[Vanessa Star]

Music was the only solace Vanessa had in her tumultuous arrival in Japan. She pissed off the wrong people and now she was broke, homeless and doing the pettiest of crimes to improve her slim quality of life. Still, this beat being a do-gooder who cow-towed to big-wigs for a terrible loan. The industry was terrible, but all these caged artists made some pretty good music. With the money she's made mugging people in Shinjuku, she's scraped up enough to find Shibuya and walk out with a music player.

The money was for the travel, but nobody said anything about the music player she wanted. The shop she found had some retro pieces, which appealed to her. Something without radio, something aesthetic to the punk style she maintained. With a red jacket on, dusty and dingy from her street-living, she just seemed like another poser punk when it came to those that spent the day in this shop. This was one way to fly under the radar.

That was...until she ran into the elitist clerk who spoke on a classic punk band by the name of the Pebblestone Peasants. English rockers that had some niche in Japan for the audiophiles. "Look, look, I understand that you like them because they're from the 'Queen's Land'...but they weren't legit. All of their music was for some image that hid the riches they really had." Vanessa slammed her hand down on the counter and pointed at the clerk.

"You bloody poser! How dare you insult their integrity. They played for riots, rebellions and didn't become donkeys for the lizard labels that took everyone's money!" Going back and forth, Vanessa's face began reddening deeper and she was almost tempted to play a little music for the shop...

Yusuke Komoriya

[Yusuke Komoriya]

[attr="class","Im"]

[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Nut up or Shut up [attr="class","rhythm"] Yusuke was in a bit of a dry spell once again when it came to his funds.  He made enough for his concerts and side-gigs, along with enough funds to keep him and his double life alive; however that was quite literally it.  The Bat-Man had to sell off an instrument he had for a long, looong while which was absolutely upsetting.  So he did what he always did in a money crunch, sold himself off to whomever needed assistance. And in a rather odd stroke of fortune, a Music Store in Shibuya had needed his services.  Apparently their electronics in the back were going haywire, and they couldn't afford the prices of a regular electrician to properly vet the problem and figure out why things were going pretty screwy.  Hence why he was in the back area, working on the fusebox with a toolbox nearby as it sounded like a boxing match was about to start up front. He wore his usual civilian clothing, which included a white t-shirt with a design of sorts on the front.  Today's design was of a sheep emoji.  Over that shirt he wore a blue and violet jacket, along with garishly violet jeans and simple black sneakers.  It wasn't the first time the clerk was being elitist today alone, as he had something to say about every other bit of band the patrons of the store were interested in.  Yusuke had his own phone recording the last bit of the conversation as the clerk was intentionally egging on the customer, who responded in an equally abrasive fashion. "AY!  I've had enough of your crap!"  Yusuke called out from the back, his voice bouncing off the walls as he peaked his head from around the corner of an open door frame, the only thing separating the back of the store from the front, "Clerk guy.  Don't know what your high horse is, but come off it.  You want to pick fights with customers, I'll tell the boss you're the reason why I'm being hired to fix this place instead of a proper electrician." To accentuate his point, Yusuke would flip a light switch by the back door area into the off position.  But instead of turning a light off, half of the TVs that were playing music videos throughout the store just shut off.  The mop-haired bat locked eyes with the clerk some more as he added on, "And if you really want to take this high horse, pull up receipts or else you're just being an obtuse prick for sake of being an obtuse prick." Having said his piece, Yusuke would pull his head in towards the back area once more as he fiddled with wires on the fuse box and electronics panel to continue figuring out what kind of devil's ritual was performed to keep this place running. (tagged)⏤ Vanessa Star,

[attr="class","mizocredit"]

MADE BY MIZO

[newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]

[newclass=.exhausted]width: 480px; height: 20px; padding: 10px 0px 5px 0px; letter-spacing: 1px;background-color: #000; opacity: 0; color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font:bold 10px Montserrat; text-transform: uppercase; transition:ease 1s; -webkit-transition:ease 1s; -moz-transition:ease 1s; -o-transition:ease 1s; -ms-transition:ease 1s;[/newclass][newclass=.Im:hover .exhausted]opacity: 0.75;[/newclass][googlefont=Montserrat][newclass=.really]width: 0px; height:2px; margin-top: -37px;background: #FF326C;background: -webkit-linear-gradient(left, #FF326C, #ffad32);background: -o-linear-gradient(right, #FF326C, #ffad32);background: -moz-linear-gradient(right, #FF326C, #ffad32);background: linear-gradient(to right, #FF326C, #ffad32);transition:ease 0.7s; -webkit-transition:ease 1s; -moz-transition:ease 0.7s; -o-transition:ease 0.7s; -ms-transition:ease 0.7s; [/newclass][newclass=.Im:hover .really]width: 480px;[/newclass][newclass=.PT_table .PT_spots]background-color:#ffffff;[/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.PT_table .PT_tabs]width: 80px; padding: 7px;background-color:#ffffff;text-align:center;font: bold 6pt calibri; text-transform:uppercase;margin: 3px 3px 3px 0px; transition: .3s;[/newclass][newclass=.dirty]font: 9px Playfair Display; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify;[/newclass][googlefont=Playfair Display][newclass=.rhythm]width: 80px; height: 80px;border: 8px solid #111111; margin-bottom: -20px;transform: rotate(45deg);transition: 1s; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.Im:hover .rhythm]border: 8px solid #111111; transform: rotate(315deg);transition: 1s; filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); [/newclass]

[Vanessa Star]

[attr="class","body"]

Oh, this guy was getting on Vanessa's nerves. She had her hand tap-tapping away at the counter as they bickered back and forth. She had half a mind to make everything sing and everything explode and all the wonderful fireworks going off in this bastard's face. Maybe when it was even uglier than it was now, he wouldn't be so snobby and elitist! "Free fuckin' bloody world, man! You can't be hatin' on history when you don't got the slop up here!"

