[OPEN] Luring the NEET out

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/34qoh9j.png); background-color: FDF9EF; background-repeat: repeat-y; border-radius: 0 25 25 0][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: F53F37; float: right; width: 250px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -150px; margin-top: 30px]i believe in dreams[style=margin-top: -2px; margin-left: 100px]come true[/style][/style][style=width: 300px; float: right; height: 5px; background-color: F53F37; margin-top: 60px][/style][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/qzU5g.png); -webkit-border-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius: 50px; border-radius: 50px; margin-top: 10px; border: 2px solid F53F37; margin-right: -30px][/style][style=float: right; width: 340px; margin-right: 10px; background-color: FDF9EF; opacity: 0.9; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px][style=color: F53F37; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 10px]It was safe to say that she was a stubborn person to be lured out of her hiding hole home with just a mere bribery of a spanking-new game console, but now that she's already here, she might as well do something about it. Working like this, unfortunately, is not her forte since she rather stay at home and spend the rest of her time in front of the PC while waiting for that new torrent she was downloading to finish. Also safe to say that she spends almost half of her time as of recent taking it easy and not doing any decent job herself, compared to the rest of the prefecture. Japan's starting to worry about her, but Okinawa- Hourai Aragaki- reassured him that she's doing fine. So, now why do they have to lure her out just so to let her do something she's not going to do in the first place? Simple; their boss is pretty much bothered about Okinawa's lifestyle as of late after America decided to graciously crash in on her place, so now they have to find a way to make her be a bit less elusive to the other nations and a bit more active. Simple, right? After taking away her only means of entertainment outside of her home (Her trusty DSi), Okinawa's definitely not much happy about her conditions, listening to the meeting while Japan attended the ones with the W8, already bored with its usual discussions and wishing to be back to her home, hole herself up in there and hope nobody dare to disturb her while she does her raid in this new MMOPRG she have borrowed from Korea. Heaven knows that she likes her games at the point of doing just that. And they say Okinawa's an old one. Nope, not exactly, but we're getting there. [/style][style=float: right; width: 300; height: 70px; padding: 20 10 0 0; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px]music

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notes [/color]Okinawa after the world meetings, not as grumpy but still in sour mood since she's out in the sunshine. Geez. XD[/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

Johnny never really came to the world meetings, after all he was just a state and most of the politics of the meeting were for the countries. Which was just fine by him as he had more then his fair share of issues and meetings and things to sit in on, as a state, and as an advisory to some of the biggest companies on wall street. But he decided to tag along to the W8 meeting with Al because he owed Feliciano a cheesecake and if Johnny sent it along with Alfred, he was sure it would never reach the Italian because his beloved country would probably eat it as soon as Johnny turned his back on the blond and the dessert.

With his mission done though, Johnny had sat around listening to what was essentially a bunch of bickering between the nations, a look of mild disinterest on his face. How did they ever manage to get anything done this way? Sighing softly he listened for a while longer, already getting restless with just sitting there, Johnny was used to constant movement, always being on the go, he was New York after all. Just when he thought he would start twitching his cellphone rang and Johnny quietly excused himself, sure that no one even noticed as he slipped out into the hallway and took the call, one of his investors calling with a juice piece of information to be passed along to a corporate head.

Making a few more calls as he paced the hallways Johnny wasn't even aware that the meeting was ending or where he was going when he spotted someone sitting and generally being reclusive, with their nose shoved into a game system and almost automatically knew who the person had to be. Ending the phone call and pushing the sunglasses he was never without back up the bridge of his nose, grinning to himself a bit as he quickly closed the back between them with long easy strides, "Hourai I see ya dere," Johnny said in a bit of a sing song voice, infamous Bronx accent thick in every syllable, "Gotta admit though, I didn't expect to see ya around here," Slipping into the chair beside her with more grace then someone would expect from him at first glance he tilted his head a little and gave her a grin, "So how ya doin' toots?" He knew she didn't like leaving her house, and took a certain amusement in the fact that she was here.

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Date:Present
Location: World Conference place
Music: I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco
Notes:[/color] Johnny to annoy the rescue!
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His brow raised a little, had she just hissed at him? Shaking his head with a small chuckle Johnny pushed his sunglasses back up on the bridge of his nose and attempted to get a little more comfortable in the generally stiff chair. All that padding was just for show apparently, or he had just gotten to used to the luxurious leather and padded chairs at his office, either way he shifted around a little more, scowling slightly for a moment and checking his cell phone as was his little tick. Even when he didn't feel the phone going off he was constantly checking it in case he got a new call or a message or some sort of alert, simply because his job revolved around it, especially now that he wasn't in the office.

