TFDC: Day Two -- Courage

Keji Bar
Tokyo, Japan
December 2014

It had been a quiet day for the Keiji, which Jian had earlier thought of as weird.

During December, bars would usually be packed, especially on the days leading to Christmas. A brief glance at his phone told him that it was only a few days until the holiday, and he had braced himself for a wave of customers. Surprisingly enough, however, the amount of people who came in and left was nothing too unbearable, nothing too stressful.

Jian found himself able to take a break every few hours, relaxing and stretching here and there while snacking up and eating when he earned the chance. Even after he finished his lunch, he was surprised to see that the guys running the bar didn’t quite need an extra hand or two.

Either way, he stuck around and helped out when needed. He would rather stay and help for the pay than stay home and rest up alone. Jian Lee was a people person – he liked surrounding himself with the company of people, liked talking to them and making them laugh, making them feel comfortable under this warm, accommodating gaze.

On that particular night, he was about to close up shop. Jian decided to be the last man standing, offering so to the manager, who had gratefully agreed.

The streets outside were quiet. He had just removed the apron around his waist and took off his black bowtie when the door had opened, the chimes alerting him of a new presence. “I’m sorry,” the person – a male – apologized, “Were you just closing up? I can find another if I need to,” he spoke quickly. Jian quickly put a smile on his face and shook his head.

“You can come on right in. Keiji’s always open to those who need it,” he offered kindly. The stranger cracked a smile and took off his hood, and Jian nearly froze on the spot upon realizing who it was.

Macmillan Thomas stared momentarily at the man at the bar, facing breaking out into its usual, carefree grin. “Oh. Long time no see, Jian.”

“Indeed. Have a seat,” the other replied, Mack gratefully taking the stool right in front of the bartender for the night. “What will it be?”

“Give me what you feel like making,” the American said a few beats after. He added, “You might if I smoke a bit?”

Russ' Updates #017: Good News and Breaks

Hi, Darlings!               

So Christmas break is finally here, and I’ve been resting up as much as I could lately. Oddly enough, I don’t think I’ve been able to recover from the two hours of sleep I had last Friday, haha.

Anyway, since Christmas break is here, that means New Years’ Eve is coming up soon! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, 2014 is going to end in a matter of nine days and that means a whole new year coming up for all of us. I’ve got great vibes for 2015 for some reason, and I hope that those good vibes are the good premonition kind of thing.

Speaking of good vibes – you night have noticed the words ‘good news’ in the title and are wondering why there’s good news and such.

help what is this happiness i've been feeling

Basically, results for the De La Salle University College Entrance Test (DCAT/DLSUCET) came out last Saturday, around 8-9AM. Although DLSU isn’t my dream school/first choice, I was still hella nervous because it was a freaking college, man – this is my future we’re talking about, huhu.

And then this happened:

Is it real, is it real????

Yes – I was able to pass the DCAT, meaning that I’m eligible for enrollment in DLSU in the case that I choose to study there! *throwing of confetti everywhere* Last Saturday was a really great day for me, since the past week hasn’t exactly been what I’d call amazing. But away from that, it practically lifted my spirits so much that I’m still uplifted – until now. I'm basically one big ball of thankfulness and amazement. 

So for the rest of the week, I’ll be continuing the Five Days of Christmas, as well as a couple of requests which my friends asked me to do. ^_^

I hope that you have a spectacular Christmas, Darlings! Enjoy the rest of the week. <3

Posts to Expect:

[x] Russie Writes: The Second Day – Courage 
[x] Russie Writes: The Third Day – Forgiveness 
[x] Russie Writes: The Fourth Day – Devotion  
[x] Russie Writes: The Fifth Day – Camaraderie

TFDC: Day One -- Intimacy

Noriko’s Apartment
Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan
December 2011

For once, Noriko had the night to herself.

Her manager had invited her to an optional party – one where she could associate with other models and other contacts, famous stylists and hairdressers and whatnot. The manager had explained that it could be a chance for her to meet others outside the company and break into the international world even more, but the girl denied the request and instead opted to stay in her home instead.

Everyone else who she knew was going. Kishi Yamanaka, one of her close co-workers, opted to look for a new partner in the pool of attendees. Asami Iwasa and Hisaki Yuasa, the Golden Couple of Seiko Industries, would be attending, naturally. Noriko had listed off the names in her head. Inari and Yuki, twins, were attending purely out of boredom. Natsume was one of the few who had called in sick for the day, stuck home with the flu.

Noriko shifted on the couch. A thought popped into her head.

Was Naomi going? “Don’t be stupid, Inoue. Of course she is,” she sighed.

Of course Naomi would be going.

Naomi Hirano, their most-requested for and constantly-featured model. Naomi with her bleach blonde hair and sparkly eyes. Naomi who, just like Noriko, moved out of South Korea to Japan in order to make a name for herself.

She and Naomi were good friends – maybe even good enough to be deemed as close. But Noriko didn’t know exactly how close they were. Perhaps close enough for Naomi to invite Noriko to that same event which was happening, but perhaps not close enough as to actually drag the short-haired girl there.

