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You should already know my name, if you don't then fine, it'sHimiko Yamada Songstress 35 year old Night Club Manager. Why not come and have a drink and listen to a song or two?
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Come Dance With Me
who: Himiko & Jackson @viillaincoded
where: Abyss
when: Somewhere in the hours of the Night
Owning a club gave Himiko a gateway to meet all sort of people from all walks of life. It was one of the things that she adored about running Abyss. No single night was ever the same. Each person that walked through the door had their own stories, problems, pain, happiness and tears. Each came to the club to celebrate, forgive, forget, regret or well be a night in there story. No matter what anyone was going through, Himiko only hoped that Abyss could be the place that those who enter could just be. After all for her Abyss had been the place she'd made the greatest connections, her closest friends, business deals, the hottie that she kept her company at night.
Himiko really made sure that she was the hostess with the mostest. She didn't want to be some rich girl who owned a club. She wanted to be a face that people approached and talked too and heck she knew she was a lucky one. Each night she could slip into the crowd, be your best friend, a shoulder to cry on, the one who kept the party going or Songstress helping to keep the good vibes going.
Sure she had owned the club since she got her powers but maybe this was the year she upped the use of her powers. Play around and maybe get a little stronger with them? Hmm it was only a passing thought at least. But for now was one of the nights were she just didn't want to think, she wanted to have a good time.
Scanning the crowd looking for her victim of the night. Someone to keep her company, when she catches it. "Jackson! Jackson!" Himiko calls from the VIP section jumping up and down waving her hands that others were also looking at her and then into Jackson's direction! "Hey Jackson come dance with me!"
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Hold on to the Memories
who: Himiko & Hana @disruptedlogic
where: Himiko's Apartment
when: New Year's Day
Entering the new year with a messy apartment and Himiko did not care. There's glitter on the floor from after the party. Christmas light were still lite up, even when is January but this was her place and she made the rules. She was pretty sure she and Hana had dropped their shoes somewhere down the lobby. As Polaroids of them from the night before laid scattered on her marble floor. Some with strangers photobombing, others with friends who had also partied the end of 2023 with them.
New Year's Eve, for Himiko was about surrounding herself with her nearest and dearest whilst also pulling off an epic party for Abyss. No rest for the wicked is what they always say. How foolish would it be to not be at her own club on one of the biggest nights of the year or hold the biggest parties of the year? She knew that it would be a missed business opportunity. Abyss was her one true love after all. There was no place to be.
But come, January 1st, Himiko did the rarest thing she could. Take a day off. Not often was she away from Abyss but she knew the importance of taking some down time. December...December had been a heavy month with the buzz around EOs. Of course her backroom business, would have some effect with that. Needless to say, also discovering her best friend was back from the dead was an emotional wave to ride. Still, Himiko held it together, smiles, partying and Abyss along with the festive season. The women did not stop. Until now.
January 1st, in the a silkiest pajamas, feet up on her white leather couch under piles of blankets, legs entangled with her best friend, Hana and head resting on her shoulder. Snacks laid on the tape with the cheesiest romcom movies on the tv. A rare moment where Himiko came undone. "Happy New Year, Hana," Himiko mumbles exhaustion evident in her voice. Repeating the phrase even later in the day.
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"Thank you," Himiko whispers lowly, not wanting to be too loud over their oh so humble host had finally decided to make their speech for tonight. She squeezed onto her best friend's hand tighter, for own comfort and a well needed distraction. As she laced their fingers tighter together the more the host went on. Was it surprising? Partly no. Partly yes.
