While Keio Department Store Shinjuku sells a wide range of items - cosmetics, clothing and accessories, kids' toys, homeware and traditional Japanese goods, but the best place to visit is the Gourmet Food Hall in the basement.
The Food Hall covers the entire floor basement and is a feast for the eye. With everything from bento boxed meals, deli counters, pizza, salad, fruits and vegetables to wine, boba drinks, coffee beans, bread and meat-filled steamed buns, sandwiches, fresh meat and seafood, and International cuisine.
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 11:16 am
Free at last, free at last! Caged up in a cell for the past twelve hours or so, like an animal. It was inhumane. What kind of police intentionally puts those whose safety they are responsible for in danger, let alone a damsel for that matter. "Pinche cabrΓ³ns..." he grumbled as he shook his head angrily. The Puerto Rican had done things way worse than a little public nudity and drug possession and hadn't even seen the inside of a cell. Then again, he had their backing at the time.Digging into his pocket he grasped onto the pack of cigarettes, gently sliding one out of the carton between his lips. No more weed and no more pills thanks to the confiscation by the police, but at least he could still enjoy him a cancer stick. Digging into his jacket pockets looking for his lighter, but to no avail; it was not there. Eyes moving into the back of his head, he tapped his pants pockets before pulling them inside out and still no lighter. "Goddamn it!" Snatching the cigarette from his lips in a spout of anger, he crumbled it in his palms as the tobacco flowed from his grasp like sand. Wasteful? Yes. Satisfied? No. Such fury was common when he wasn't himself, and he wasn't himself right now. Not only did he get jammed up by some Jussie Smollett lookalike, but the munchies were kicking hard as hell given he'd been hours without being fed after smoking a fat blunt an hour or so before the whole fiasco went down. Looking around he spotted the Keio Department Store, Tokyo's most popular mall. A place he's been many a times. With a grin, he walked through the entrance and took the escalators all the way down to the basement floor.
Upon arrival of the basement floor, his face lit up with a grin stretching ear to ear. He was a kid in a candy store. Yeah, there was an abundance of food, but more importantly there was an abundance of women. So much sugar he could get a cavity. Before he'd indulge himself he'd pull out his phone and shoot a quick text to Gashi.
Deecee Sama
Text to Broki π "Oye mano(Hey Bro), what's the move?"
Black Fire Lord
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Current Status:"It's on sight when I see that ******** again.."
Destiny was sitting at a table eating some food, she often would find it hard to get some Mexican cuisine but they had it here. There were a lot of girls here but unlike them she was alone. Most of them were with their friends or something shopping. Another thing that stood out was her skin color, she was clearly Latino. Something you did not often see in Japan and something she had gone through high school painfully aware of. She was alone because she really didn't have any friends, she found it hard to not be formal towards people. Trusting someone felt difficult for her so generally, no one made any effort. It was a cycle that had to break at some point but who would break it? She had dressed up coming here though, her hair nails and makeup all on fleek. She scanned the room watching some of the people. Some couples having a date, some guys trying to get dates and then a lot of single girls just hanging with their friends. She couldn't tell if she was jealous of them or not, did she even want friends? Having to explain why she sometimes blew up and acted like a completely different person was never fun. She honestly just blamed it on the stereotype it was easier. "Well least the food is half decent but these tontos wouldn't know how to properly fry a tortilla to save their lives."
Upon sending the text, he closed his phone. Stomach grumbling as it demanded he eat something. Looking around the food court at all the potential, he was just entirely overwhelmed. There were too many choices. 'They really don't make it easy...' A little taste of home would be nice, but Puerto Rican food wasn't exactly well known. Guess he'd just have to get something, anything. With the way he was feeling right now he'd eat just about anything. Pacing around the food court while flirting with girls he walked past as he moved, he ended up just hitting a deli shop for something to eat. A simple turkey club with the fixings, he wasn't found of pork meat on sandwiches. Ironic enough, he didn't mind bacon. Looking at the seating, he could sit anywhere he wanted honestly. It was nothing to put his name on a seat and remove the person sitting in it, but no broad bad enough to make a scene for. But then his eyes caught wind of a loner. Nice caramel complexion, a skin tone that was extremely rare in Japan. That alone was enough to peak his interest. This diamond in the rough. Literally. There was a lot of rough broads around, more than he liked and quite honestly it was sad. The lack of curves was tragic. Paco being Paco, made his move. Pacing towards the table she was seated, he inspected her a bit more closely while he had the chance. Making note of her fashion, the fact that her nails were done meant she cared about her looks. It was nothing wrong with that. After all, cleanliness is next to godliness. Or she was just high maintenance, but who said she couldn't both. But more importantly, he looked at the type of food she was eating. "Perdon, chica. Is this seat taken?" he said as he sat in front of her regardless of her answer. Paco was the poster boy for speaking spanglish. It was common in Puerto Rico as they learned both English and Spanish at the same time, however it was pretty much foreign in this country. Spanish was a romantic language and his accent was quite charming. And while Paco wasn't exactly romantic, he could be in his own way. This girl stood out, and it naturally intrigued him.
