Kanaye
10-31-2008, 01:35 AM
I thought up of a horror plot. Use whatever lines I said here to introduce your alter ego.
It was 9 AM. I was waking from the bed after a successful gig and couldn't seem to sleep any later, even thought I knew the tour ended and I had a few days off.
The sound of clattering wood is heard from a distance. I was in the kitchen looking what to eat and the dog outside was barking at the paper boy. It's my cellphone ringing.
"Ruki, are you going to practice today?"
"Are you crazy? We just finished a gig and you want me to take my day off to practice?"
"I'm sorry...anyway, let's do something together."
"I'm listening."
"I got LittleBigPlanet. It's supposed to be an awesome game, not to mention it's undoubtedly cute."
"That game where the character looks like a plushie doll?"
"That's the one. I was wondering if you wanted to come over and play it."
"Maybe later...I'll call you."
I hung up and walked to the kitchen, staring at the orange juice I put atop the counter. I ate, got the newspaper and walked to my bedroom.
I turned on the laptop and opened the browser. "You got mail!" said a feminine robotic voice. It was the fanmail inbox. "Time to read through this..."
I got about 32 e-mails. Most of them were saying how awesome last night gig's was. But a particular one got my attention. This girl who said she wanted to meet me wrote me an e-mail before asking me that question. I don't know what went wrong with me that day, but I remember I replied "How badly you wish to meet me?". The answer was on this e-mail.
"Well, I've been a fan of you for a long time, back when GazettE started [got a lot more fans like you, so it's nothing special], I read all your interviews [gee...], I'm truly a big fan. I think I don't really have a reason for me wanting to meet you; I can just watch you at the concerts...but I want to know the side of Ruki the other fans don't know."
All my thoughts when I read that last sentence pointed to one thing: stalker. But I felt something inside as well: pity. I replied saying that I will get a hotel room for us to meet. So I looked for hotels for like half an hour, something classy yet cheap. And I found a place. It was in downtown Kobe, at a place named "The Best In Us". An oddly named hotel in Japan, but since the investors from America are coming here to do business, they give names like this...my thoughts on the name don't matter. I replied to her giving the directions and the time I would be there. And I replied to all the fans saying they had a blast with the show.
3 PM. Downtown Kobe. "The Best In Us" hotel. I said "meet me at 4" but I wanted to check out the place first so I went down there earlier. I called a friend, about 2 hours ago, asking him about the new guitar that came out: he's a guitar guru. I told him about this little "charade" and he asked if he could come. I denied. He was left perplexed with my answer, since I usually don't say no to my friends, and they are more important than any girl in the world.
"I got a bad feeling about this..."
"You worry too much. I'll be fine. What could possibly go wrong?"
In the lobby, I gasped in awe at the paintings down in the lobby. I asked the receptionist:
"Excuse me, who painted these?"
"A Spanish man named Picasso. Supposed to be the last paintings he did before he died."
"Nice...very nice."
I stared at those paintings, which I considered out of this world, for like half an hour. I told the receptionist if she could send a bottle of Moet & Chandon to room 323 to which she agreed at an extra cost, of course.
So I went to the room; it was pretty big. Not penthouse big, but like my whole house big. And my house looks like an apartment from inside. I did a last lookup of my hair and sit on a nearby chair to smoke for a bit.
The room phone ringed. It was from the lobby.
"Mr. Takanori, there is a woman here for you."
"Send her up. I'm waiting."
It took her about 15 minutes to get to the room where I was. As soon as she opened the door, my eyes covered in sunglasses stared at her's. I noticed her eyes started to water, as if she was about to cry. I assumed it was from emotion, so I didn't do nothing about it. I asked her to have a seat.
An hour have passed, and we talked about various topics, most of them related to the band, to kind of settle ground for what it would seem to be a deep conversation. My cellphone ringed. "Excuse me for a second." I went out to the balcony to answer.
"Yo Ruki, when you gonna come, man? I'm waiting for you!"
"Um, gimme about an hour. I'll be there."
"It's just that you gotta play this game is so awe--"
I hanged up. "Yeah yeah"...so I went back to my seat and continued to talk to her.
Half an hour passed. I said to her that I had another appointment and that I couldn't spend any more time. She raised and asked for a hug. I felt it to be natural so I gave it to her. I felt a chilling pain through my spine, and it wasn't from me being nervous. Suddenly I felt a sharp object on my back. When I turned around to look at a nearby mirror, I noticed she stabbed me. She then starts to laugh maniacally, and my natural reaction was push her to the floor. I heard distant sirens. I called for reception but no one seemed to answer.
I try to get away from her, but she keeps following me, all the way to the lobby. She killed the maintenance and the nice lady at the reception.
"Why did you do this?"
"You're mine Ruki. You're mine!!!"
"But what have I done to you?"
"I heard you have a girlfriend or someone that you're dating...like I told you, you're mine!"
She then got out of her purse a small firearm, looked like a Walther, and shot at me. I ran for cover. A flowerpot falls near me and I saw the opportunity to at least try to disarm her. So I threw the flowerpot and it broke on contact with her shoulder, successfully disarming her.
I then make a run for it for the ladder. I didn't care about getting away from the place, all I cared was getting away from her...I felt tired after running through 3 floors: I still had the knife on my back and already lost a substantial amount of blood. I pick the phone from my pocket and try to call the guitar guru...