"A rather bold statement considering this is the opening of their New York Research Branch or something, correct?" Himiko tries to make some sound sense of it all. "Either something that might be true but..." she looks out of the crowd,"Or just some way to get some media buzz." Lying for media attraction was not something new. Something as scandalous as sure would spark conversation and tabloids. "I'll give it a couple weeks before we know anything that is if there is anything." She sighs clinking her glass to Hana's "Here's to not trusting either too!" Himiko downs the drink quickly, her hand still hold Hana's.
event 001. closed starter @herbrokenmelodies || hana & himiko .
in hana’s eyes, the night couldn’t have been going better. she was still on high alert because she didn’t trust anything about this gala. a room full of eos known and not known all invited to this didn’t seem like it was going to end well. she hoped her evening would go smoothly, but feared otherwise. there was no way that a night of endless drinking, food, and laughs would end well especially for her. a happy ending was never in the cards for her.
she had just come back with drinks for her and himiko when she heard the beginnings of a speech. she could feel her anxiety rise the longer it went on, and she grasped her best friend’s hand for comfort. hana wouldn't put it past cerberus to do something as sinister as this.
she keeps a brave face throughout the rest of the speech, but she feels sick to her stomach. “i’m sorry, but what was that exactly?” she doesn't have to get much closer to whisper to the other girl. “i wouldn't put it past them, but it's not like i’m going to trust either group.”
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Oh, finally had come probably the highlight of her night. All the judgement and opinions on people's attires had been playing on her mind tonight. Most the night she had to pay...gasp fake niceties to some of the most prevalent outfit sinners of the night. Oh how this had been mental torture having to bite her tongue, holding back brutal honest for the sake of holding face. Alas, though she had been saved by the gorgeous graces of Puppeteer, who of course decided to arrive fashionably late. What an icon. What a statement. An idea she wished that she had envisioned. At least by being early, she was able to have her own glory in the flashing lights with a possibility her look being in the Hot lists. She laughs at herself, like Himiko would ever be in the not list!
The two of them sat on the lounge chair, knowing fully well they were the best dressed bitches here. Whilst everyone else was well....basic. How could they deny them that. As Puppeteer pointed to another black suite, she falls back dramatically as an exasperated yawn leaves her lips,"How unforgiving. Such a lack of planning on the organizer apart. Yet another black suit to a black tie event...how uninspired. Where they even trying to be groundbreaking?"
Himiko scans the crowd,"About 43 with are in class B but do not even get me started on our S class list, truly some of these looks are sickening."
Swiftly, Himiko jumps to her feet and with the flick of her wrist snaps her fan open and begins to wave it towards Puppeteer as means to to keep them cool and collected. Whilst clicking her fingers at some of the staff to come clear up the shattered glass shards from the floor before the color red would be apart of their ensemble which would be a striking clash. And blood red had been so over done tonight. Like seriously, how many Agents were dressed like warning signs.
However she get back to the problem at hand. Her eyes follow the silver fox. What a statement. What fierceness and highest of brilliance. She didn't even care to think who they were wearing, rather how she could ever compare herself to such a fashion icon for the night. If these were the thoughts running through her mind, she could only imagine the gears twisting away in Puppeteers...who's look although a statement was pale in comparison. Himiko was sure that she could hear the tightness of their gritted teeth. Goodness, she knew she would have to choose words wisely as she braced herself for Puppeteers pending outburst.
She fans them more vigorously. Trying to draw her attention onto Puppeteer,"Mmm I do see, yes. It's....rather a statement." Himiko knew fully well that she meant it as a compliment and not a drag, yet hoping they would think it were.
pas de chat.
closed starter ft. @herbrokenmelodies. mentions of @mincedoaths ( dead ringer ).
setting: the ritz-carlton hotel, nyc.
timeframe: december 1st, 2023 / ~8:15 pm
summary: reyhan and himiko lounge and do what they love to do, judge outfits.
content warnings: none.
It is well into the gala, and Reyhan’s missed the opening, not that it matters, since they are a pupil of Virgil’s, and one grand lesson from the holy Maestro is never let someone else make your entrance. After the media horde swarms the B-listers who think that somehow being bit players in Cerberus Corp’s “real-action” TV gives them an excuse for talent, Puppeteer commandeers the stage with exquisite couture. Face-painted to account for the simple caged mask they wear that highlights the once-inured scar that adorns their visage, they preen in their cape, composed entirely of black, swan-like vegan feathers.
