❤It's a...Forged Wedding?!❤ (BXB) SEMI-ADVANCED!!! {PAFP}

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    "So show me family
    All the blood that I would bleed
    I don't know where I belong
    I don't know where I went wrong
    But I can write a song


    1, 2, 3
    I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart
    I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweet


    I don't think you're right for him.
    Look at what it might have been
    if you took a bus to China Town.
    I'd be standing on Canal
    and Bowery.
    And she'd be standing next to me


    Love – we need it now
    Let's hope for some
    So, we're bleeding out


    I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart
    I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweet...."


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    "so....this is Tokyo..." Riki murmured as he stepped off of the train, that led to, where he was going to be staying for awhile. After a big flight, and pondering on what Tokyo was going to be like, how it was all going to be, this whole view just from the front of trainstop had absolutely exceeded his expectations. Luggage in hand, Riki moved forward to stand by and out of the way of where people were waiting for the next train before sitting down on a nearby bench. There were skyscrapers and thongs of people all around. Riki was still taking in the sight of the city, it was overwhelming. He thought the place he lived in was urban, but it was nothing at all compared to Tokyo. Riki gnawed on his bottom lip softly. Was he really going to be able to live here? Even when he thought of the future he was going to face a tiny bit, he got rather nervous. But circumstances made him come here, and he couldn't turn back now.
    "First...I have to call Uncle Kunihiko..."Riki murmured softly to himself as he took out the note he received from his mom. Uncle Kunihiko was his relative. According to his mom, he is the president of a large company here in Tokyo. Riki had graduated college, but failed to find a job. Without any other connections or prospects he came to Tokyo hoping Uncle could help. On that note Riki dialed and called the number his mother gave him.
    "Hello?"A voice said.
    "Oh hello? It's Riki.."
    "Riki....Riki from Kyushu...Oh Riki!"
    Uncle's voice brightened up. From the president of a company, he's pretty friendly and easy to talk to. Riki eased up and relaxed a bit.
    "I have arrived at the station, can I head over now?"Riki said into the phone, trying to keep up his voice a little over the noise the other people around him were making.
    "Oh! Of course! I'll send you the address by message and you can head over. Kay?"
    "O-Okay!"Riki said with a bright smile.
    Soon enough, with following enough instructions, and a little bit of getting lost around the big city. Riki made it to the address. Riki looked up to the building with an confused look. "LONG ISLAND BAR". The sign above read. It was a sports bar. Uncle possibly couldn't live here could he?
    "Ah Riki! Come in Come in!" Riki soon saw his uncle. He waved with a smile. Even at around age thirty four, he still looked twenty five. "Have a seat! You must be tired!"he said with a bright cheery laugh. "Have a good flight?"
    "Ah, hello Uncle Kunihiko,"Riki said with a smile as he dragged his suitcase behind him. At Uncle's urging, Riki sat down at the counter. Uncle was dressed awfully casually. Wearing a hat, a shirt, and flip flops. Not something to expect a big company boss to wear. "It was tiring, but I made it." Riki said leaning back in my seat. "So.."He looked around curiously. "You own this bar?"
    "Sort of, I run this bar as a hobby. My company is completely separate from this.."Uncle said with a smile. "Ah my little Riki. you have grown! Well....not by much.."he said with a teasing laugh. Riki's face went a little red in embarrassment, but he laughed along anyway.
    Soon after a little bit of chatting, and catching up with each other. Uncle turned to Riki, ready to talk about business. "So I heard you havent found employment yet.."
    Riki looked down and shook his head. "No."
    "Well I'm here to change that Riki. Well atleast for a little bit so you can get accustomed to Tokyo. and then look for real jobs.."Uncle said with a nod. "I'm sorry for the short notice, but I want you to meet a friend of mine. Very nice, friendly."
    "Huh?"Riki said with a frown. "a job interview already? I'm not even dressed proper-"
    "Ahahaha!"Uncle cut Riki off with a laugh. "No no! This job interview will not need any formalities. "He should actually be here...oh! There he is!"
    Riki blinked and turned to see the door swing open.


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    [font=georgia] If you stuck with me and read this whole thing thank you so much! :)
    And if you plan to rp with me I look forward to it!!!! :D


    ugh I feel as if no one is going to give this thread a chance ;a;


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    ~I just wanna run, hide it away~
    ~Run because they're chasing me down~



    OOC:
    bump :)


    IC: TEXT HERE



    ~I just wanna run, throw it away~
    ~Run before they're finding me out~
    ~I just wanna run~

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    [size=8]Name
    Mikaela "Mika" ""Kurowchi""
    (due circumstances, his true surname is hidden for his safety)


    Gender
    Male


    Position
    He would swing either way, honestly, but he is one, a virgin, and two, gets way too nervous. He fainted once.


    Age
    25


    D.O.B
    June 12


    Height
    5'10, possibly 5'11


    Weight
    144 Ibs



    Personality
    Mika is a normally gentlemanly guy. He is always kindly-minded towards others and tends to make friends easily. People assume this is why others are always attracted to him- others say its because of his charming looks.
    Mika, under these sheets, is actually very shy and quickly flustered. Out of the business world, he has little to no friends since his anti-social uprising. Due his uprising in such, he never learned correct 'friend' social skills. All he knew was business talk.
    When not in business mode, he gets extremely nervous and sometimes stutters. If encouraged and praised enough, he usually grows a confidence that is unbeatable. Motivation is a saint to him.



    Likes
    Cats
    Rural Areas
    Flowers
    Manga
    Singing
    Cuddles
    Talking to Trees
    Nature
    Censored for the eyes of the children.


