. "Lets call him back and tell him that there's a band rehearsal in the bathroom of Tokyo Disney Land by the teacup ride. And tell him that we're all out of eggs and we need gummi worms. So he better bring them."

1 prayer aria Can you hear?

Re:..."What do you mean by 'you're out of the band'?" [09 Feb 2004|02:17pm]

((secret message to Mana: I was talking quietly on the phone just now because I'm in the school library and I don't feel like getting kicked out :F Just in case you were weirded out <3))


Tetsu blinked and took the phone away from his ear, staring at it like it knew what the hell was going on.

After a minute of contemplation, he realized that Mana had hung up on him.

..."Oh no you DIDN'T."

Hanging up, he quickly redialed, with a severe pout on his face. Ring ring ring ring ring rin--"Mana, I swear if you don't PICK UP YOUR PHONE AND TALK TO ME I WILL BUY SOME AUNT JAMIMA AN--"

"What do you want, Tetsu."

"Oh. You picked up. ...Um...GOOD. Anyway, I'm calling because my sister's having a baby shower. ...I need you to come with me and help me buy baby clothes. ...Because I assume that you'd be good at that. Soooo...pick you up at eight? <3"
1 prayer aria Can you hear?

Re: ..."What do you mean by 'you're out of the band'?" [09 Feb 2004|02:36pm]

((OOC: Got permission from Kozi to use him here. <3))

Mana laughed at the fact that Klaha was so nervous and patted his head as he gathered brushes and various makeups. "Don't be so nervous. We don't bite...much.", he snickered as he sat the man down in front of a mirror.

Just then his phone rang. He answered, holding the phone with his shoulder, styling Klaha's hair while the other person talked.

"Mmhmm...mmhmm...yeah...", he said gradually, stifling histeric laughter. As he finished Klaha's hair, he sat down in front of him to work on his makeup. "Yes, we'll take a box of thin mints, and 2...wait...", he hesitated to count the people in the room, pointing around with eyeliner, "Make that 3 boxes of peanut butter. Thank you!", he said as he hung up.

Kozi walked in with tea for Klaha and set it down in front of him. "Who was it?", he asked.

"Tetsu.", Mana stated simply. "Look up!", he directed Klaha and continued about his merry way.

1 prayer aria Can you hear?

..."What do you mean by 'you're out of the band'?" [05 Feb 2004|10:46pm]

((OOC: Hi guys. It's me. Tetsu. Imma cool guy. First post. I'm playing just a bit for Mana just so my post isn't all of one line, and she's cool with it so y'all best be gettin outta mah grill :F Anyway, yeah. Uh, glad to be here. ......*point* OMFG WHAT'S THAT? *runs.*))

Mana blinked as a muffled 'doodilllydoo' sounded from somewhere in the folds of his clothing and he reached about until he pulled out a flashing cellphone. Frowning a bit at the unfamiliar number that showed up on the caller ID, he flipped it open and put his mouth near the phone, uttering a quiet "Mana desu."

"Okay, seriously, here's what happened. I was getting out of bed and I went into the kitchen and apparently somebody forgot to buy more milk. And you KNOW I can't have my crunchberries without milk. So I put on some slipper and I was just going to run to the store really quick but on the way this chick pulls over and asks me if I've seen her cat. I say 'No, crazy hoe, go away I'm getting milk', but she keeps following me with her car so finally I was just like 'Fine, I'll help you find your damn cat!" and she pointed to this alley. So I went in the COMPLETELY OPPOSITE DIRECTION from the Quicky Mart and was all "Here kitty kitty..." and the HUGEST rabbit appeared out of fucking NO WHERE and it wanted a carrot! What was I supposed to do, right?? So I ran back to my appartment and hid in the shower, and that's why I missed practice. ...Sooo....'sup?"