The Met Gala this is not; it’s a black-tie formal wear as requested by… who were they, again? Some tech start-up from Norway? Reyhan doesn’t do business; they leave that to their stuffy financial advisor at 1585 Broadway. Regardless, the dancer is less enthused that the invite isn’t personalized. However, they love a good reason to dress up and monitor their beloved out of costume. The gossip sites they’ve triple-checked seem to imply that all members of the Corp will be there, and who better to represent the Company than their brightest star? Oh, it’ll be a quintessential stage for Act Two in the triple-bill performance of Whirlpool and Puppeteer—
—Was what Reyhan had presumed the night would be.
Instead, the lovely Cassian must’ve been spirited away by a plebian in need since Reyhan cannot locate him anywhere, and it’s almost an hour into the event since their arrival. If it weren’t for a Commonwealth balanced in the poised net of their fingers, Reyhan would’ve checked out and gone to SoHo for a lustrous start to their December. The gala is an atonal affair, open ballrooms and liquor enough to put Prohibition back on the map, backdropped by some science displays that Reyhan cannot make heads or tails out of — a waste for the Ritz-Carlton since it’s dawning on Reyhan that these people, Enderson, was it? have invited just about anyone off the street!
“Songstress,” Reyhan sighs loudly to their conspiring conversationalist, pointing at some banal attempt at black tie, “I found another. When will people learn it’s perfectly fine for spezzato at parties? Now they’re no different from the waitstaff, who the event organizers also decided should dress in black and white.”
Songstress isn’t a staple of Puppeteer’s in-costume crew, but her alter ego, Himiko Yamada, is superbly useful in Reyhan Maximiliano Cisneros’ ascent to nouveau Club Kid status. They must thank their remarkable talents: a single touch and the body spills all truths. Himiko’s identity was as good as a read book once her limbs spoke to them. In comparison, Reyhan’s confident Himiko hasn’t put two and two together about their identity, and they aren’t hurrying to intercommunicate. Just like their laundry, Reyhan prefers to do it separately.
“How many do we have on our list for Class B for ‘boring,’ again?” Reyhan asks and swirls their glass before taking a sip. Their eyes jeté among the crowd coming in and how droll, another flood of inky, monotonous black — then they almost choke on their drink.
“What?!” Reyhan exclaims, springing from their lounge chair, veins tandemly leaping in their neck. Across the room is a certifiable silver fox [@mincedoaths; dead ringer] in a backless slit dress and an immaculate je ne sais quoi attitude. Reyhan has never wished more than to be… (gasp)… another person. They drop their glass to the floor, ignoring the shattering of the crystal goblet as the one in their ego breaks in Ligeti’s Etude No. 13.
“S-songstress. Are you seeing. What I am. Seeing.” The words manage to break out of the bars of their teeth.
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"You have me curious, what would it take for this gala to meet your high standards?" She could tell from what he was wearing, that he was a man of fine standing so his thoughts would not go amiss to what qualified a gala to be of the upmost standard. Consider it a little market research for any renovations she could use to upgrade Abyss. "Mmm there has been a lot of buzz around about the host."
Himiko takes a sip of the drink,"One of the biggest question of everyone's lips is how everyone received an invite for tonight's gala." A thought that only crossed her mind when the idol chitchat had bought it to her attention. Being an EO, clearly was the common thread between all guests here. So the man she was speaking too surly should harbor some great power too. Yet her interested did peak to know how it was known.
Evidently, it was anybody and everybody who was invited to this Gala. Not like the others she had previously attended when...well let's say politely, one would have to have a few dollar signs next to their name to be in attendance or have some great brilliance. She looks around at the dancefloor and it was evident people who did not understand the formal dress code. Her eyes had been scared to horrific outfits and cheap attires. Whilst others evidently had an air of sophistication as their outfits flowed with the theme of their masks. Some were fashion crimes that needed to be punished, yet that would be a whole conversation for a later time."As it does appears that allowed any riff raft into to this Gala. I wasn't aware it was a charity gala."
