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You're listening to LOVE SCREAM PARTY by SuG.
It was your average day in the Deserted Fairground. But suddenly, something new caught your eye. A stage? Was it some... talent show? And on the stage... an aisha.
His spiky blond-and-green hair that framed his pierced grinning face. Oddly cut bangs drew your attention to his cyan eyes, so bright they were almost neon. Matching cyan goggles perched on his head. Strapped to his body was a neon green electric guitar. With an exaggerated flourish, he took a deep bow before he spoke into the microphone. ´Thank you. I love you all!´ It seemed his performance was over. He winked at the female aishas in the audience, holding an imaginary phone to his ear and mouthing call me. You wanted to retch at his over confidence. Most of the female aishas ignored him, but he had already walked off stage. This aisha did sicken you, a little bit, but at the same time, he intrigued you. It seemed like there would be more to him than meets the eye. Someone else was making their way onto the stage, but you didn't really notice. You pushed your way out of the crowd, making your way backstage, but you were only greeted by an intimidating skeith. But you're smart. You fished in your pocket for a notebook and a pen. ´Press.´ The skeith grunted, and jerked his thumb behind him as he slid out of the way. You nodded politely and thanked him as you opened the door. You wondered how to approach this aisha, you didn't even know his name. ´DIEEE!!!´ The same aisha yelled loudly as he rammed the buttons on the game controller as hard as he could. ´Like you could beat me,´ a small brown wocky scoffed, calmly maneuvering his on-screen character in an attempt to knock out the aisha's character. Sure enough, "K.O." flashed on the screen, and the aisha shoved his controller aside huffily. ´Whatever. Isn't it your turn on stage now anyway?´ ´Oh. Right. Thanks for the reminder, Hotaru.´ There. Problem solved. You sighed with relief. ´You're not welcome, and I'm going to kick your butt when you get off stage.´ The wocky brushed past you as he left, and the aisha finally noticed he was not alone. ´Press.´ You give him the same excuse. His eyes widen in surprise, and he quickly fixed his hair and patted the seat next to him. You sat down, and he flashed you a cheesy grin. Sitting next to him, you could take in his features more clearly. You could see, kind of, how he was so confident. He was fairly good looking - not as great as some of the other musician neopets out there, mind you. ´Yo. What can I do for you?´ ´Uhh...´ ´...Do you want to hear me play music?´ You stare at him, and he picks up his guitar and starts improvising a song. You wince at his mock-singing. You don't suppose he's taking this too seriously, because, well, he's singing about... sock puppets.
After he shuts up, you decide to carry on with this "reporter" role, and ask Hotaruhi for some basic information. He seems happy to talk about himself, and you scribble notes down furiously so as not to blow your cover.
´So... If you don't mind telling me, how was your childhood like? How did you come to be living in the Haunted Woods?´
´Of course I don't mind. I love talking about myself!´ He grins happily. You sigh. ´I was born to a very young aisha, a fragile, helpless thing. Only hours from my birth was I snatched away from my mother by a human. I forgot his name - it was not important. He gave me a lame name I don't remember now, and I was his little adopted child or whatever. ´But as I grew up, he began to care less and less for me. He said he was leaving Neopia soon, and he left me, abandoned, in our lonely one-room cardboard neohome - he was quite the pauper. I was fourteen when he left. When he left, I sought for my own freedom. In the city. ´What else was there to do? How would I fend for myself? So I joined a gang. It was called... what was it called again? Yeah, I forgot. Whatever. The leader was fairly nice, surprisingly, and let me in easily. I was given the name "Hotaruhi" because of my love for glow sticks, things that produce light and what not. "The Light of a Firefly"... Yeah, they weren't really too good with words. ´Anyway, I was one with the gang, and we would all stick together. That's what you have to do. Watch each other's backs. I was in that gang for... two years, maybe, my memory's a little fuzzy. Then, a new leader came in. He went by the name Kashi. He was completely different from our older one. He was violent, cruel, and just wanted everyone to obey him. Needless to say, I left. ´Not without a fight, though. Kashi wouldn't let anyone leave alive. But I was lucky enough, sneaky enough, to make my way out of the fight - barely alive. ´So there I was. Sixteen, a delinquent, with nowhere to go. I wouldn't fit in Neopia Central anymore, and I would always have to be on the look out for Kashi and his gang. ´There was no other option. I ran away. Mystery Island seemed far away, seemed exotic enough. So I stowed away on a boat. ´Luckily for me, Aone, Aitoko, Atorii and Sora were vacationing on Mystery Island at that time. I arrived on the shore, still wounded from the fight. I collapsed on the beach. ´Sora was the first to notice me. At that time, he was fourteen - Aitoko and Atorii, sixteen. Curious, he ran over to me. I regained conciousness, and he asked if I was okay. I couldn't respond, and he made everyone else come over. ´After a short discussion, I had been welcomed into the household happily. Since then, I've been living with them, and they are my "family" now.´
´If it's not too personal... What about your love life?´ He pauses. ´No comment.´
´Ah... Okay then. What about your adoptive family?´ He smiles, and fishes in his wallet for a picture. He hands it to you.
´Do you have any other friends in this industry? Do you have time for friends that aren't musicians?´ ´Heh, I'm just a striving musician. I know right, I'm good looking enough to be a big star, yeah? Neopia doesn't know what it's missing. So yeah, my friends aren't musicians, but they're still awesome!´ He shoves some polaroids in your face.
(If your pet would like to be Hotaruhi's friend, drop Aone a neomail. n_n)
´Oh yeah, do you need pictures for your interview? I don't have the time for a photoshoot right now, but you can look through these pictures.´ new → old refsheet:
gifts/trades/etc:
The brown wocky returns from the stage. Hotaru glances at the clock. ´Haha! I talked too long! Not that you minded - since I am soo interesting. But tell me when the article is published okay?´ He shoves something into your hand and you leave backstage. You don't even have the heart to tell him that there was no interview. ![]() |
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