Post by Kamui on Apr 20, 2011 6:41:00 GMT -5
Gareki stopped, his amber eyes showing off no fear or anxiety, although there was definitely some of both. After all, who could simply walk up the chambers of the Primera, and stand there untouched and unaffected by the big number one that was painted on all the walls and corridors leading to this place, that glared at him with clear hostility. The Arrancar did not know much about the other Espada, and as such, this was his first stop in meeting the others who were part of the Six. He himself was the newest addition, having been announced as the Sexto only a few weeks ago, or was it days? Time flew by so quickly, and only now, Gareki had decided to show up here, where he should have shown up so long ago... but at least he did come, though the way in which he did was probably unacceptable and rude, because as usual, Gareki was wearing his human clothes and those orange monsters, known as headphones, dangled around his neck idly, playing no music. Yet. What would the primera make of him, he wondered though in truth, he couldn't truly be that bothered about it. Whatever he thought of him, this was only a simple meeting, that Gareki wanted to keep fairly short, friendly and simple. No need for enemies, when he had no allies or friends in the first place.
So there he was, the young black haired teenager, with his blue long sleeved top and his creamy-brown cargo pants. The orange headphones sat around his neck and white goggles adorned the top of his spiky head. Although his zanpakuto was sheathed and tied around his waist, it looked so out of place as if the human boy had just found it somewhere and decided that it would look cool if he wore it. That of course was not so, but still, the impression remained that the blade did not go well with his attire. To make things worse, his face looked as cold as ever although he tried to smile and did brighten up for a short while, before it dimmed down again. Perhaps upon seeing the Primera, his expression would lighten up a little and present him in a better light.
A little nervous, his fist made contact with the door, causing the sound of knocking to resonate through the empty corridors. He did so three times, then allowed his hand to hide itself in the depths of his pants' pockets where it could remain hidden out of sight, as to hide his nervousness, for his fingers were snapping in a quiet but anxious rhythm that increased as he heard footsteps behind the door. The other hand was profusely scratching the back of his head, idle and without a use for. If need be, he would extend it to the Primera for a handshake... but till the Primera appeared, the young Gareki would simply stand there, a little confused, unsure of himself and definitely out of place. How perfect for a first impression.
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GP: 10
So there he was, the young black haired teenager, with his blue long sleeved top and his creamy-brown cargo pants. The orange headphones sat around his neck and white goggles adorned the top of his spiky head. Although his zanpakuto was sheathed and tied around his waist, it looked so out of place as if the human boy had just found it somewhere and decided that it would look cool if he wore it. That of course was not so, but still, the impression remained that the blade did not go well with his attire. To make things worse, his face looked as cold as ever although he tried to smile and did brighten up for a short while, before it dimmed down again. Perhaps upon seeing the Primera, his expression would lighten up a little and present him in a better light.
A little nervous, his fist made contact with the door, causing the sound of knocking to resonate through the empty corridors. He did so three times, then allowed his hand to hide itself in the depths of his pants' pockets where it could remain hidden out of sight, as to hide his nervousness, for his fingers were snapping in a quiet but anxious rhythm that increased as he heard footsteps behind the door. The other hand was profusely scratching the back of his head, idle and without a use for. If need be, he would extend it to the Primera for a handshake... but till the Primera appeared, the young Gareki would simply stand there, a little confused, unsure of himself and definitely out of place. How perfect for a first impression.
Words: 506
GP: 10