Tet-SU! (godblessyou.)
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((OOC mod stuff)) [28 Jan 2004|12:46pm]

((Ok guys, made some modifications to the community. Kana left, so I removed her, and I removed anyone from the members list that isn't an RP journal. This doesn't mean that you can't see us on your private friends' pages, just that the community's friends page is now only for the characters. So no worries ^^

Also, welcome a new co-moderator, kozisama. She'll be the one to check the RPG mail and help me with decisions.

I'll gets to posting soon, just wanted to let you know what was going on. ^^

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What's Misery Without Kyo? [28 Jan 2004|11:16am]

[ Kyo's been alive the whole time, but, uhm. I never got around to posting because no one said OKAY EKYO, YOU CAN BE KYO. THANKS FOR YOUR AUDITION. So, I thought that I wasn't Kyo? xD A bajillion years later, I am told "YES, OKAY, EKYO, YOU CAN BE KYO. THANKS FOR YOUR AUDITION." and wee! @_@;; ]

Kyo stared down at the black ashtray full of old cigarettes, reaching over to brush the ash off the desk into his near by trash bin. As he watched it fall into the mess of crumpled paper and tissues, he wondered to himself.

"What the fuck am I doing here?"
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[21 Jan 2004|07:02pm]

[ mood | ecstatic ]

:: Haruna smiled to his new boss, trying very hard not to faint from happyness.::

" Sure, whatever would make the band happy. Though if I may give some imput, Black and white are my best colors I think. Sort of like a penguin..."

:: He smiled letting a slight blush be fall his cheeks. He asked the host if he may have a drink of tea to so sooth his nervous vocal chords and took a seat next to Mana. Mana could feel the man's shaking body, he was still trembling. ::

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[20 Jan 2004|08:52pm]

Days had passed since his evening on the town. Although the evening was delightful and he found young Kana's company calming and moving, he had found himself itching to get back to work on his final song for his first full length CD as a solo artist. He had bid Kana a friendly goodnight, offering to take her around the town again. The girl seemed flattered but had decided it was best to stay out of the city and up at her cabin for awhile. Gackt was disappointed, but understood an artists desire to perfect their work.

He sat on the living room couch again, nice and clean of all the staining red fluid he had left on it in his anger a few days ago. On the table lay a large glass of water, papers covered in music notes and lyrics, and a burning cigarette in the ashtray. He picked up the cigarette and brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply. A moment later, letting the tobacco settle in his lungs, he exhaled on a frustrated sigh. The final lines of the song had still not come to him. He was at a complete stand still.

Glancing down at the words before him, he sat with his cigarette dangling in his lips. He tapped his fingers in the rythm of the song before him. Tap tap tap. He paused, cocking his head to one side. He tried it again, this time switching around the cords that lead into the lyrics. He blinked and did it again. Then he quickly grabbed his pencil and fresh sheet of paper. Quickly his hands began writing down the new beat, writing every note he heard in his head. He scribbled on for six pages, the music just coming to life through his hands on its own.

After six pages, he stopped, snatching the written pages in his hands and running over to his piano. He sat down and slowly brought his hands to the keys. What came forth made him smile. He sat back, gazing at the notes before him.

With some fine tuning, MARS was ready.
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Auditions [16 Jan 2004|08:25pm]

Kozi watched Yu~ki pull out a cigarette, and out of habit, patted his pockets for his. 'At home...' he thought sadly as he failed to find them. 'Oh well.' He knew how Mana hated when Kozi smoked, anyway, so Kozi slipped around behind the couch to watch Mana sketch and steal one of his pencils to hold between his two fingers. The marionette watched him quietly, nodding, and held the pencil between his lips. Kozi looked down at the paper, and back up at the new vocalist. "Maybe his hair should be this length? It would frame his face well." He mumbled, drawing lines with his fingers on the paper, and glancing up at Haruna, looking him up and down.
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Auditions [16 Jan 2004|03:05am]

Mana smiled softly at Haruna's words, curtseying a bit. "I appreciate and respect a cooperative vocalist."

