#fauxcheva

OPENING JUNGLE APPLICATION…

Knit together by thin, thin strings of voltaic current, his body a HEARTLESS puppet with no decent view of the outside world - to peer through binary and code, view the sights any camera in the region could witness... he would not call it a lonely venture, but perhaps a restless one.        And with that restlessness in mind, the idle ping of message systems exploding with controversy over such a sudden and reckless mission bringing so many members of his fold to a single place was a welcome sight.                    - - - no?      There was one PLAYER who was oddly absent, even when his kin had responded with such fervor - a young man who held many high scores, who was, perhaps, a little in over his head.

                                              “Oh?” There was a subtle knock at his back door, one that would have been missed if he hadn’t paid heed, and the KING would be there to confront the would-be saboteur.

  The perpetrator’s screen would flash once, twice, the JUNGLE symbol flickering bright and green before the familiar mascot of the social media platform, pixelated and amused, would take up most of the monitor.

   “ | | Greetings, Fushimi Saruhiko, I do not believe that is a doorway you can enter. | | “

— ❝Ah... it’s today, innit?

       ....tch, already so late. You’ll probably get this well after the fact.

                           Anyway. Here it is - a birthday sentiment:

   “No matter how big your head gets, after soakin’ up all that stuffy Blue, we’ll always open the door wide enough for ya, at HOMRA.

....stop by every now and then. Even if it’s just to complain for a bit.

         That sour expression’ve yours gets missed, too.”

                                                          Hn. That’ll do.

                                                                I’ll see you ‘round, kid.❞

@fauxcheva​

  “  Saruhiko,  you  look  like  you  are  about  to  pass  out  on  your  feet.  You  need  to  get  some  sleep.  “

   For  once,  the  remark  was  not  accompanied  with  the  usual  flamboyance  of  the  BEAUTY  ANGEL.  No  embellishment  or  extravagance,  nor  proclamations  of  it  being  his  duty  as  the  angel  of  beauty.  Instead  is  was  actually  SERIOUS,  his  usual  cheerful  smile  traded  for  one  of  calm  intelligence  -  the  face  hidden  behind  the  mask  he   wore.  Indeed  ,  the  Gold  King  was  right  when  saying  there  was  a  beast,  something  dangerous  lurking  under  the  surface  of  the  purple-haired  man.

   Yukari  had  just  gotten  back  from  a  mission,  footsteps  making  no  announcement  of  their  owner’s  arrival,  and  in  his  greeting  of  surprising  Saruhiko,  he  had  shown  he  could  conceal  his  larger  than  life  aura.  Now  quick  hands  hung  up  his  coat,  peeling  off  the  leather  gloves  as  he  looked  over  towards  JUNGLE’s  newest  J-Rank.  

ACTOR AU

            Ueda Naoko, twenty-two, was born and raised in Osaka prefecture by a Japanese father and a British mother. A seasoned actor, he’s been on screen and jumping between commercials and background roles since he was a child. His first major television role was for a drama series he acted in at age ten, and ever since then he’s been doing fairly well in the entertainment industry. You may recognize him from other popular shows such as Bungou Stray Dogs or Free! Eternal Summer. He’s currently popular among casting agents because of his unique natural orange hair, a trait passed down from his mother’s side, and his general personality. 

            An inherently dorky sort, Naoko (or ‘Nao-chan’) loves to laugh, especially at himself. He tries hard to keep himself from being changed by the stress and harshness of the entertainment industry, and does that by using humor- which as a result makes him a pretty approachable person. An easygoing attitude has caused him to get along well with whichever cast and crew he is a part of at any given time, though the K project cast are some of his favorites because many of them are right around his age. He gets along famously with Fushimi’s actor, for example. He often credits his ability to reach a likeness with Yata to Fushimi’s realness, and talks about in interviews the type of support he feels from his actor. Because they’ve had so many scenes and just generally spent so much time together, they’ve developed a good relationship outside of work as well and meet up every once in awhile. 

            Besides that, he gets along fairly well with Awashima’s actress. The two dated for awhile, but because of conflicting schedules and different locations they ended things. They still get along well however, and in fact he plans to be at her Okinawa wedding taking place in the spring. Finally, he rather enjoys spending time talking to Kokujōji’s actor, who’s actually a musician in his day to day life that’s friends with the director, and was roped into his role as the gold king as a result. Naoko enjoys him because it’s rare to meet such a mature seasoned entertainer, and he’s been pleasantly surprised by how progressive the man seems to be. Due to his influence, Naoko has even taken up the piano as a decompressor in such a hectic life. He greatly admires the type of existence the other lives, and shows his support for his music career whenever able.

                                            .Further Information.

X He has fun on set by pranking the cast and crew, most times alongside Fushimi’s actor. Despite that, he’s very grateful to the people he works with, and he never forgets a birthday.

X He’s obsessed with adding on cutesy honorifics to peoples’ names, such as -pyon, -pi, -nyan, -tan, etc.

X He gets type casted quite a lot because of his petite stature and bright hair. Usually as either a more violent type or a timid goof. He doesn’t exactly mind, though he’d like to expand upon his skill set if at all possible.