Black Fire Lord
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Acceleration:[120] Strength:[50] Stamina:[00[ 50/50 ] Jump:[00] Air Time:[00.00]
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Destiny attention was suddenly on that of a guy who asked her about the seat. She motioned for him to take it and spoke. "It's open and it's a free country chico, can't stop ya from sitting there. ΒΏDe dΓ³nde es usted chico?" She switched to Spanish as she asked him her question. She asked him because he seemed to understand her native language so of course, she would ask. She had a bit of an accent herself as well when speaking English. While her English was pretty good, it was clear if listened to that she had learned it a little later in life and did not grow up already knowing it. She eyed the man and he didn't seem Japanese. He was tall as well so that gave it away. Not many tall people here. Thank god for that because, to be honest more than anything she missed other Latino girls. She didn't have many friends but the ones she did have were great. Here she had zero friends, she didn't get into many fights because she was often so formal. Though she was sure a lot of girls talked s**t about her. If she had been a white American it wouldn't have been so bad. She had mostly learned Japanese too while in high school. She preferred not to use it.
If only she knew what he had been through in the last 12 to 13 hours, but a free country nonetheless. "Yo soy de puerto rico, y tu?" Red eyes took in the features of the girl across from him. Attractive, and seemed relatively friendly. Paco would wait for her answer to the last question before he threw out another. "So tell me..." he paused tilting his head as he narrowed his eyes slightly meeting her own before he continued talking. "What's a girl as fine as you doing sitting alone?" It seemed a little too good to be true. No boyfriend and no friends, he didn't understand it.
Black Fire Lord
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 170 [ 000 ]
Acceleration:[120] Strength:[50] Stamina:[00[ 50/50 ] Jump:[00] Air Time:[00.00]
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Destiny took a sip from her drink before carrying on though she was careful not to ruin her lipstick. She did care about her appearance a lot, she took very good care of herself. Partly because she wanted to look cute and partly because she didn't mind other people knowing she looked good. A bit of pride so to speak. "This Chica is eating, estoy solo because los japoneses son racistas. Y estoy muy lejos de la gente." She said watching Paco wondering what he would think of her honesty. Maybe it would put him off though she hoped not, she'd like to talk to him more. "ΒΏTu nombre?"
Paco was naturally a flirtatious person, even more so when he really set his mind to it. Mexicana eh? The south american sun had done her skin justice, it was nice to see a tone other than pale for a change. To be fair, he was undressing her with his eyes but there was nothing wrong with having a little imagination. Without it, you were boring. In the beginning times, humans walked around without clothing until they were told it was indecent. Such a shame that nudity was frowned upon, when humans were made in the image of the father. The whole "beautiful on the inside" concept was complete bullshit in his eyes. Guess that meant he was shallow, but the fact of the matter was he didn't have time to get to know someone on the inside since he lives for the now. That's besides the point though as she made mention of Mexico not being much better than Portugal, he got to thinking. Could she have been talking about the crime rate of the country or the living conditions? That part he'd brush off, against thinking too deep of it. Instead, he'd make note of her name. Destiny. A beautiful name. He was good with those...when he wanted. Being sober would help him with that at the moment. Paco had not spoken, but rather listened.
"This Chica is eating, estoy solo because los japoneses son racistas. Y estoy muy lejos de la gente."
Vrmmm! Vrmm!
As she spoke of the japanese, a text from Gashi had come through. What timing. It was true that most Japanese were racist, but he had been treated kind by many. Despite being Gaijin he had family of which were Japanese. Opening his phone up to read Gashi's message, he chuckled before replying and returning his attention back to Destiny. Gashi had a job for them. It had been a while since he had seen his old running mate. Paco focused on her just in time for her to ask his name. "LlΓ‘mame Paco." he said as he smiled at her. He had gone by Paco his whole life, given it was a nickname for his actual name; Francisco. "Mira, Destiny... I got some s**t to take care of, pero..." He paused as his red eyes scanned around, until he found what he was looking for. A couple sitting for lunch discussing business from what he could assume. Getting up from the table, he paced towards the couple before snatching the pen holding the woman's ponytail up. Immediately her hair fell, and they were in an uproar about it. Walking back to the table the latina was seated at, he grabbed her arm and began to pen something onto her arm. "LlΓ‘mame cuando quieras divertirte, chica." Whatever that meant to her. She'd probably be upset he'd just inked her arm up with his number, but he'd hear about it later. The pen he tossed in the trash as he made his way out of the mall.
