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 Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 7:20 am
"Mr. Sant....Mr. Sant." Tokyo heard his name being called over his phone set. He rolled over in bed and hit the answer button. "Yes." he mumbled, his face buried inside his pillow. "You have a meeting today with the contestant that won the 'Week with Tokyo' contest. You will be meeting her at the airport and having lunch with her." His agent informed him. He sighed. "Thank you, Audrey." After a few minutes, Tokyo threw his feet out of bed and onto the cool marble floors of his bedroom. He stretched his arms out in y formation above his head and yawned before completely standing up and walking to the bathroom. "Good morning, Tokyo Sant." his automated shower spoke to him. "Good morning, Ess." he croaked as he threw off his clothes. Once he stepped in the shower, he laid his face against the tile, still tired from yesterday's events. He had 3 photoshoots, a meeting with the agency, and a party to attend. The hot steam from the shower soothed him as it opened up his pores and ran smoothly down his skin. Tokyo could've slept in the shower probably, but it was set to automatically stop after 15 minutes, a setting that he had to set due to past experiences of him dozing off. Once he was freshened up, he was served breakfast downstairs in the dining room. A spinach and tomato omelet, with bacon, orange juice, fruit, pancakes, and muffins. He never ate everything that was served to him, usually the house servants served themselves after he left or finished breakfast. After breakfast, Tokyo grabbed the basket of muffins to go, thinking that maybe his fan would want one, then headed out the door. A limo already was waiting for him. His guards opened the gate to let him out, then the driver opened the door to the limo, greeting Tokyo with a good morning. "21 years old and I'm already a millionaire. I would've never imagined this. Now I'm meeting a fan...and probably making this the best day of their life, meanwhile I live the best day of my life everyday...isn't that odd, Simone?" Tokyo asked his driver, who looked in the rear view mirror and smiled at the young man. "If you stay humble, you'll be a billionaire before you know it." The limousine finally stopped in front of a private plane where stairs were being moved to the door of it. Tokyo wondered what his fan would look like and feel like as he...or she descended the stairs.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 8:56 am
Angel looked out of the jet window as it landed on the airstrip, seeing a sleek, black limo pulling up to greet her. The blonde was nearly bouncing in her seat as she smiled brightly, clutching tightly onto the contest papers she held firmly in her hands. She was the lucky winner to spend a whole week with the famous Tokyo Sant, the male model that every lady would kill for. Angel knew she was a lucky girl, and she also knew she'd definitely need to take pictures to show off to her friends back at home in Virginia.
Once the jet had fully landed and the door opened, Angel unbuckled herself and crawled out of the red velvet seat. She grabbed her carry on bag from the empty seat beside her, and walked over towards the opened door, smiling at the bright brunette stewardess that stood there to bid her farewell. "Please enjoy your stay in Los Angeles," she told the young girl. Angel nodded to her quietly before stepping out onto the stairs. The bright sun caused the girl to squint her blue eyes, making it difficult for her see anything that was around her. She carefully descended the stairs, looking around for any sort of sign that Tokyo, or anyone associated with him, would be there to pick her up.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 4:48 pm
The blue eyed and blonde haired girl stepped off the plane, shielding her eyes from the sun. Tokyo smiled, pleased that the girl was...decent looking. Not better than himself, of course. However, he wouldn't be embarrassed going from shopping district to shopping district with the girl.
"Simone, honk the horn twice." he commanded, and the driver followed.
He then got out of the car to greet the fan.
"Good morning, Miss Angel." he took off his hat in a respectful fashion, revealing his white and grey streaked hair. He smiled and his whole face wrinkled up. He looked like a butler from a television show.
"As promised, you will be escorted around the city of Los Angeles and then treated to lunch with Mr. Tokyo Sant himself. I will take your bags." Once her things were loaded safely in the trunk, he came back to open the door of the limo.
"Now, as you've been waiting for..." The door opened and Tokyo waved.
"Hello. I'd introduce myself, but you obviously already know who I am..." he chuckled lightly, waiting for the girl's reaction. Tokyo patted the spot next to him and grinned. "Hop right in."
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 4:59 pm
Angel walked up to the salt and pepper-haired old man, letting him grab her bags from her. She almost felt bad about letting the older man take her bags from her, but she was much too excited to even worry about that now. She nodded quietly at him, letting him open the back door for her, only to see Tokyo Sant, himself, sitting there. He was waiting for her! Angel felt her cheeks flush a bit with a blush before she crawled into the limo, taking a seat near Tokyo. She was careful not to sit too close, not wanting to invade his personal space.
"Oh wow.. I can't believe this really happening," Angel said in disbelief as she lightly gripped her lavender sun dress nervously, "This is going to be the best week of my entire life!" she giggled brightly. She gasped and looked up towards the male model, "Oh, um... I have to ask, and I hope you don't mind, but I was wondering if I could take some pictures with you on this trip. None of my friends back home believed me when I told them I was coming here to meet you. So the pictures are sort of my way of proving to them I'm not lying."
