Post by Miaru Hidane on Mar 27, 2013 14:57:32 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] SAVE YOUR TEARS FOR SOMETHING WORTH CRYING FOR The sun was beginning to set and it had been a slow day, so Hidane had decided to take off and let the Shinigami representatives of the city do their work. Instead, he decided it had been a while since he had paid a visit to the warehouse. Usually when he did, there was nobody else there, but he always hoped he could meet up with a few of the other Visored still out in Karakura. It would be nice to become acquaintances with others like himself. The only other Visored he had properly met were Mokou, the first Visored he had ever even known about, and Seleucid, the one whom had overseen his Hollowfication. He had briefly seen the other exiles from a century ago when he had completed his Hollowfication, but it had barely been enough for him to even match names to faces. He entered the warehouse casually, and with no shock at all, he found the place empty of others. He made his way to the fridge and took out a can of soda before making his way over to one of a few couches set around a wooden table. He felt comfortable here. Perhaps he wasn’t familiar with the place’s other residents, but it had become known as a safe haven for their kind, and they weren’t usually here when he was anyway. He made himself at home when he was there; not quite as much as in his apartment deeper into the city, but it was still comfortable. He glanced at the television, but didn’t quite feel like turning it on. Instead, he leaned his head back after snapping open the soda can and taking a sip, staring out of the high windows of the warehouse at the diminishing daylight seeping in. Damn. What a tiring day he thought to himself; dozing off. To be quite honest, he wasn’t absolutely sure where the person he was suppose to meet was. This part of town wasn’t exactly popular on his list, being that it was particularly excessive in crime and violence. Of course, he did like to pop in every once in a while and serve out a large heap of felonious activity, but other than that he avoided it. Thus, he didn’t know his way around here very well. TAGS: Private • WORDS: • 392 THEME: General |