Since he didn't have any sort of messages or updates Johnny placed the cellphone back in the pocket of the black pants he was wearing and leaned over towards Hourai a little, "Well toots I think I've said it before, some sunlight and fresh air aint gonna kill ya," Why anyone would want to spend all their time shut in one place was beyond him, if Johnny didn't have to be stuck in a cramped up office then he wasn't, to put simply. You had a better chance catching the man walking through Central Park or charming the pants off men and women up and down 5th Avenue or Broadway, "Uh, yeah it would be expected if ya didn't wanna be rude........," He sort of trailed off a bit, not reprimanding her or anything but simply trying to tell her how it was supposed to go. Wow, socially repressed much?

Johnny didn't think she was that much of a shut in, already he was thinking he needed to drag her out to a few different places, meet people and shake the dust off. The blond was just so sociable that he couldn't imagine someone actually wanting to keep to themselves. Nodding the man checked his phone again at just the mention of being busy, nothing, "Yeah, but hey I like bein' busy, and dis is what pays for my condo in lower Manhatten right?" A soft chuckle escaped him, Johnny loved making money because he sure knew how to spend it, New York City was an expensive place to live and some people had heart attacks when they found out how much money he shelled out for his apartment, just cause it had a view of the Statue of Liberty from the bedroom window, "Hey how about we go get lunch, dunno bout you, but I'm kinda hungry," His first attempt at getting this hermit out into the world more.

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Date:Present
Location: World Conference place
Music: I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco
Notes: theyre like exact opposites xD
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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/34qoh9j.png); background-color: FDF9EF; background-repeat: repeat-y; border-radius: 0 25 25 0][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: F53F37; float: right; width: 250px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -150px; margin-top: 30px]i believe in dreams[style=margin-top: -2px; margin-left: 100px]come true[/style][/style][style=width: 300px; float: right; height: 5px; background-color: F53F37; margin-top: 60px][/style][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/qzU5g.png); -webkit-border-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius: 50px; border-radius: 50px; margin-top: 10px; border: 2px solid F53F37; margin-right: -30px][/style][style=float: right; width: 340px; margin-right: 10px; background-color: FDF9EF; opacity: 0.9; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px][style=color: F53F37; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 10px]"Yes it does." That was the quick reply of Hourai, though in a loud murmur of course, shifting her gaze towards the window. "Especially at the time like this, I rather sit comfortably myself inside my own home than to go out." She pause once more before she added as an afterthought. "And it's hot at the time lile this." If it was not Johnny, they would claim that her reasoning is petty and needed to think deeply about it. Ah, that's how Hourai and her deteriorated state of mind thanks to video games works. "Don't worry," At least Hourai seem to understand his good intentions. "It happens." She waved one hand to dismiss the issue, knowing too well that pondering on it would probably cause more reason for her to stay inside, and the last thing everyone needs to Hourai is becoming more and more of a Shut-in. Geez, this woman has problems. Tilting her head a bit at the statement, the female was actually curious as of how he lives compared to her lifestyle, making her wonder if maybe her petty problems are nothing compared to theirs. Then again, taking note on what happened to her back then, she rather not think about it. Again. "You are most fortunate then," The raven-haired female said, part of her mind already twitching from the lack of her fingers pressing a button and hearing the 32-bit sound she used to hear. "I haven't done as much as you do, but I am trying my best." By 'trying my best' meaning 'I'm working so my boss won't take away my game consoles and cut my cable', but that works too. As soon as the taller State invited her for lunch, Hourai was about to decline when she heard her stomach growling and recalled that the breakfast seem so long time ago. Besides, declining an offer would be a very disrespectful thing and that's not how she rolls in the society despite her NEET tendencies. "I suppose I could accompany you." Standing up from her seat, the female waited for the blonde-haired male to do so as she made a faint smile, thinking that probably eating out wouldn't be that bad. She'll be doing this once in a while, though. "Do you suggest a place where we can eat, by any chance?" [/style][style=float: right; width: 300; height: 70px; padding: 20 10 0 0; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px]timeline

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"Now we both know dat ain't da truth. Ya ain't a vampire, are ya? Wont burst into flames or nothin' right?" Well, maybe she was, the woman had hissed at him after all, and she really didn't get out very much.........or ever actually. Honestly Johnny was probably just psyching himself out, she didn't look like a vampire, the way that Romania and his capital did but why else would someone choose to lock themselves away from the sun and the fresh air and the general outdoors constantly? He was starting to think he needed to get a vial of holy water. But then again, she would have burst into flames by now anyways, well never mind then.