Deecee Sama
Text to Broki π "Say less."
Black Fire Lord
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 170 [ 000 ]
Acceleration:[120] Strength:[50] Stamina:[00[ 50/50 ] Jump:[00] Air Time:[00.00]
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Finely manicured nails tapped along the smooth thin screen of a keyboard as she wrote her response to her boss, 'I'm at the store right now buying the fabric, eta 20 min' it read as she would hold tight to a bag that was precariously held tight to her body by a slender arm. Cream colored blouse with flourished lining for the button down front into a simple black pencil skirt that covered down to her thighs, simple round toe black heals adorned her feet along with a thin pair of cream colored tights. Pain tinged her toes as the shoes were not at all comfortable, but she had no choice as she had to look decent for this job, after all a fashion designers apprentice couldn't look frumpy. Dragging soft dark hair out of her eyes, the deep pools of black near emotionless as she would adjust herself to not look so winded after dragging herself through the crowd. Fear had left her a good time ago, between the bombing of America and her mother's less than savory appearance to torment her she had been robbed of any innocence. The quiet place she called home once before was a place of terror that she refused to return to. Memories of pain, fear and helplessness had plagued her for a good while, manifesting herself with false bravado under a facade she had named June, a childish way to act as a rider in order to vent her need to be strong. No longer a necessity as she had combated the woman and left the empty home to fight on her own.
Mukuro had not reacted kindly to the whole coming out and had carved her distaste for Ayano into her skin, it had been a daily reminder for her, that she was owned. Stopping before the cloth and textile shop she would find her eyes watering and was quick to send her vision skyward in order to not let her make up run, breathing in slow as one finger trailed along the barbed wire barely peeking above the collar of her blouse reassuring herself that she put such things behind her. Clasping her phone just a tad hard as she drew her finger from her neck and stepped into the textile shop as to not block it further from other civilians.
Pushing dark hair that reached down to her mid-back behind her golden hoops as she straightened her back and approached the counter, "Good afternoon, I'm here to pick up an order for the Denshi Fashion Firm for Kimmy." she stated her pitch soft, but the undertone was authoritative. Gaze cast down on the man before her who seemed skeptical before nodding and wandering away, she would keep her features clean of emotion while waiting. When he returned he would place several colorful rolls of fabric down, she'd go through them without taking much interest in those she made wait behind her. Scrutinizing each fabric for imperfections she would stop on a peach pink one, "The fabric is pulled and sun bleached." she stated calmly her eyes making their way to the man, "It's designed that way." the man sighed, "Sir, I do not have time to sit here and play games. Make this easy on the both of us and grab the newest swatch of cloth rather then rotating out your shoddy old fabric." she stated calmly as a kind smile pulled onto her face. The man seemed to pause before grumbling and grabbing the fabric and walking away again.
Letting out her held breath as her body shook with tremors for a few moments, being smack down on others was difficult as her personality tended to force her into just accepting what came. A designer couldn't be that way. Letting others walk all over you was not something she should allow, 'I mean if yer goin' to let yourself be a doormat ya might as well step your tiny little a** out that door there. This isn't a daycare or economics class girly, this is a ********' battlefield and the meek aren't welcome.' Kimmy had drilled that into her head multiple times. She didn't want to get another earful if she went back with faulty textiles. The man returned as she still held the same poise and posture as before. Lips pulled into a soft smile as he would show her the fabric a second time, "Much better, thank you." she stated kindly.
Leaving the store with invoice in hand and her bag filled to the brim with swatches of cloth, she'd check her watch and grimace, "I am going to be late by two minutes." she murmured as stress danced over her nerves and she was quick to turn and walk at a much faster pace than normal. The train was packed as always, it irked her to be in such close quarters with people now, in fact more than once she had experienced what was the male's opportunistic nature to cop a feel when they could. Ah, right on time. Pressure against her skirt had already appeared and drew across her once, she waited for a second as on rare occasions it was just a simple accident.
Nope.
Grip tightened on soft flesh and her foot instinctively raised as she let her heel bite into the top of the man's foot, the grip ceased as her elbow had rammed backwards into the fool who was quick to take his graces and back away into the crowd leaving her be. Ayano may have not been allowed to cause a scene as she could not be featured in any media lest she get fired from her job. It didn't mean she had to sit there and take it. Eyebrows drew together briefly as her delayed fear crossed her form and passed like a ripple in a pond, she wouldn't get attacked again. This was fine. Holding tight to her personal items she would exit at her stop and continue her journey back to the large corporate building that had become her new job site.
