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Post by Shinda Chinmoku on Aug 19, 2013 20:12:21 GMT -5
Failure is your disease [atrb=border,0,true]Cheers and shouts can be heard from a local bar near the Seireitei, a rather decent place from the look of things and it's reputation. Well, as decent as a bar in the Rukongai can get. And of course, since it was so close to the Sereitei there had to be Shinigami stopping in it for drinks. And, by this logic and for those who knew him, Shinda would either be here or have been here. And tonight the brown-haired man was drinking his ass off more than usual. His demeanor was rowdy, his zanpakuto stashed on his waist as he drank, bruises and wounds visibly healing on him. His body was a mess from the recent bar-fights and training he had been getting, especially that one bout against a bunch of Shinigami. Shinda shuddered at the thought. He didn't like getting his ass kicked so much he felt like he might have died. WIth a sigh, he downs another shot of whiskey, ordering another. And, as the night progressed, he was soon drunk as hell. "I'm sorry bud, but you are being cut off." The barkeep says to Shinda, who just downed his ninth shot. His eyes shoot open and he slams his fists into the wooden bar. "Hey! I'm not done!" He protests. A glare from the larger man silences the Shinigami, who only grumbles, nodding and staggering his way outside. Perhaps a drunk walk through the town would give him some fun and maybe some more drinks along the way. With a grin, he begins to walk down the road, staggering and falling in places. Words:: --- Notes HAN: 6 REI: 5 HAK: 9 SEI: 3 BUK: 7 HOH: 9 You want my outline drawn
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Post by Shiro Tsukioka on Aug 25, 2013 22:05:43 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#transparent; width:400px; padding:20px;]surely, i've searched for the unfading miracle named 'you' tags: Shinda / words: 231 / notes: --
Once again, Shiro had nothing to do. He was walking through the streets of Rukongai at night, at a total loss. He hated days off, sometimes. He couldn't even sleep because he had done absolutely nothing the entire day. I guess it's my fault for being so quiet all the time... he thought. If he would only socialize more, he would have something to do on days like this. But most of the time, he just didn't know what to say to people. But there was that one girl: Erin. He had liked being around her, even if he didn't make that fact blatantly obvious. But, it didn't matter now. She wasn't in the Soul Society, and he had no idea if he would even see her again.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he never noticed the drunken Shinigami in front of him until he walked into him. "Ah..." Shiro stumbled backwards a little, almost losing his balance after the collision. As soon as he got his bearings, Shiro looked over to see that the person he had crashed into was a Shinigami like him, but he seemed to be inebriated. "Sorry..." he said awkwardly, not really wanting to deal with a drunkard at the moment. If he had ended up knocking the other Shinigami over, Shiro would reluctantly extend a hand, offering to help him up. |
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