Post by kotaxshoju on Jun 26, 2018 15:13:32 GMT -8
You can tell a lot about a person by the home they choose to live in. Home is actually a poor choice of words in its current context as the camera is taken into the "den" of Kota Shoju. It seemed that his "humble abode" was much less humble than it had appeared from its interior as the camera focused on the outside. He had managed to commandeer an entire factory, and in a very short amount of time, he had converted into a bastardized mixture of a Korean Hip-Hop video and a travelling circus. The scattered masses that had taken refuge in Kota's home for wayward souls all dressed like they were out of one of those hip-hop videos the style of the place was designed like. Not even mentioning the luminescent body and face paint half of the crowd of men and women were wearing. The entire place was buzzing like a bad acid trip and as the camera came inside we could see why: a party. A massive party involving scantily clad girls, more alcohol than an Irish wake, and music blaring throughout the place as everyone dance, sang and played games. Pool tables, table tennis, air-hockey, and classic arcade games, what more could you want.
The camera traversed through the sea of bodies and the footage became a series of cuts between people drinking, girls shaking, and everybody celebrating. Through a room that was just a blur of vague silhouettes in neon lights, we found a private room that more closely represented the man we were looking for. A coffee table sat in the centre of the room with about 60 different discarded bottles an cans that used to house alcohol, a room where the music was mostly absent and a single mattress lay in the corner. On the mattress itself was Kota. Well, Kota, and 4 different Asian girls dressed in nothing but leather booty shorts and jackets. It was impossible to see below Kota's shoulders but light blue denim was covering one of his shoulders. All 5 parties involved in this scene were passed out on the mattress, but slowly Shoju rose out of his sleep, crawling out from underneath them. We finally got a good look at Kota's outfit, and his sense of dress had grown in colour recently. The denim that had been covering his shoulder was part of a long-sleeve denim jacket that had gold studs in a square shape and a one-inch length going from the seam on his left shoulder and cascading down like a shower, shallowing in density the further down the jacket it got. He was also wearing white leather pants that were baggy at the top half and held up with a gold studded belt. The bottom half of those pants immediately converted into a slim-fit that were tucked into White and Gold Retro Jordan 1's.
Kota:
"I...
I go to California.
I face...
Four.
Four athletes.
I.... Can't... Lose."
The camera traversed through the sea of bodies and the footage became a series of cuts between people drinking, girls shaking, and everybody celebrating. Through a room that was just a blur of vague silhouettes in neon lights, we found a private room that more closely represented the man we were looking for. A coffee table sat in the centre of the room with about 60 different discarded bottles an cans that used to house alcohol, a room where the music was mostly absent and a single mattress lay in the corner. On the mattress itself was Kota. Well, Kota, and 4 different Asian girls dressed in nothing but leather booty shorts and jackets. It was impossible to see below Kota's shoulders but light blue denim was covering one of his shoulders. All 5 parties involved in this scene were passed out on the mattress, but slowly Shoju rose out of his sleep, crawling out from underneath them. We finally got a good look at Kota's outfit, and his sense of dress had grown in colour recently. The denim that had been covering his shoulder was part of a long-sleeve denim jacket that had gold studs in a square shape and a one-inch length going from the seam on his left shoulder and cascading down like a shower, shallowing in density the further down the jacket it got. He was also wearing white leather pants that were baggy at the top half and held up with a gold studded belt. The bottom half of those pants immediately converted into a slim-fit that were tucked into White and Gold Retro Jordan 1's.
Kota:
"I...
I go to California.
I face...
Four.
Four athletes.
I.... Can't... Lose."