    Dislikes
    His occupation
    Smoking (although he does it as habit)
    Alcohol
    Fish
    Meat in general (He is Vegetarian)
    His art
    Crowds
    Snobby People (like his parents)
    Physical Labor


    Other?
    Narwhal


    I am going with the Prince of a foreign country idea, although he isn't here as a researcher, more so he ran away from his country and came as a 'tourist'. He is doing the fake proposal under a fake surname, and even changed his appearance so he can stay away from the country.

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    Riki Matsuoka


    “You love me. Real or not real?"

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    {OOC:}
    Accepted! You may continue from the first post, :)


    IC:



  • --//thank you dearie UvU i am very excited for this rp!


    sorry so short! again, school.


    Mikaela "Mika" Kurowchi
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    [size=7pt]The prince of (insert some middle eastern country) tourist of Japan


    That's it- he was late. He was supposed to be in the car much earlier- but he got so caught up in his outfits that he took an extra thirty minutes getting dressed. A simple, stripey sweater with wing-like sleeves clad his torso while he wore a pair of tan skinny jeans. A light blue scarf curled nicely around his neck; the lightest mask of make-up was on his face. It was perfect and so worth the extra time~!
    Running out to the car he had prepared for him, he quickly slipped in and awaited the drive to his friend, Kunihiko-...err, san, kun? Mika still messed up on these honorfications. The Japanese were confusing.
    -----------after the drive
    Mika had finally arrived. A little later than he wanted, but it was better than he expected.
    Jumping out of the car, Mika made a run up to the door of the familiar building and pushed it open, flailing into the building. "EEP!" A squeak escaping Mika, he fell face first onto the floor.
    It was quick that he reacted, scrambling right up. Fixing his clothes to perfection and huffing, he looked up to the two across the area. "Sorry! Sorry! I uh- got stuck in traffic! Yeah!" He put his hands up in a jazz-like motion. "Totally...not stuck...picking outfits...hah..." He scratched the back of his neck, grinning foolishly.

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    Riki Matsuoka


    “You love me. Real or not real?"

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    that's perfectly fine! I understand, I also want to apologize for my lack of quality. I'm currently in the middle of history class ^-^ ugh..


    IC:


    Uncle Kunihiko let out a small lighthearted laugh to his friends enterance. "Ah Mika! It is perfectly fine. We didn't wait long at all."he said before standing up. He grabbed a chair from another table before pulling it over next to Riki. "Here my friend, sit down.."he said. Riki slightly straightened up looking at Mika. He blinked. Huh, what kind of buisness did he run? "Alrighty, Mika, this is my nephew, the one I told you about. His name is Riki. Riki, this is Mika Kurowchi, you will be helping him for the next few months." he nudged Riki who blinked. "C'mon, dont be shy! Introduce yourself."
    The small petite male hastily stood up and gave a quick polite bow. "M-My name is Riki Matsuoka..."he said softly looking up at him with round eyes. But he quickly looked down shyly. "It's a pleasure to meet you..I look forward to .....helping you to the best of my ability.."he said before quickly sitting down. "M-May I ask, what will I have to help with?"


    "Oh that'll be explained soon enough my small nephew. For now lets all sit down and relax, and I'll grab us some drinks.."Uncle stood up. "What would you two like?"


    "I'd like...some water please.."Riki said softly, his voice gentle.



  • --ahh
    i kinda wanna draw mika's entrance
    nyeh
    if i do, wanna see it?


    As Mika was greeted, he smiled faintly and calmed himself, fixing his lengthy hair. Sitting when a chair was pulled over for him, he turned to Kunihiko and thanked him.
    Afterwords, Mikaela turned his attention to the somewhat shorter figure near him. He offered up a wide smile, looking at his friend's nephew.
    "It's a pleasure to meet you too! I am Mika Kurowchi!" There was obvious struggle in his pronunciation, not to mention his Arabian-like accent to top it off.
    He'd work- ah...maybe. Kunihiko must have told him about what Mika needed help with. Right-?
    Oh. He didn't.
    Zoned out momentarily, Mika turned to Riki's uncle when he spoke up. "Ah, water for me too, Kunihiko." He said, smiling- oh wait...he forgot the honorification again. Resisting the urge to slam a hand to his forehead, he ignored it.


    Turning back to to Riki, Mika started to pull at the bottom of his sleeves. "Thank you for agreeing to help me, even though we haven't explained it...n-not that it's bad or a-anything!" Waving his hands frantically, he almost face-palmed again.


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    Riki Matsuoka


    “You love me. Real or not real?"

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    Yes omg I would love to!!


    IC:
    "It's no problem at all. I'm glad to be a help.."Riki let out a small giggle and slightly tilted his head to the side. He folded his hands in his lap politely as his legs were crossed. "Tokyo is really wonderful...I'm really amazed already after just getting here from the airport..."he said and smiled as Uncle placed water Infront of them.
    "Thank you!"Riki smiled and took the water. "Ah, I sure hope everything works out for me here.."


    Uncle sat down and leaned back, a beer in his hands. "Oh don't worry. You'll be fine little one."


    Riki slightly blushed and looked away taking a sip of water. "E-Excuse you. Im not little...and Im not a child!"



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    Mika smiled. "Ah, yes, Toyko is very nice. It amazed me when I arrived." He said, clapping his hands together on habit when Riki's uncle arrived with the water. It was a tick he grew from his occupation.
    Quietly snickering when Riki and his uncle conversed. It was, well, cute.
    After taking a sip of water, Mikaela crossed his legs and started to fiddle with his longer hair. "So shall we get to the topic of my need for help, or would you like to talk more?" Mika asked, smiling widely.