there wasn't much that dohyun expect to receive from this night. the lawyer certainly wasn't here for the food and drink, the venue, or the ambiance. but rather to figure out how and why he had been invited to a opening for a company that based all it's time and research on eos with most if not all guests in attendance being such eos in new york city.
he had taken to a drink early on from the bar to occupy himself with something as he had passed around the gala. dohyun was hardly interested in idle chatter that was common at these kinds of events. the masks on their faces added something to it he supposed, he was a fan of anonymity himself especially when it came to the far less legal aspects of his career.
nursing a glass filled with amber liquid of what he had requested to be an old fashioned, dohyun stood leaned against a pillar of the room. his eyes had gazed over the crowd, so many masks and it wasn't entirely easy to deduce whom was an agent and who wasn't. a voice pulls him out his people watching, his eyes clock the floral tones of her mask and the many colors on her dress.
dohyun merely shrugs in response, " truthfully i am a hard to impress and tonight hasn't met my standards. " he brings the drink up to his lips. " though i expect our hosts to surprise us. "
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"No half about it, take it as a whole fairy godmother.Kinda like what I always say why look at the cup half fall or empty, fill that cup that cup up and down it for another."Himiko gives her a playful wink,"So never ever see anything halves especially when I'm giving you a compliment about your shine and magic. Cause Sammy, you have so much sparkle...nearly quite literally!" Besties supporting besties was always going to be the way. There was enough bad energy in the world that would try and tear them down, as women who were building empires and living life, support, compliments and confidence could never really go amiss.
Playfully, Himiko gave her a little bow as Sammy took her hand to dance. "To the best of friends." Himiko echoes as she places a hand on Sammy's waist, taking the position as someone who will be leading the dance, even if Sammy was swift on her feet.
Ballroom dancing was something her father thought would make her quite the heartbreaker. At least Himiko remembered the steps, twirling them both in time with the music. Occasionally, sending Sammy out for a playful little dip and twirl, beaming brightly at her friend. "Don't mind the little twirling do you m'lady?" she teases while dancing slowing down the pace in hopes Sammy was not getting dizzy.
Sammy felt herself holding back the geneuine tears in her eyes. She quickly dabbed the corners of her eyes. The way she wanted to tackle hug Himiko in appreciation.
"I can only wish to be half that good as you are." Sammy said sincerely. For all the times sh was afraid to be herself because the dragon. And the all the doubts she might have had. Sammy is honored to have a besties like Himiko and Malee. If
"I would be honored for a dance." Sammy said gingerly holding Himiko's hands. "To the best of friends." Sammy did a curtesy and gave a wide grin.
For tonight she did feel like the fairest of them all.
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legacy : does your muse want to make a lasting impact on the world , or would they prefer for their life to fade away into obscurity ?
"Oh I will not fade greatly into the night, that is not the way that I want my legacy to be!" Himiko presents proudly,"I want the name Himiko Yamada to be on everyone's lips. Maybe from a kiss not being able to keep my name of their tongues. This is the one that I am able to be immortal forever, living on when my time has come to join the heavily party up above...or maybe I'm gonna be joining to be in the firey pits below. That's all subjective right?"
Himiko laughs as she takes a sip of her champagne walking about the empty dancefloor of Abyss."All of this will be my legacy. I want Abyss to be apart of everyone's stories. A place where memories are made, love is found, heartbreak, new friendships are formed. Abyss is about the darkest parts of you that you can bring to light in the night."
She sighs happily,"I know for sure that this is the one place that I have met the greatest people of my life....the ones who are family. The ones who add more sparkle and drama to my life. The ones....Abyss hopefully....it will be something that lives on long after I am gone."
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❝ i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to repay you. ❞ - kintan to himiko
"You're kindness is enough," Himiko told him, honestly and truly. She knows that she has to be professional, this was business! She couldn't let her insignificant feelings get in the way of her doing deals. Business meant that one had to rule with power like an iron fist. Showing any emotion meant that you were giving power away to someone else but everything lately had been welling up inside her. Her hands wrapped around herself, to steady herself and hold herself. Himiko knew the only person that really was always going to be there for her was herself.