He took into consideration the name. "Mmm...Kuraku...I like the sound of it, but something doesn't fit...perhaps a variation of it?", he suggested.

As Yu~ki began to speak, Mana laughed. "Hey now! I'm not that bad!!", he giggled, playfully pushing Yu~ki. "Besides, if you're going to scare him with anything, tell him about that time I turned you into a bat!!", he snickered.

Still stifling a few giggles, he sat down and made a quick sketch of Haruna, leafing through the costume sketches he'd made months before. In the sketch, he suited him with what would later be his 'Saikai no Chi to Bara' costume. Continuing to look up at him, he sketched his face and applied a bit of makeup. His eyes became a little wider with approval.

"Haruna-san, would you mind at all if I tested a few things, such as makeup and hair?"

3 prayer aria Can you hear?

Auditions [16 Jan 2004|02:07am]

"hai, Haruna-san, you know when I joined my hair was down to my waist."

He nodded enthusiastically, one hand on his waist, the other digging into one of his pockets to retrieve a worn packet of cigarettes.

"In fact, Mana-chan made me shave off my eyelashes." He chuckled. "He almost poked my eye out with that razor."

Still smirking, he flipped the packet's top and pulled out a long, thin cigarette, placing it to his lips and delving into this pockets once more looking for a lighter.

"He tried to convince me to shave my legs, but I'm a waxing guy, as you know."

Yu~ki flicked the lighter's edge until a small flame appeared, holding it to the flammable paper and inhaling deeply as it caught fire, breathing out a large cloud of light grey smoke.
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[24 Dec 2003|02:03pm]

Haruna listened to every word Mana spoke with the upmost intencity. A little make up would beok, though he wasn't too fond ot the stuff. A Hair cut? He needed one desperatly anyway, he hoped beyond hope however that Mana didn't want his head shaved or somthing for wig purposes.

"Anything Mana sama thinks is best for my image, to enhance Malice Mizer, I think is bestr. I shall cooperate to the best of my ability"

Haruna bowed deeply.

"Also...I have an Idea for a stage name. How about "Kulak(clark)" or some variation of it. It is my favorite English name ^^
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Auditions [23 Dec 2003|05:00pm]

Kozi smiled, and stepped back as Mana examined Klaha's features. He snickered to himself, thinking over Mana's words. As Mana compared Haruna's debut into Malice Mizer to the Wizard of Oz, he broke into a giggle, and said in a voice that was falsely deeper than his,
"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!" He giggled to himself, and prepared himself for any glares/words/shoes that would fly his way.
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Auditions [19 Dec 2003|10:59am]

Mana laughed. "Eager, I like that.", he snickered.

He turned his attention to the matter at hand again, combing through a bit of Haruna's hair with his hand, deep in thought, studying his features from every possible angle. "Mmm...perhaps a bit of a haircut is all you'll need...your features are lovely and will look even moreso with a bit of makeup...you won't even need that much..."

Writing that down, he spoke while he wrote, "You are very regal...I really like that. We'll portray you as a prince-like type, but...you also resemble a vampire...so perhaps a bit of both?", he asked, making sure that was alright.

"Also...we may need to give you a stage name, if that's alright...most of ours are variations of our own names...exception being Gackt. And as much as I hate to say it, I think that's the kind we're looking for...something...otherworldly. With a 'Where on Earth did he come up with that?' kind of feeling."

"Also...", he looked up, "I may want to warn you beforehand...we want our next vocalist shrouded in complete mystery. We want to keep the fans on the edge of their seats trying to guess 'Who is that beautiful voice?', and to have those that said we could be nothing without Gackt to kick themselves in frustration. So we want it like a game for a little while, at least for a few singles...kind of a 'Wizard of Oz' kind of feeling, where you wonder where the voice is comng from. Except this will be an exceptionally pleasent surprise, as you fit us in every way we always wanted, I think. So is it alright with you if we do that? The "Grand Unveiling", if you will, is going to be amazing."