“Whatever.” She took a sip from the plastic cup, feeling the soda rush down her throat and give her a bigger jolt of energy. “Cheer up, Inoue. You’ve wanted this break for weeks. Claim it,” the model reassured, but it didn’t exactly work. At all.

She heaved a heavy sigh.

Perhaps she should have gone – followed her manager and rode off with Naomi in the blonde’s car, maybe have bits of fun on the way.

Was it too late to actually go? Her silver dress was still in the back of her closet; she could pair the thing with her favorite pair of heels and prettify herself in less than twenty minutes – how far was the building?

And in her clusterfuck of thoughts, she didn’t notice a sharp knock on her door the first time.

Launching: The Five Days of Christmas

Hello, Darlings! 

To officially start off the Christmas Break, I decided to do a little something for you guys (as well as myself because hey – gotta have some fun before school starts again).

So from today, December 21 until December 25, we’re going to be celebrating The Five Days of Christmas or TFDC. Basically, for each of the five days, I’m going to be posting an OTP short which involves Christmas as well as a certain trait which the OTP exhibits the most.

Oh my God I am so ready. SO READY.

It’s definitely not much, I know, but it’s the least I can do for this Christmas. ^_^ Additionally, from today until December 31, I’m going to be fulfilling a couple of requests my friends asked me to do. I already have two on my list and I can’t wait to torture their feels deliver what they want!

I hope you all look forward to this as much as I do. :D Expect the first short to be posted sometime tonight – and expect to see a familiar face make a reappearance… 

It's already pretty obvious. *coughs* #NaoKo

An Advanced Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to you all!

Ripped Bandages: A Squad A Short

A’s Home
Tokyo, Japan
2014

Peters had been the one to drive her home.

See, it was supposed to be Touta’s job to take the half-English lady home, to make sure she didn’t throw up all over and got to bed safely. It wasn’t that Peters disliked A, no, not really. The two had better relations after Peters’ accident. Admittedly, it was purely because he wouldn’t know what to do in times wherein a lady was drunk.

Peters knew what to do when his friends back in America were wasted. He knew that to do when Jake would have too much to drink. He would know when to stop a lady he liked from going overboard – after all, he couldn’t sleep with someone drunk. It would go against his personal morals. Although a flirt, Peters still had respect for those he dated and made sure that they were thinking straight.

Due to that, he had no clue on how he could handle a drunk A.

He needed a guide – like those ­Dummies series he frequently saw. As he parked into A’s usual parking space, he took out his phone and hurriedly checked his messages, throwing apprehensive glances to the side to see if she was still out cold.

She was.

‘I’m in A’s driveway now. She’s out cold. WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO?’

‘Calm down, Peters. Can you carry her in? There’s a spare key under the welcome mat.’

“Spare key,” he muttered to himself. “Shouldn’t be too hard.” Peters deftly exited his car, soon checking underneath the soft red mat by the main door. To his surprise, the key was there.

Unlocking the door right after, he went back for A and carefully lifted her, the girl over his shoulder. Peters easily carried her inside, noting that for someone in her early twenties, she was so goddamn light. The American closed the door with a small kick, locking it up and putting the extra key back under the mat.  

A made a small snuffling noise and Peters gave a curse as he navigated his way to her room.

Metamorphosis: Gifset + OCs

"People are never just two-dimensional. You need to look deeper

in order to discover who they are and what they hide."

Russ' Updates #016: The Final Attempt

Hello, readers.

I’m Zachary Regulus, also known as Zachariel Vasilias, and I’m here to report Arianne’s Weekly Update. Or as she calls it, her RussDate.

"She really owes me for this."

Aside from being your Featured Character for the month of December, I’m also going to be the reporter for the RussDates when Arianne doesn’t really feel up to reporting. It’s not a personal thing, I promise. All I can say for now is that she doesn’t want to give a diluted RussDate all because of her shitty mood.

Forgive my French.

Anyway, if you had noticed, she wasn’t exactly able to post half of what she had planned to post last week. That’s because our lovely Arianne – Russie – caught a bad sickness last Wednesday. Due to that, she missed around 80% of her third quarter finals.

Today, she was able to accomplish two of them, leaving six to go. Also, this week is pretty much her last week of classes for 2014. *nods* She’ll be busy with exams until Tuesday, will have an activity on Wednesday, and will be overnighting at school from Thursday until Friday.

What does that mean?

Well, dear readers, expect that by this Friday afternoon or so, Divine Elevation will be kicking up once more. Arianne has planned a small ‘celebration’ to kick off the five days until Christmas, which is from December 21 – 25, 2014. Expect a lot of Christmas vibes to flow around the blog by then.

Posts to Expect:

[ ] Russie Writes: A FC/UC Short [Zachariel Vasilias] 
[x] Russie Photoshops: Metamorphosis – A Gifset [Death Note OCs] 
[x] Russie Launches: The Five Days of Christmas 
[x] Russie Writes: The First Day – Intimacy 
[ ] Russie Writes: The Second Day – Courage

That’s all for today. Enjoy the week, and an advanced Merry Christmas to you all.