Still she allows her emotions to take over, as the words spill off her tongue. "You have no idea what your kindness, your trust and loyalty means to me. You actually show up...unlike other people in my life. It is said but you seem more proud of me, more so than my own mother and father. Your kindness and being here is more than enough for me." Himiko keeps on thanking him.
"If there is overstepping I do apologies...I know there are talks about your family in the media and...I wanted to say. At least you are there for your family. Your children own you that much." she whispers,"You give them everything, a challenge should not be something that divides but I can see how you are giving them a drive to more on. My own parents do not care about the empire I have built. Honestly, this whole thing was to get me out of being an embarrassment."
She bowed her head a little to Kintan before raising her head up a little," I've said too much. I should be going now. Just... you don't ever need to replay me. This will be on me. Thank you."
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❝ if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? ❞ / jester to himiko !
Himiko stood stunned by Jester's offer to her. It took her a few moments to be able to compute what Jester was even asking her."Wait...could you please say that again..." she needed to make sure that she was hearing them right and not something her own mind was making up at her. Something about this offer felt like new and unchartered waters for Himiko, as her stomach twisted and flipped but in a kinda good way, not like the warning signs for her to stay away. All of it was so overwhelming.
"Sorry i just needed to hear that again," her voice breaks into a low whisper as she could not keep eye contact with Jester's wide eyes on her. "Just...no one....no one really offers me that and I don't know if you were doing it to be polite. But I'm kinda not use to people offering me their place to stay you know?" she chews on the inside of her cheek,"Maybe because you know I'm the spoiled rich girl, with the big luxury apartment but no one really knows how lonely it is being there all alone." Himiko confesses,"Wow I do sounds like a..." she cuts herself off not wanting to be that person.
She shakes her head snapping right back into her sense. Her usual Himiko smile plastered on her face,"You know what I'll take you up on that offer for sure!" Giving a playful little wink,"Just know that that none of us will be sleeping on the floor...or maybe sleeping that much."
And there she was being the fun Himiko that the rest of the world seemed to get on with.
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[ ◈ ] [ himiko ] makes a drunk confession to [ kyungseok ].
The drunken flush is hot and pink all over her face. She hiccups a lot, knowing that she had mixed her bad combination drinks of the night. Wine mixed with anything else did not always fall well for her. But tonight, tonight she just felt the need to get wasted and feel something. It was unlike Himiko to get drunk and be a sloppy mess. Yet here she was a hot mess with her favourite other hot mess, Kyungseok. Hehe, they were both hot, was all she could think about.
Until a wave of sadness comes over her, her arms are clinging around his neck to stand up straight. She thinks she's whispering but instead she was yelling loudly into his ear. Thank fuck they were in one of her VIP rooms, kinda alone, kinda not really as they bought a few hot people to party and drink with. Still, he was the only one her drunken self felt best to be around. "Listen, listen, hey listen!" Himiko squishes his cheeks, making him look at her,"Do you ever think about why beautiful, sexy people like us are always slutting it out," Himiko hiccups,"Because...because I do. I know why...why we beautiful, sexy, and super hot people do. It's because we are lonely. I'm so god dan lonely," tears well in her eyes,"Even...in the crows *hiccup* I'm so lonely. I'm not made to be loved. I don't....*hiccup* no one is going to love me."
Himiko cries a little more,"You are so lucky Kyungseok, everyone loves your hot ass! You're *hiccup* agent name has even got the word Love in it. Mine's got Stress!" For a moment she sobers up, eyes locking onto his wondering if he worked it out. Her drunken state takes over, as she presses a finger to his lips, hushing him,"Shhhhhhh, you aren't meant to know that I am Songstress and all the dark dealings and my backroom business *hiccup* oopsy daisy I guess you know now."
She pauses,"Wait, does this....hehe...does this make me one of the hot, sexy bad guys yeah?"