Making up his mind that she wasn't in fact one of the undead, risen from the grave to take his blood, Johnny gave her any easy grin again, "It aint dat hot out, nice try though," A soft chuckle left him, he really was trying to understand how she could prefer to enclose herself in a place more then the open space of the great outdoors. Signing softly he ran a hand through his perpetually messy hair and pushed his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose, a wry smile on his face, Johnny was always considered a workaholic, just the thought caused the state to check his phone again quickly, all on impulse.

"As long as ya try right? Hey no worries though, New York is a busy place after all," Always so busy, "I get all sorts comin' through da city constantly, and I like havin' spendin' money," What he considered spending money and what others considered spending money normally differed by about three zeros at the end of the number. He had to have the best, he had to stay classy, and New York was definitely an expensive place to live, "Just gotta do what ya gotta do," It was something of a motto of his, what kept him pushing through his obnoxious workloads.

Standing as well Johnny fixed his vest and grinned, he liked taking people to lunch but he had been sure that she would have turned him down, since she seemed to dislike company so much, "Anythin' you want in particular? I know of a pretty good Italian place a few block from here," The man could find a good place to eat just about anywhere you left him, it was like some random special gift of his, "Well no time like da present den," With a grin he motioned for her to follow, damn he was hungry.



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Date:Present
Location: World Conference place
Music: I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco
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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/34qoh9j.png); background-color: FDF9EF; background-repeat: repeat-y; border-radius: 0 25 25 0][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: F53F37; float: right; width: 250px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -150px; margin-top: 30px]i believe in dreams[style=margin-top: -2px; margin-left: 100px]come true[/style][/style][style=width: 300px; float: right; height: 5px; background-color: F53F37; margin-top: 60px][/style][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/qzU5g.png); -webkit-border-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius: 50px; border-radius: 50px; margin-top: 10px; border: 2px solid F53F37; margin-right: -30px][/style][style=float: right; width: 340px; margin-right: 10px; background-color: FDF9EF; opacity: 0.9; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px][style=color: F53F37; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 10px]A small snort escaped from her nose; a vampire. Her. Seriously, she was pretty sure she doesn't burn up in the sun. Ok, so she doesn't want to go out recently, but that's because she was busy with the games and internet, not because of she'll burn and die. Still, it was a fun thought, she have to admit, she'll have to keep that in mind in the future. "Depends," She mused, a mild hum escaping her mouth at the thought. "As long as I'm not the kind of vampires I see in TV these days... Video game ones, maybe." It was a joke- something she rarely do- but she is in accompany of someone so might as well show some social skills in there while she's at it. A small tilt in the head courtesy from the raven-haired prefecture as she looked up to ponder for a bit before Okinawa replied back with a wave of her sleeve-covered hand. "Alright, you got me, but I still prefer the indoors." Once upon a time, she used to like the outdoors as much as the next person... er.... nation... or something, but it all went down in flames (ha ha.) thanks to a certain nation. She won't tell that to New York, of course, since he has nothing to do with it, and she can't channel her pent-up grudge petty annoyance to him or to any of America's states since they have nothing to do with it unless they are directly involved in some manner. Besides, she is only annoyed to America as him, not him (and his states) as a whole, so they're pretty much good in her book. Somewhat. "Maybe it's because of all the shows I need to catch up." Hourai added in a honest tone, recalling how she even refused to go out just so she could finish a certain show she was watching. "I still think I'm not used to your place, though," she admitted, having quite a shock when she first stepped to the streets of New York. It was many people- too many for her- and she swore it was like when she visited Tokyo and went to either Akihabara or Shinjuku to buy some stuff. Compared to the serene, peaceful and tranquil Okinawa, New York is loud, crowded and messy in all places, but she guess that was Johnny's charm. She doesn't blame him for that, but it'll be a while before the prefecture could take it in. "Again, you are fortunate to be in such a good condition. Sometimes, I envy you." Hourai said, showing a ghost of a smile- something she, though not rarely, seldom show to anyone outside her territory. "Surprise me." Hourai, for once, decided to not be picky with the food (though she'll miss her healthy, Okinawan diet she tends to keep) as she awaited for the blonde-haired state to decide where they would eat. It would be nice if they could eat something healthy, but the female doesn't seem to mind eating some burger or pizza or any greasy food. It was rare of her to do so and a treat like that once in a while won't harm her a bit. As much as possible, of course. He suggested that there's this good Italian restaurant a block from here and, with a nod, the raven-haired Okinawan followed the New Yorker diligently, like a puppy trailing its master, as he leads her to this location. Italian's good too, she thought, maybe she could order some pizza since it's been a while since the nation- Italy- that Kiku-niisama brought home one time made one for them. Well, maybe New York wasn't that bad, she could stay around and hang out with him for a bit. [/style][style=float: right; width: 300; height: 70px; padding: 20 10 0 0; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px]timeline

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