Post by Epyon on Mar 30, 2011 0:30:00 GMT -5
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[align=left]An array of orange and yellow could be seen as the sun started descending towards the hills, night time was near and the officers of the forth were starting to finish up on some experiments. The streets were full of a vast array of colourful lights the transcended colours; blue, red, green, blue the colours just kept repeating in that beautiful pattern. The air was thick and warm, making most wear more exposed clothing styles. The sounds of children running around, adults mingling and the sound of many drinking down their favourite liquor at ‘The Noodle Palace’. The thick armour of the seafood broth and noodles being cooked just attracted more and more people. The restaurant was full of shinigami, nobles and even residents of Rukongai. Everyone just seemed happy but there was a feeling of frantic and chaos running around as the many waiters which were young girls in tight robes with developed features were taking orders. No wonder this was a hit restaurant that most men visited. The room was well lit and the walls were a peach colour, the tables holding a variety of numbers from two to ten and every number in between.
Epyon was sitting down in his office, wrapping a newly opened bandage around his head in the sacred way his people did. Still this old and keeping his traditions from a long time ago. It was funny though how he remembered this, a skill learnt from his human life maybe he did it so much turban wrapping just stuck to his mind. He continued wrapping the bandages around his head covering the grey hair which had changed from the deepest of darks many years ago. He stood up as he walked towards the door to go out of his office the that long hallway that he dreaded walking down. He touched the wooden door knob and stood there holding it. Epyon thought to himself, “Is my age getting to me?†he spoke so soft only he could hear it, he shook his head as he started to pounder. Thinking was a hard thing to do, Epyon personally didn’t like thinking about himself or those that effect him but why was he doing it now? Epyon was confused, maybe seeing so many young faces the last few days effected this. He let go of the door knob as he turned around and walked to his desk, he opened the door reaching over the marble desk he grabbed a magazine, he picked it up though so he couldn’t see it but you could tell that the cover was pink with big, bubble text on it with a word that started with ‘X’ on it. Once again he grabbed the door handle, sighed quietly and left the hall. Walking down the hall at this time of day was not as haunting as he thought, Epyon quickly reached the door to exit the building and did.
Quickly looking around as he took a few steps out from the door to avoid conclusion, he saw the many beautiful, young females walking around in groups with boyfriends, friends and even possible husbands. He walked out as his cheeks started to grow a little red as he passed the first lot of female; blonde, brunette, red head. He continued walking passing the second lot this time there being two blondes and a black haired girl. Maybe Epyon was doing some sort of statistics maybe not, what was only known is that Epyon passed around eight to ten different groups of girls and thought about their hair colour.
“That’s it, if there are fifteen blondes, five black, ten brunette and eight red heads that means this isn’t just a dream!†Epyon’s eyes grew wide as he raced down the street introducing himself to every single female he saw, when he stopped right in front of a famous restaurant. “The Noodle Palace? Wonder if they sell any good sake.†Epyon spoke out loud not caring who listened as he walked in and was greeted by what he thought to be one of the most sexist girls he had ever seen. Big breasts, hour glass figure and her eyes, oh god her eyes were the exact same colour as the seas, a beautiful dark blue. Epyon spoke “Excuse me miss but I lost my number, may I have yours?†Epyon spoke as his face was a dark crimson red, the girl spoke back in a very rude tone. “What? Are you here for a drink or are you just going to hit on me?†Epyon was shocked as to why the pickup line didn’t work, he got it from that magazine that the experts in the human world said would work every time. “Sorry, darling I’ll go to the bar.†Walking to the bar Epyon sighed as he sat down, the bar tender asking him what he wanted and Epyon replying in a depressed voice, “Sake.â€
Word Count: 823
GP: 16
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[align=right]Participants/Posting Order:
- [*:9wjyrht1]Epyon
[*:9wjyrht1]Ai Miyazawa / Gankutsuou
[*:9wjyrht1]Lancelot Aizawa
[align=right]Thread Status: Undergoing, waiting on Lancelot Aizawa to post[/align]
[align=left]An array of orange and yellow could be seen as the sun started descending towards the hills, night time was near and the officers of the forth were starting to finish up on some experiments. The streets were full of a vast array of colourful lights the transcended colours; blue, red, green, blue the colours just kept repeating in that beautiful pattern. The air was thick and warm, making most wear more exposed clothing styles. The sounds of children running around, adults mingling and the sound of many drinking down their favourite liquor at ‘The Noodle Palace’. The thick armour of the seafood broth and noodles being cooked just attracted more and more people. The restaurant was full of shinigami, nobles and even residents of Rukongai. Everyone just seemed happy but there was a feeling of frantic and chaos running around as the many waiters which were young girls in tight robes with developed features were taking orders. No wonder this was a hit restaurant that most men visited. The room was well lit and the walls were a peach colour, the tables holding a variety of numbers from two to ten and every number in between.
Epyon was sitting down in his office, wrapping a newly opened bandage around his head in the sacred way his people did. Still this old and keeping his traditions from a long time ago. It was funny though how he remembered this, a skill learnt from his human life maybe he did it so much turban wrapping just stuck to his mind. He continued wrapping the bandages around his head covering the grey hair which had changed from the deepest of darks many years ago. He stood up as he walked towards the door to go out of his office the that long hallway that he dreaded walking down. He touched the wooden door knob and stood there holding it. Epyon thought to himself, “Is my age getting to me?†he spoke so soft only he could hear it, he shook his head as he started to pounder. Thinking was a hard thing to do, Epyon personally didn’t like thinking about himself or those that effect him but why was he doing it now? Epyon was confused, maybe seeing so many young faces the last few days effected this. He let go of the door knob as he turned around and walked to his desk, he opened the door reaching over the marble desk he grabbed a magazine, he picked it up though so he couldn’t see it but you could tell that the cover was pink with big, bubble text on it with a word that started with ‘X’ on it. Once again he grabbed the door handle, sighed quietly and left the hall. Walking down the hall at this time of day was not as haunting as he thought, Epyon quickly reached the door to exit the building and did.
Quickly looking around as he took a few steps out from the door to avoid conclusion, he saw the many beautiful, young females walking around in groups with boyfriends, friends and even possible husbands. He walked out as his cheeks started to grow a little red as he passed the first lot of female; blonde, brunette, red head. He continued walking passing the second lot this time there being two blondes and a black haired girl. Maybe Epyon was doing some sort of statistics maybe not, what was only known is that Epyon passed around eight to ten different groups of girls and thought about their hair colour.
“That’s it, if there are fifteen blondes, five black, ten brunette and eight red heads that means this isn’t just a dream!†Epyon’s eyes grew wide as he raced down the street introducing himself to every single female he saw, when he stopped right in front of a famous restaurant. “The Noodle Palace? Wonder if they sell any good sake.†Epyon spoke out loud not caring who listened as he walked in and was greeted by what he thought to be one of the most sexist girls he had ever seen. Big breasts, hour glass figure and her eyes, oh god her eyes were the exact same colour as the seas, a beautiful dark blue. Epyon spoke “Excuse me miss but I lost my number, may I have yours?†Epyon spoke as his face was a dark crimson red, the girl spoke back in a very rude tone. “What? Are you here for a drink or are you just going to hit on me?†Epyon was shocked as to why the pickup line didn’t work, he got it from that magazine that the experts in the human world said would work every time. “Sorry, darling I’ll go to the bar.†Walking to the bar Epyon sighed as he sat down, the bar tender asking him what he wanted and Epyon replying in a depressed voice, “Sake.â€
Word Count: 823
GP: 16
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