X Yata has grown on him quite a bit since he started with the show. He thinks he’s a pretty cute kid, albeit fairly misguided. He has no problem with acknowledging character flaws.

X He and Fushimi’s actor are constantly making fun of the way their characters interact. Both of them think it’s surely the most ridiculous thing they’ve ever seen, like little kids keeping this long standing rivalry because one of them took a favorite toy. Those takes when they have fight scenes always need to be redone the most times, one of them will always exaggerate a line or facial expression and get the other laughing.

X He loves his fans, but despite being friendly he’s actually somewhat shy when faced with any level of adoration. He’s the type to most likely deflect compliments onto his castmates. They know the drill.

X He and the rest of the crew are all pretty protective of Sukuna and Anna’s actors. Whenever it feels like they’ve been shooting too long, they’ll put a stop to it and make sure the kids are well rested. And when meeting with fans, they always make sure nobody crowds them. Even though Naoko doesn’t know them very well, he still remembers how scary it could sometimes get to be a child actor- so he tries to exercise a little extra empathy towards them.

X He thinks the kid who plays middle school Yata (Tsuyu-san) is the cutest thing ever. He’s probably had the poor guy FaceTime every member of his family in an effort to fool them. That aside, they get along very well. Naoko’s given him a lot of advice on how to navigate the business and what to do with certain job offers. An honorable mention must be brought to the table for the boy who plays middle school Fushimi- Naoko thinks he’s just as adorable and that both of them definitely have the potential to go places.

X He’s incredibly ticklish- it always takes a solid extra thirty to forty minutes for the make-up artists to paint his HOMRA tattoo because he loses his mind every time the instruments touch his skin. What makes matters worse is they often have to redo it because of all the falls Yata takes throughout the series.

She’s reading a book about computer coding in the back corner of the room. It was always useful to read up on this stuff. Sometimes it helps with her hacking. But other people don’t need to know this. 

The room was pretty vacant. Not many people come to the library now a days. So, her attention was briefly vacant when she caught someone pass by out of her peripheral vision. 

Her gaze lingers on him a little longer than it should. Mainly because there was a leaf stuck in his hair. Does he not know? She should probably tell him...

Hikari gets up from the corner table and follows him. 

Yugi walked through the streets with his hands on the straps of his backpack. The sidewalks were nearly empty at this time of night; his only company were office workers coming home from overtime and university students from drinking parties. The sun was setting behind the tall, tall buildings and Yugi was just admiring it all was when a woman screamed from behind him.

“My bag! He took my bag!” 

Yugi spun around and saw the thief with a festival mask charging right for him, the purse in the crook of his arm like a rugby player. Yugi almost looked around for anyone who would stop the criminal...

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Fushimi x Yata (1/4)

Name: Fushimi Ichiro (伏見一郎)

Physical appearance: He has shaggy dark brown hair swept and styled, and brown eyes. He’s slightly tall and has some muscle from boxing and other fighting centered activity. He dresses in a very casual and slightly disheveled way, and has four ear piercings, two on each ear.

    Nothing. A PERFECT match to the color that dressed him— a calm, cool, relaxed BLUE. A blank stare if not with just a hint of familiar annoyance. Yet unseen was the way his mind replayed recent events as if flipping through a photo album. The way his thoughts RACED as he tried to pinpoint an exact tipping point. ‘ what did it ? ’ asked over and over in an unrelenting way. DEMANDING an answer. Somewhere mixed in was a shout— angry with himself— ‘ shut up ! ’ and everything came to a quiet HALT. There wasn’t a need to get so worked up over who he was dealing with. Yet at the same time, he had every reason to.

         And oh— he almost HATED that.

    “ … Heh. ” His shoulders shook for a brief moment in false amusement. “ Just what do you mean by that ? You’ll have to learn to be more SPECIFIC, Misaki. Not everyone is going to understand such a VAGUE statement. ” Already there was a grin at his lips happily acting like a favored temporary tattoo. It wasn’t the widest it could be, a SIGN that he wasn’t yet sure how seriously to take the other, but knowing the red clansman…he wouldn’t catch onto that.

   Had this been a different time, a different phase of their lives, perhaps he would have noticed the cracks in the other’s visage of indifference, the way his taunting smirk fell short before it ever quite reached its mark. But they weren’t kids anymore & the redhead, too, lacked his trademark fire. 

  They’d been fighting so much lately; he knew it even before gaining input from his fellow clansmen & king. It’d taken him long enough, but he’d started to notice the jaded lilt in Kusanagi’s stature, or the loneliness that took Anna’s delicate features at times late into the night.

                             “This shit. The fighting. ‘m serious, Saruhiko.” 

  The bartender and his king had been unhappy lately, to say the least, and Yata knew his impetuous nature caused them undue stress- knew the constant friction between he and the blue opposite him brought forth only a taxing disquiet & more exertion of gentility to maintain the fragile stability between their clans. He couldn’t be the reason for their strife anymore. Not when Kusanagi-San was hanging onto his composure by a thread.

   Not when he promised he’d become someone Anna could genuinely rely on.

                   “We can hate each other, that’s fine. But I can’t screw around with you all the time anymore. Kusanagi-San’s been tellin’ me I need to start growing up. I think so too.”