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[ ☎ ] [ dolly ] calls [ himiko ] in tears. // ):
"Hey girl hey!" Himiko answers a little too cheerfully to hear one of her nearest and dearest in destress. Her happy go lucky demeanour changes, almost as if her Songstress persona took over. How the sound of tears from Dolly bought a tightness in her chest, no one was allowed to hurt the people that she loved with all her heart. Nobody. "Now calmly and slowly Dolly, explain to me everything,"Himiko nodded.
Nodding and offering 'hmms' as she listened very carefully to find out the one person who made her cry. Himiko opened up her folders of clients who rented out her back rooms, just some villains or those who lived in shades of grey. Her eyes scanning the pages, ones with red lines under their names. The ones that owned her. And the ones that had been tripply crossed underlined, were the ones that were owing her big time.Maybe they could be the numbers for her to call.
"What...hmm I'm still here! Dolly, I'm listening!" Himiko reassures her,"When I said that I am there for you, please know that I am always going to be there for you!" As she presses the phone closer, Himiko started waving her hands at one of her staff members, tapping a name to get in contact with whilst the other motioned paying up time. Quickly noting down the exact information and handing it off to them to complete that little task. "That's what friends are for right?" She waves her employee away and smiles sweetly knowing her friend would be a little more at ease.
"So let's say....something in the universe were to of course happen to this person. Like Karma...would you want it happen, kinda like to know how you were feeling?" Himiko asks discreetly,"Oh why am I asking? Just you know the cosmic signs of Karma, right?" She laughs it off.
"Well you know what how about a girls night at mine?" Himiko suggestly. Partly to be with her friend but also she could use plausible deniability! Luckily for her, she knew had a few good lawyers on her books, for a just in case. "Honestly, anything you want, movies, takeout, the whole load! It's on me! Anything to make sure you are okay."
#musings┊her favourite position was ceo#ft.dolly#//an old one but it has been in my draft for a while and wanted to share it.#violence tw
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"All I'm saying is that this is a good look for you,"Himiko held her hands up in defense towards Hiroji She really had nothing to gain from lying to anyone about their appearance. Especially when it was from one hot person to another hot person, why deny that? "I think we are gonna have to work on your bite though. You'll get more flies with honey than with vinegar." She started to visualize if he ever did work at Abyss what kinda situation that would be like. Though he might not like her too much as a boss, since he was clearly adoring her right now.
Ignoring his protest because she was already behind the bar. The set was okay, certainly not the greatest but if one knew what they were mixing up, then all the possibilities were pretty much endless. She rolls her eyes a little, "C'mon you know for a fact that I'm more than perfectly qualified to be back here more than your ass! Besides, I literally have a bartending license which kinda does make me a professional," Himiko states,"But not to brag or anything." She was totally trying to brag.
She nods looking up at him,"Okay one it is. Don't worry it is nothing too crazy. Just to make a signature cocktail that reflects who you are, taste, style and a name." Himiko explains to him, starting eye up her options and ideas for her drink,"Just two hot people, making the best drinks of the night. Just some shits and giggles. What do ya say?" She leans against the bar suddenly feeling a little nosy,"Ooooo who are you waiting on? Tell me everything!"
The customer friendliness ( as friendly as it is coming from him ) immediately evaporates. A heavy sigh, his shoulders drop, and he shakes his head. He would recognize that voice anywhere, Christ. It had to be Himiko? Literally, anyone else thirsty? Anyone? Their eyes, however, were not him — they were on her. It was hard not to look at her. Bright colors and a dress that caught your eye no matter where you stood, a bartender is easily forgotten next to her bright glow. "Thanks. I'm working on a new look. It's called tell me what the fuck you want to drink." Nice little ego boost, though. He had wanted to look good — not necessarily for her company but Himiko had a good eye. A compliment from her went a little farther than most.
Unless she's joking. Crash and burn, rest in peace little ego boost.