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 5:19 pm
Tokyo listened to the girl carefully and nodded at her request. "I was expecting that, honestly. As long as we're taking them together and you aren't just taking random pictures of me. That would be a bit...irritating." He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously. The last thing he needed was a paparazzi type of fan around him. The car started moving and Tokyo sat quietly, looking out the window at the passing palm trees. He wasn't really much of a conversationalist, not around people his age at least. He looked down and noticed that he still had the muffins. . "Oh, right. Did you want a snack? I have muffins. There's drinks in that mini fridge too. Not all of them are alcohol." he mentioned. "We're heading to one of my favorite restaurants. It's a bit far, so I figured a muffin might hold you until we get there."
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 5:29 pm
Angel felt a little defeated when Tokyo said he didn't want pictures taken of him by himself. Wasn't that a part of his job? One candid photo would make everything seem so complete for this awkward trip. Though, Angel knew better than to try to upset him. She could still take pictures with him, and that was the plus side of it. That was the last thing she wanted to do. She shook her head at the muffin offer, smiling politely at him, hoping to break the awkward silence, "No thank you. I'll be alright until we get there. But, thank you for the offer, though."
Angel wanted to try to think of something to talk to Tokyo about. This trip was not going to be in vain for her. She took a small breath to try to calm her fast beating heart and looked over towards the man sitting beside her, "So, um.. What made you want to become a model in the first place, Mr. Sant?" she asked curiously. A basic, and not at all an uncommon question to start off with. Certainly something to stimulate some conversation with Tokyo.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 8:29 pm
Tokyo looked at the girl almost like he forgot she was there. "Sorry I was daydreaming." he apologized and laughed at himself for it. He was happy to answer her question. "Well, in all honesty, I hated modeling when I first started. My mother forced me in it, seeing that she, herself was a model before she had me. I have many of her features she tells me, but I have my father's behavior." he sighed. His mother never talked much about his father, as much as Tokyo wanted to know about him. "But anyways, I hated it. I thought it was stupid. People telling me what to do, what to wear; everything bothered me. Finally, one afternoon, I met this photographer and she told me how much she hated, but strangely loved her job. We talked for hours until she finally started snapping photos of me, and they weren't normal either. They were crazy and fun; things that I actually wanted to do, stuff that I actually wanted to wear. It made me realize that not every photo shoot is going to be something that I want, but there are the occasional ones that I love. Plus, I get to travel, eat different foods, meet new fans, come across new styles. I guess you can say I fell in love with it." he smiled. "Especially since my mother isn't controlling all my gigs." He stopped and looked the girl over. "You seem so normal...what's your life like?" Tokyo asked. "Unless that's too personal of a question. Then you don't have to answer in that case."
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 10:28 pm
Angel listened intently to Tokyo's answer to her question, ignoring the fact that he had be basically ignoring her for a bit to daydream. She seemed almost in awe of him, staring up at him with her large oceanic eyes. When the question was directed towards her, Angel cleared her throat, turning her face away from him, "Well... My life isn't anything glamorous, like yours is. I live in a small town in Virginia, where I work in a cafe as a barista. Sometimes when I'm off of work, I spend time with my friends, but for the most part, I just usually spend time at home, doing my own thing. It's pretty boring, I know," she answered, giggling a bit as she rubbing the back of her head a bit.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 12:57 pm
Tokyo listened to the girl and broke out in laughter. "That does sound boring, sorry, but as crazy as my life can get, I wouldn't mind trading spots with you for a week or two." Once the limo arrived to their destination, Tokyo groaned. Paparazzi were already lined up waiting for him. "They probably want to see you more than me anyways. Let's go." Tokyo opened his door and then went around to grab Angel. He hooked arms with her, walking with a steady pace past the crowd. Once they made it inside, Tokyo smiled at Angel. "Sorry about that. I bet you feel like a celebrity right now." He laughed. They were soon escorted to their table and left with menus made especially for lunch. "I already know what I want. Let me know if you have any questions about any of the foods."
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 4:37 pm
Angel clambered out of the limo as she blinded by the bright lights of the paparazzi's flashing cameras. She felt Tokyo hook his arm around hers, leading her away from the crowd and into the restaurant. It took the young blonde a few minutes for her eyes to adjust from all of the lights before she realized that the two arrived at their table. Angel took a seat, grabbing the menu and opening it up to examine what she wanted. She felt a bit nervous having lunch with Tokyo, considering he already knew what he wanted to eat. Plus, with him being such a celebrity, he probably would judge her for how she looked while she ate.
"I think I'll be alright," Angel giggled a bit from behind her menu. Her eyes landed on the grilled chicken salad. Brilliant. Nothing fancy, but nothing that would cause a mess. A well-balanced meal to help make a good impression on him. Angel closed up her menu, letting out a small breath to calm herself, "Okay, I think I'm ready to order. Um.. Unless you're not ready yet, of course. Though, you said you were ready, and already had something in mind."
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