He awaited a response, hoping he hadn't offended their new vocalist.

1 prayer aria Can you hear?

[18 Dec 2003|10:47am]

[ mood | excited ]

Haruna couldn't believe his ears, could it be, did someone finnally want him in thier band? He did his best to keep from giggling like an oer excited school girls and bowed deeply to his now fellow bandmates. "Thank you allfor your compliments. This is an honor that I cannot begin to express. I would be glad to work on my image now, if that is what everyone wishes to do."

What ,more was there to say, he was in Malice Mizer, Gackts band...The thought of that level of famousness nearly cuased his knees to tremble. He then turned his full attention to Mana,as HE was the leader and all.

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Auditions [16 Dec 2003|10:23am]

Mana gave Yu~ki a look at the comment about nothing in the band being his, but figured it would be best if he mulled over that later with Kozi.

Mana stood, calmly and gracefully, extending his hand to Haruna. "Then welcome to Malice Mizer.", he said with an inviting smile, "We are more than happy to accept you into...", he trailed off before putting emphasis on the next word, "our band.", he said warmly and confidently.

"As for your image, and our new image, would you like to discuss that another day, or would you like to skim through it today?"

Can you hear?

Auditions [16 Dec 2003|07:11pm]

Yu~ki stood still through the performance, head lowered as his mind devoured every note of the man's voice. The sweet highs and lows in the song blended into each other beautifully, his voice seeming to harmonise even with itself, as Gackt's had when they first began. Slowly he allowed both the music and Haruna's voice to become one, each note perfectly coupling its musical partner, coming together in such a way he hadn't heard truly in years. The man's tone was deep and senuous, something which he knew suited most of Mana's half-composed music beyond description, and he imagined the same dark yet gentle voice accompanying what he believed was to be their best work yet. Barely able to find a fault during the entire performance, as the song ended he was silently sad he had spent so much time analysing, having missed several minutes of simply listening to the honey-sweet sound that he knew was to become that of their next vocalist.

Both Mana and Kozi commented, their responses reflecting his own, and as his turn came to speak he was unsure exactly of how to phrase his own opinion. Taking the weight of his body off Haruna's shoulder, Yu~ki simply smiled at his two fellow band members, and he who was to be the third. "Your voice.. astounds me, Haruna-san. Whether gift or talent it's something I will never regret accepting, nor forget, no matter how many years Malice Mizer continues." He laughed briefly, looking up at Mana. "The final decision of course is not mine, as is nothing in this band, but.. I believe you understand my vote, no matter how badly I phrase it."
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Coffee and Flowers [15 Nov 2003|09:49pm]

[ mood | peaceful ]

The morning is bright and slightly crisp, but inside the small cafe, everything is pleasantly warm. A soft, golden light filters through aged, sheer curtains on the windows while very softly in the background plays the music from a single violin. Not at all orchestrated - the kind you'd imagine played on a street corner.

Only this must be a recording. The thought is both sad and amusing at the same time.

There is a corner table near the window upon which the sun shines brightly, lighting up the cut flowers on it as if they glowed internally. A single porcelain cup steams filled with some dark, sultry mixture of coffee, chocolate, and cinnamon, while a single pale finger with a shining nail of deep red traces laps around the rim.

The figure sits just out of the brightest glare of sunlight, shaded by the wall near the window. His other hand, covered in a half-glove of black lace as his other hand is, rests gently on his velvety, red-skirted lap. The deep red of his slim dress is offset by the white of his shoulders, covered by wide-spaced black lace until mid-neck, where it reaches a black choker from which dangles a rose of deep red metal and pearly, reddish-pink petals.

Jewel-like, full, ruby lips tip at some internal amusement, and then part demurely for a sip from the mixture in front of him. MACHI brushes his waving, curling locks of red hair from his pale face and smokey eyes, looking out onto the street with a sort of detached elegance.

The simplest pleasures.

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