"What do you mean a little —" & then she's suddenly standing right next to him. "Wh— hey. I don't think you can be back here." ( not that he should be back here. it was his lie, however! not hers!) He narrows his eyes slightly at her offer. Both sound like she has some little game hidden up her sleeve. He trusts Himiko — he likes her! It's just that both of these offers felt ... like a trap. He glances out to the crowd, looking for a plague mask and finding nothing. "One." He says, unable to just stay no to a little game. Himiko made it fun — if not a little skewed in her favor. "I'm waiting on someone, I can't just up and disappear."
Well, he can't disappear very far.
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Hearing genuine laughter tonight was a treat. Compared to all the forced dry laughter that came with petty small talk to network. Sammy's laughter was warming and natural which bought more of an ease for Himiko. Conversation between them could be real even when it was the sweetest.
"Thank you, thank you," Himiko flicked her hair playfully and posing around the way she had practiced in the mirror for a few hours too long. It always did wonder to her confidence when she was getting praised. At least she had to have been doing something right?
"Oh you better, fairy godmother because you truly are someone filled with so much magic and wonder," Himiko compliments Sammy. Though partly it is to reminder herself of her friend who was standing next to her, not the other side of her that she wasn't so control with, a part that scared Himiko. Yet her smiled beamed because right here, right now was the beautiful friend she knew and cared for. Fears could shove itself to the side, especially when they both good there looking this fabulous tonight.
"Titles go better when you have someone to share it with," Himiko bumped her hip playfully against hers. When she asked a question, she pressed a finger to her lips, scanning the room,"Hmm what can the cutest fairy godmother do for me? Hmm," She looks to the dancefloor,"Would you care for a dance?"
Sammy was laughing about a silly joke she heard in the background. It was an experience from being the planner to being the participant. Sammy wasn't used to the attention but for tonight she loved it.
Sammy was relieved to have so many hype girls in her corner, or she would have declined. Sammy did realize she did deserve the spotlight on her. And Himiko, one of her fabulous four was coming towards her. Sammy gueesedbecause only Himiko had that fabulous aura to her. And for tonight she could pretend the dragon didn't exist.
Sammy twirled with a bright grin on her face. Sammy smiled sweetly returning the gesture. Sammy's eye widen in excitement. "You go Himiko." Sammy said with a grin. "I knew you defintely like the title." She smiled. "What can I , the cutest fairy godmother, get you?" She said with a curtsy.
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"Yes four!" she defended as she held onto the glasses tighter afraid that he might taken them away from her. If he did, Himiko knew she could always order a few more later. She knew how to handle her drink well enough, she wasn't as reckless as she was in her late teens, early twenties."Oh free table, goo eye Omar!" She quickly hands him two of the glasses, before rushing quickly to nab the tall table for them both, as she knew people could be vultures hunting hunting down a free table when it was open. Lucky for them both, Himiko was an expert at running in heels, if it were an Olympic sport then she would easily take first place.
With a sly smile, as she beats another pair, she settles down her glasses and nearly finishing one glass before Omar had joined us,"Ooo catch me up on all the gossip? What's been new with you?" She pouts at him,"You know that I'm always going to share drinks with you. You get them on the house in Abyss for a reason."
Resting one arm on the bar, she is ready for the gossiping, well not gossiping but to know what was happening in one of her bestie's life that she had clearly missed."Distraction...a distraction from what?" she raises a slightly concerned eyebow up "What's up buttercup, tell me all about it!"
"four?" omar asks arching a brow up at her with an amused smile on his lips. what was he going to do with himiko tonight if she was going to continue to pretend to bartend? "okay, okay, give me two of those and we can head to one of those tall tabletops. i think i just saw one open," he says rolling his eyes with the slightest bit of a smile on his lips and gestures his head towards the other direction. "we need to catch up anyways. i'm afraid if i keep you here at the bar you might become tipsy topsy. not share any with me? how rude." he says teasingly nudging her elbow a bit playfully. "besides, i could use a good distraction right about now"
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"No one did..." Himiko whispers in response."Um from what I'm hearing, some are saying it's kinda like a second chance or life. Just this time...um.. you know with powers." Her hands slightly trace over the throat thinking about the apparent Siren Song she had been blessed with. Powers were something one could fear or learn how to control....or the latter simply just pretend they don't exist, if they were every lucky enough too. At the start she had been so bittersweet with her powers until she bit the bullet to learn control and have power.
