Post by Sayu Nakano on Feb 10, 2014 1:11:58 GMT -5
There were three types of people in the world, in Sayu's opinion. Excluding herself, there were fans, there were potential fans, and then there was filth. Fans did not necessarily mean only fans of her music. It could also include the closest things she had to friends, as well as those that served her. Family also fit in there somewhere. Potential fans were people that had the qualities she would look for in anything closer than just a mindless follower. Of course, if they had the right taste in music, being a mindless follower was also perfectly possible for that sort of person. Finally, the filth was the majority of the human race- the disgusting, self-centered, tasteless pieces of crap that wandered about society, carrying not a bit for the messes they made.
Naturally, the girl had low opinions for strangers, but that didn't stop her from going to social gatherings, like the festival. Of course, she had her own reasons for that. See, her butler had gone off to do some sort of business. Recon in the Shadowlands, looking for potential contracts for her, or something like that. She didn't know or care what the finer details were. She had faith in her butler. Instead of worrying about that, she was more worried about finding a source of entertainment for the evening. Events like festivals were rare. She could count the ones she had been at back home in Japan on one hand, maybe two if she scratched the deepest depths of her memory. Even if the majority of people there were disgusting, tasteless, and probably assholes, there was likely a pearl hidden somewhere in the filth. On top of that, there had to be something nice to eat.
Her choice of clothing, as always, was both unique and tasteful. She wore a simple, white long-sleeved blouse with frilled cuffs for a primary top, with a short-cut black blazer acting as the second layer. Situated atop the blouse, and in the opening of the blazer, was a singular black ribbon tied in a bow for style. A black pleated skirt matched her blazer. From the depths of her skirt, garters slithered down, morphing into stockings past a point, and hid inside some flat pumps, a shiny black. Atop her head was one of her signature headpieces, a dark purple cat-eared beanie. Her hair itself was tied back into pigtails. Her hands, both of which were protected by silky white gloves, were both somewhat raised. In her left was her phone, ready to scream whenever she needed it. In her right was a shish-kebob she had obtained from one of the nearby stands. It was mediocre at best for the most part, but the spice it had somewhat made up for it.
So hopefully the evening would be good, as well.
Naturally, the girl had low opinions for strangers, but that didn't stop her from going to social gatherings, like the festival. Of course, she had her own reasons for that. See, her butler had gone off to do some sort of business. Recon in the Shadowlands, looking for potential contracts for her, or something like that. She didn't know or care what the finer details were. She had faith in her butler. Instead of worrying about that, she was more worried about finding a source of entertainment for the evening. Events like festivals were rare. She could count the ones she had been at back home in Japan on one hand, maybe two if she scratched the deepest depths of her memory. Even if the majority of people there were disgusting, tasteless, and probably assholes, there was likely a pearl hidden somewhere in the filth. On top of that, there had to be something nice to eat.
Her choice of clothing, as always, was both unique and tasteful. She wore a simple, white long-sleeved blouse with frilled cuffs for a primary top, with a short-cut black blazer acting as the second layer. Situated atop the blouse, and in the opening of the blazer, was a singular black ribbon tied in a bow for style. A black pleated skirt matched her blazer. From the depths of her skirt, garters slithered down, morphing into stockings past a point, and hid inside some flat pumps, a shiny black. Atop her head was one of her signature headpieces, a dark purple cat-eared beanie. Her hair itself was tied back into pigtails. Her hands, both of which were protected by silky white gloves, were both somewhat raised. In her left was her phone, ready to scream whenever she needed it. In her right was a shish-kebob she had obtained from one of the nearby stands. It was mediocre at best for the most part, but the spice it had somewhat made up for it.
So hopefully the evening would be good, as well.