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Re: Kin Tsuchi app part. 5 --final
Third Person
Kin’s zori made odd noises as she semi-power walked through the back door of Feel Good to one of the filming studios, where she had been summoned rather abruptly half an hour ago. The blonde was obviously none too pleased with being ordered to come to Studio 12 immediately, but had no choice but to give in regardless of her wounded pride at being bossed around like a servant.

Not too mention the odd looks she was getting from some of the actors who obviously didn’t know her—which wasn’t surprising, she was new, and didn’t mingle with them overly much anyway—and she really didn’t blame them, after all, she was wearing traditional yukata and ‘geisha shoes’ with her hair pinned up and too elaborate makeup painted on her face. It was too much, but she had wanted to go all out for her final tea lesson before going home to show her mother. God where was her boss, why did he call her in here just to make her wait?!

“Hey I didn’t know we had a geisha theme today, cool!” A red haired guy, half nude had the audacity to walk up to her, with some horrible, barbaric form of a ‘swagger’, a cocky smile on his face as he took in her form and a look of disgust formed on her face, “Step away from me, I am not a part of this filming.” It was more polite than she had thought she could muster and she was rather pleased with herself, as the man was finally becoming uncomfortable with her glaring, “Uh, then why’re you dressed like that?”

“I was summoned here in the middle of a Tea lesson, not that it is any of your business.” For some reason, she really wanted it known that she wasn’t simply gallivanting around town dressed like this, “Tea lesson? Why the hell would you take a tea lesson?” Her eyes closed for a moment and she felt her patience wearing thin as she sorely hoped that this man wasn’t planning on reproducing anytime soon because that was definitely not a good idea, “Because it is traditional for Japanese women much younger than myself to be able to give a proper tea presentation.”

“Japa—wha?” The oaf was cut off as her boss finally came from one of the smaller rooms usually used for makeup and such, pulling a cellphone from his ear and waving to her, “Ah! Miss Tsuchi, I just got a call from the health department and they said that our permits have expired and we cannot legally film without them! I thought you had these things taken care of?” Even though his tone was jovial she knew he was serious, and would be rather angry with her if she didn’t remedy the situation, and she felt her irritation rise because there shouldn’t have been a situation in the first place.
Of all the incompetent people she had to work with in her life, the Nevada health department had to be the worse by far. She straightened her back and felt her fists tighten inside her too big sleeves before jerking her head to the side, “You, runner!” that’s what employees jokingly called the people who seemed to exist solely for running things and messages back and forth in the building, from one section or the other, “Go to my office and go into the silver filing cabinet, bring me the 2010 manilla folder under B, hustle!”

“B, Miss Tsuchi?” Her boss looked confused at her words, not at all phased at her sharp commands that she had just issued out to the young man that had just frantically darted out the door.

“For bureaucratic bullshit sir, I know I filed those permits in January, those documents will prove it, I’ll fax them into the agent who called you within the hour after you verify them yourself.” He offered her a satisfied smile and patted her on the shoulder before yelling out to the rest of the set, “Okay you bums back to work, we’re rolling in 15!”