"Some how, someone with more power and money will always know," she comments, being one of the people that knew people who could help her. Mainly due to having a little bit of power and money. Yet her mind was still a blurr, the voices kept screaming in her head, urging her to know the identify to who she was talking too. Her heart squeezed tighter.
Her flood gates were open. Crying violent tears was not on her bingo card tonight.Each sob held a silent plea, that this anguish could be over. These were tears reserved for her moments of weakness, along in her room when the memories became so strong when the deep grief overwhelms her and she could no longer hold the weight of it any longer.
The moment she heard her name. The tears stopped. That was the moment she knew that was her Reiko. Her eyes search her best friend. Her best friend was back from the dead. To her it was not a question or how or why or what or question really. And there they are apologising over and over again. She shakes her head, side to side, as she listens, as she watches Reiko in front of her. She was her. Oh stars, her best friend was here right in front of her.
She watches as her best friend hesitates to reach out for her. Overwhelmed, Himiko allows her emotions to rule as she pulls her into a tight hug. Himiko clung to her like a dream she never wanted to let go of. Holding her tight pleading with whatever chaos powers, entireties, deities or shinigamis that existed that this was real. Dismissing all thoughts that this was some power that revealed people one missed most.To hell if Himiko was going to lose Reiko again!
"I forgive you!" Himiko tells her on repeat, feeling these were the words that she needed to hear,"I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you!!"
Violently she began sobbing into her shoulder. "Three years without you I can bare....better than the rest of for...forever without you. You...you...you are here. Reiko, you are really here..." her voice breaks,"Aren't you?" She sniffles as her hands wrap tighter around her,"You have to be real....you are real."
it feels like a vice has found its way around her heart and it's grip just keeps tightening and tightening. all of her flight instincts ring like a warning alarm inside her head and she wants to run. she wants to be coward and give some excuse to get out here. the reunions that she so feared were finally happening and reiko is at a loss at what to do. finding ryuu here had been a true surprise, how could she have known that just a year later he too had died and awoke with change to his body and a power he didn't ask for. but himiko ? himiko had been an extra ordinary longer than both of them and she should have known this would happen.
part of the reason she had decided to come tonight was curiosity. how had andersen known that they were an eo ? it wasn't like reiko was shouting it out to the world. no, she had been trying to live a normal life again and yet that letter had showed up at the hospital she worked at all the same. " i didn't ask for mine. " she can't help but comment; faster, stronger, but the need for blood ? she could do without. " how did they know ? for those of us who aren't agents, how did they find us ? "
reiko wasn't expecting an answer. but a company with deep pockets like andersen, well she guessed that anything was possible. it was funny how they invited them all but then made the masks a requirement of a masquerade party.
the enhanced hearing was another benefit but right now it works against her. she doesn't need to turn to hear the sounds of himiko fighting back tears and trying not let the sounds out. and when those few tears turn to more it's like the final piece of the puzzle that completes the heart she has been trying to push away since she began to remember herself and her life before.
this is her last chance to make her exit before she knows that she won't be able to. but himiko's words about how they sound like someone she knew, because she is, she is that person. perhaps not the same person, but some parts of her are, have to be. it's a split second that she almost does, her foot reaches out as if to walk away but instead of turning further the opposite way it pulls her toward her best friend.
" himiko. " as soon as her name leaves her lips her chance at hiding is over. " i.. i'm sorry, please don't cry. because you know when you start to cry it's hard for me not to. " considering everything including her emotions have been heightened since she awoke like this three years ago, it would be easier to cry. " i know that you know it's me and i'm not trying to make excuses but i have a reason... for-- for what happened to me three years ago. "
she dares to step closer and one of her hands reaches out but she stops herself, hand in midair not knowing if himiko would accept her touch after thinking reiko dead for so long. " i'm sorry. "
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