"Please, answer the phone..." while I heard the endless ringing noise.
It was 9 AM. I was waking from the bed after a successful gig and couldn't seem to sleep any later, even thought I knew the tour ended and I had a few days off.
The sound of clattering wood is heard from a distance. I was in the kitchen looking what to eat and the dog outside was barking at the paper boy. It's my cellphone ringing.
"Ruki, are you going to practice today?"
"Are you crazy? We just finished a gig and you want me to take my day off to practice?"
"I'm sorry...anyway, let's do something together."
"I'm listening."
"I got LittleBigPlanet. It's supposed to be an awesome game, not to mention it's undoubtedly cute."
"That game where the character looks like a plushie doll?"
"That's the one. I was wondering if you wanted to come over and play it."
"Maybe later...I'll call you."
I hung up and walked to the kitchen, staring at the orange juice I put atop the counter. I ate, got the newspaper and walked to my bedroom.
I turned on the laptop and opened the browser. "You got mail!" said a feminine robotic voice. It was the fanmail inbox. "Time to read through this..."
I got about 32 e-mails. Most of them were saying how awesome last night gig's was. But a particular one got my attention. This girl who said she wanted to meet me wrote me an e-mail before asking me that question. I don't know what went wrong with me that day, but I remember I replied "How badly you wish to meet me?". The answer was on this e-mail.
"Well, I've been a fan of you for a long time, back when GazettE started [got a lot more fans like you, so it's nothing special], I read all your interviews [gee...], I'm truly a big fan. I think I don't really have a reason for me wanting to meet you; I can just watch you at the concerts...but I want to know the side of Ruki the other fans don't know."
All my thoughts when I read that last sentence pointed to one thing: stalker. But I felt something inside as well: pity. I replied saying that I will get a hotel room for us to meet. So I looked for hotels for like half an hour, something classy yet cheap. And I found a place. It was in downtown Kobe, at a place named "The Best In Us". An oddly named hotel in Japan, but since the investors from America are coming here to do business, they give names like this...my thoughts on the name don't matter. I replied to her giving the directions and the time I would be there. And I replied to all the fans saying they had a blast with the show.
3 PM. Downtown Kobe. "The Best In Us" hotel. I said "meet me at 4" but I wanted to check out the place first so I went down there earlier. I called a friend, about 2 hours ago, asking him about the new guitar that came out: he's a guitar guru. I told him about this little "charade" and he asked if he could come. I denied. He was left perplexed with my answer, since I usually don't say no to my friends, and they are more important than any girl in the world.
"I got a bad feeling about this..."
"You worry too much. I'll be fine. What could possibly go wrong?"
In the lobby, I gasped in awe at the paintings down in the lobby. I asked the receptionist:
"Excuse me, who painted these?"
"A Spanish man named Picasso. Supposed to be the last paintings he did before he died."
"Nice...very nice."
I stared at those paintings, which I considered out of this world, for like half an hour. I told the receptionist if she could send a bottle of Moet & Chandon to room 323 to which she agreed at an extra cost, of course.
So I went to the room; it was pretty big. Not penthouse big, but like my whole house big. And my house looks like an apartment from inside. I did a last lookup of my hair and sit on a nearby chair to smoke for a bit.
The room phone ringed. It was from the lobby.
"Mr. Takanori, there is a woman here for you."
"Send her up. I'm waiting."
It took her about 15 minutes to get to the room where I was. As soon as she opened the door, my eyes covered in sunglasses stared at her's. I noticed her eyes started to water, as if she was about to cry. I assumed it was from emotion, so I didn't do nothing about it. I asked her to have a seat.
An hour have passed, and we talked about various topics, most of them related to the band, to kind of settle ground for what it would seem to be a deep conversation. My cellphone ringed. "Excuse me for a second." I went out to the balcony to answer.
"Yo Ruki, when you gonna come, man? I'm waiting for you!"
"Um, gimme about an hour. I'll be there."
"It's just that you gotta play this game is so awe--"
I hanged up. "Yeah yeah"...so I went back to my seat and continued to talk to her.
Half an hour passed. I said to her that I had another appointment and that I couldn't spend any more time. She raised and asked for a hug. I felt it to be natural so I gave it to her. I felt a chilling pain through my spine, and it wasn't from me being nervous. Suddenly I felt a sharp object on my back. When I turned around to look at a nearby mirror, I noticed she stabbed me. She then starts to laugh maniacally, and my natural reaction was push her to the floor. I heard distant sirens. I called for reception but no one seemed to answer.
I try to get away from her, but she keeps following me, all the way to the lobby. She killed the maintenance and the nice lady at the reception.
"Why did you do this?"
"You're mine Ruki. You're mine!!!"
"But what have I done to you?"
"I heard you have a girlfriend or someone that you're dating...like I told you, you're mine!"
She then got out of her purse a small firearm, looked like a Walther, and shot at me. I ran for cover. A flowerpot falls near me and I saw the opportunity to at least try to disarm her. So I threw the flowerpot and it broke on contact with her shoulder, successfully disarming her.
I then make a run for it for the ladder. I didn't care about getting away from the place, all I cared was getting away from her...I felt tired after running through 3 floors: I still had the knife on my back and already lost a substantial amount of blood. I pick the phone from my pocket and try to call the guitar guru...
"Please, answer the phone..." while I heard the endless ringing noise.