<strong>Chisato Arikawa<br/>Location: Arriving in Inaba<br/>Time: June 5th, 2018. Monday, noon</strong><br/><br/>Chisato had spent most of the taxi ride... she didn't like to think of it as<em>changing</em>, that just sounded perverted, changing in the back seat of a taxi. But it kind of was, just... not in the way the word would make most people think of. Oh, what did it matter? She was the one thinking, and she knew what she meant.<br/><br/>So yes, changing. She'd pulled the bows out of her hair and combed it straight, returned the comb and bows to her purse and pulled out a pair of glasses. There was, unfortunately, little she could do about her outfit; the skirt was too short, the blouse too pricy for<em>just some student</em>in Inaba to be wearing--Inaba was pretty rural, she'd heard that from someone--but what was there to do? She'd had to wear them to the studio. Couldn't show up in something casual.<br/><br/>Once they arrived at Inaba she hopped out of the tax, paid the driver, and offered a bright smile and cheery "Buh-bye!" before he drove off.<br/><br/>The building... was... she didn't know. Fairly big? Nice-looking? Truth was, she didn't know what to compare it to. It was an apartment... building. A lot bigger than the place she'd grown up, but that made sense.<br/><br/>Well, time was wasting! Chisato went inside, introduced herself--"Hello, sorry, I hope I'm not bothering you--Ah, thanks; anyway, um, right! I'm Chisato Arikawa, I just... well, I'm just<em>moving</em>in, but I was told I should come to the front desk, they'd have my key here?--Oh, right! Um, ID... here you go.--Thanks! Oh, sorry, silly of me, the best way to get there is...?--Oh! Okay, thank you very much. Have a nice day, I'll see you around!"--and headed up to the third floor, pausing briefly to admire the carpets; forest-green, with simplistic but appealing designs in brown, bears and some animals she was fairly certain weren't native to the country.<br/><br/>It was, she'd been informed, the cheapest luxury apartment in Inaba. The truth was, she didn't<em>need</em>a luxury apartment. The carpets were nice and all, but who was she going to impress--herself? Sure, it was nice coming in, but it'd get old living there. And it would mean she couldn't really invite anyone over, but...<br/><br/>Chisato sighed. She really did regret letting herself be talked into it. Her manager had been insistent, though; it would be good in case someone ever wanted to visit<em>her</em>to talk about a deal. Not that anything like that had ever happened. Maybe it looked better on paper?... She didn't know. And there was no sense being moody about it now. At least it wasn't something<em>expensive</em>.<br/><br/>She slid her key into the lock, gave it a quick turn, and stepped inside.<br/><br/>The apartment was... not as bad as she'd been expecting. Not as--good? As... big. As over-the-top.<br/><br/>Certainly, it was bigger than she needed. The living room was... nice, she decided. Fairly spacious, but nothing outrageous. She slipped out of her shoes; the carpet felt soft, at least through her socks. There was a couch near the middle of the room, facing a wall-mounted flat-screen television that was... not<em>that</em>big. Bigger than her family had ever owned, bigger than anything she needed, but not... huge. Not ridiculous.<br/><br/>The place did feel a little barren, she had to admit. But, that could be changed. She'd just have to... breathe some life into it.<br/><br/>Chisato considered thanking her manager for not going overboard--it's not like she could write off<em>rent</em>as one of her expenses--but decided against it. She'd wanted to pick a place for herself, but she'd also wanted to hurry up and get the move over, and it had been a horridly busy two weeks. Her manager had volunteered to take care of it, and she'd agreed. It wasn't like she knew anything about Inaba, and to be fair, this place had probably wound up being a better deal than whatever she would've found. She'd likely have gotten something smaller, more expensive, and... er. Worse. Yeah.<br/><br/>The bathroom was pristine, and the tub looked heavenly. The kitchen was functional--she had a hard time thinking nice things about a kitchen--which just left the bedroom.<br/><br/>The first thing that confronted her upon entry was<em>boxes</em>. Those would be her things. The bed was... tempting. The closet was spacious, which was a good thing; her clothes filled nearly half of the available room. What the place<em>didn't</em>have was a dresser. Still, it was... Alright, she had to admit. It was<em>fantastic</em>. She gave a little pirouette on one heel, indulged herself in a brief, silly little dance while nobody was watching, and considered her options.<br/><br/>She could unpack, but--no. The morning's shoot had been tiring, and she didn't have anything planned for the next week, so plenty of time to unpack later. Which meant, for the time being--shower!<br/><br/><strong>Chisato Arikawa<br/>Location: Inaba Apartment<br/>Time: Monday, early afternoon<br/>Tagged: Any / None</strong><br/><br/>Still smelling faintly of flowers, Chisato finished dressing herself.<br/><br/>She'd air-dried while inventorying the variously-sized boxes. The first she'd picked as a small one, expecting her jewelry and other accessories. Instead, it had been a museum. Right on top had been one from two years ago. Her manager must have helped move, because on the cover was a sticky note declaring,<em>First time on the cover! That's my girl!</em>She'd flashed a little smile, at that.<br/><br/>Truth was, she didn't look... much different. She still<em>looked</em>like a teenager. Well, alright. She'd<em>been</em>a teenager until two months ago. Still, she didn't look her age. Which, she thought wryly, was probably why she was actually successful.<br/><br/>It was, she felt, a very good picture. Very flattering, though the angle made her breasts look bigger than they actually were. Which, she thought wryly, was probably why she'd wound up on the front cover.<br/><br/>She'd put that box off to the side; she kept a collection of magazines she'd appeared in. It felt a bit pervy at times, considering some of the magazines she'd posed for--no nudes, that was her rule, and her manager told her it was a good one--but still, it let her see herself the way other people did.<br/><br/>...Staying inside looking at old pictures of herself, Chisato concluded, was no way to spend her first day in her new home. She had a town to explore! She found and unboxed what she was looking for, headed to the bathroom, and made herself presentable.<br/><br/>Just a little makeup: enough to bring out the color in her cheeks, no more. No eyeshadow; no point, she felt, with her glasses. She gathered her hair up and pulled it into a tail at the nape of her neck. No wig; it's not like she was going to school, and it would be a nuisance to wear. Fleur-de-lys earrings; she rather liked them. That dealt with, she set about dressing herself. Snug bra, one that pushed her breasts down enough to be less... prominent. Pink button-up shirt; black skirt, a few inches short of knee-length, and... not pleated. Stockings?... No, not in this heat, the skirt was long enough. High socks, though.<br/><br/>Chisato gave herself a quick once-over, slipped on her glasses, retrieved her purse, and after making sure she had her new apartment's keys, headed outdoors, locking the place behind her.<br/><br/>It would, she decided, be a good day.<br/><br/>She fully expected to get lost; but that would be half the fun of it! She knew her apartment's address, so it would only be a matter of asking for directions when she got bored, tired, or both.