Jabbing her temple with her finger, she was moments away from socking the clerk into oblivion before a wonderfully punk heteromorph popped out from the back. Telling off the clerk in the most embarrassing way possible for him, Vanessa leaned back and crossed her arms with the biggest shit-eating grin on her face. "Ah, so a dumb bloke who's work ethic is a load o' tosh. Nice. Maybe quit while you're ahead since you don't know SHIT!"

Loud-mouthed, foul and aggressive. Vanessa was the spicy, chaotic kind of person who wasn't above kicking someone when they were down if she felt they deserved it. The lay-up from Yusuke was a welcome surprise that invited cheers from those that just saw the clerk being rude. With a casual middle finger to the clerk who tried stopping the fallen star from going to the back, she leaned in the doorway and watched the bat boy fiddle with his work.

"Sorry for the kerfuffle disruptin' the good work. I bet the place couldn't even handle one strum of electric jazz without you. Anyways, thanks!" She began walking out after saying her piece. There wasn't much she could do, she didn't really have money and the clerk made her need some fresh air. Japan has given her a hard enough time, but the rock-star aesthetic of the electrician made her feel that he deserved thanks on the account of probably being another slave cog to the machine.

As soon as she was outside, the clerk had a strange burst of courage and followed her. "Aye, what the fuck?"

---

Yusuke Komoriya

[newclass=.body b]color:#f629a9[/newclass]

[Yusuke Komoriya]

[attr="class","Im"]

[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The A-Hole tax Yusuke wasn't going to get in the middle of the argument itself, because the clerk may very well be right.  However, he seemed to not know the true adage behind the phrase 'The Customer is Always Right.'  Many seem to just focus on that first half of the full phrase for bad customer service teachings, but the reality was that 'The Customer is always Right in Matters of Taste,'  Effectively if the customer wanted to buy music from what he considered posers, then fuckin' let them.  Picking fights with customers over taste or what he believes is right is stupid unless he has the proof to back it up. In essence, the worker was very much unqualified to remain in customer service.  The Store Owner was actually a very good guy, Yusuke worked for him short of a year to make ends meet after all.  He didn't deserve some pinhead driving away customers.  Yusuke continued to try and work on the fuse box mess, hearing that the woman was approaching. She apologized for interrupting the work, mentioning how the place couldn't handle even electric jazz without him.  "Think nothing of it, I just like doing right by people.  You're welcome and take care!"  Waving her off, he would continue to fiddle with the fuse box as he heard the the lady go out the door.  Though, from around his corner, he could also hear the Clerk move with a heavy purpose in his step. "Damn it Tanaka, hire better people," Yusuke mumbled under his breath as he got up and moved through the store.  He would watch the clerk wind up a grubby fist for a punch, and reached out to the arm to swing him up and over onto the music store floor.  "Striking a leaving woman from behind?  That's like, three layers of shitbaggery you're under doing that?" Groaning to himself, he would already see and hear people dialing for 911 for an assault that had occurred.  Yeah, this was gonna ruin Tanaka's weekend, but this was his responsibility as a store owner.  "I ain't got no more business here today," Yusuke would chime out as he pulled out his phone, texting Tanaka that he's bouncing on the job due to his clerk being extra aggressive and that he'll continue fixing the fuse box at standard pricing. "Name's Yusuke.  Working works up an appetite...  Wanna grab a bite?" Yusuke offered as he flashed a wallet in his hand, having swiped it from the wannabe thug that was currently seeing stars on the ground.  A smirk on his face grew as he fished out a couple 10,000 yen notes before tossing the wallet over his shoulder and onto the guy's chest.  Even going as far as pushing the notes onto Vanessa while saying, "The food's my treat, the A-hole tax is his treat." (tagged)⏤ Vanessa Star,

[attr="class","mizocredit"]

MADE BY MIZO

[newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]

[newclass=.exhausted]width: 480px; height: 20px; padding: 10px 0px 5px 0px; letter-spacing: 1px;background-color: #000; opacity: 0; color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font:bold 10px Montserrat; text-transform: uppercase; transition:ease 1s; -webkit-transition:ease 1s; -moz-transition:ease 1s; -o-transition:ease 1s; -ms-transition:ease 1s;[/newclass][newclass=.Im:hover .exhausted]opacity: 0.75;[/newclass][googlefont=Montserrat][newclass=.really]width: 0px; height:2px; margin-top: -37px;background: #FF326C;background: -webkit-linear-gradient(left, #FF326C, #ffad32);background: -o-linear-gradient(right, #FF326C, #ffad32);background: -moz-linear-gradient(right, #FF326C, #ffad32);background: linear-gradient(to right, #FF326C, #ffad32);transition:ease 0.7s; -webkit-transition:ease 1s; -moz-transition:ease 0.7s; -o-transition:ease 0.7s; -ms-transition:ease 0.7s; [/newclass][newclass=.Im:hover .really]width: 480px;[/newclass][newclass=.PT_table .PT_spots]background-color:#ffffff;[/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.PT_table .PT_tabs]width: 80px; padding: 7px;background-color:#ffffff;text-align:center;font: bold 6pt calibri; text-transform:uppercase;margin: 3px 3px 3px 0px; transition: .3s;[/newclass][newclass=.dirty]font: 9px Playfair Display; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify;[/newclass][googlefont=Playfair Display][newclass=.rhythm]width: 80px; height: 80px;border: 8px solid #111111; margin-bottom: -20px;transform: rotate(45deg);transition: 1s; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.Im:hover .rhythm]border: 8px solid #111111; transform: rotate(315deg);transition: 1s; filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); [/newclass]