Post by Shigure on Oct 12, 2016 17:20:28 GMT -5
With the remnants of a yawn lingering around his eyes and lips, Shigure continued on his way through a quieter section of Karakura. A distinct lack of memorable landmarks would ordinarily have been an inconvenience but on this particular evening, it was of no concern.
The playful navy hues of dusk had faded away into a velvet gloom, and what began as a few drops of ink on an untainted sky had now grown to become a dense and all-encompassing blanket. As if encouraged by the very arrival of evening, the town had mostly retreated into privacy - though even through tightly-drawn curtains, televisions hurled dappled light onto the surrounding street and served as proof that people still lived here.
And where people live, people also die.
The shrieking of an ambulance tore through the night like a scalpel or some herald of disaster, and the silence that returned shortly after remained laboured and strained - as if the night itself winced and reeled from the sudden disturbance to its peace.
Save for a few establishments adorned with signs in garish neon and the occasional row of streetlamps, Shigure found himself in similarly dark surroundings after emerging from a residential quarter of the town and pacing towards a more commercial district. By peculiar habit, he was walking on the pavement as though he happened to be engaged with the mundane and the everyday, and his faint smile might even have suggested an enjoyment of his otherwise bland and soulless surroundings.
Or perhaps the sound of chirping crickets offered solace to the young Shinigami and his preference for the countryside.
Or perhaps he knew someone was following him; not by way of his lackluster sensory powers, but rather the unnatural flicker of shadow against pale concrete had already betrayed the location of his pursuer.
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Tags: Lucas Lightner
The playful navy hues of dusk had faded away into a velvet gloom, and what began as a few drops of ink on an untainted sky had now grown to become a dense and all-encompassing blanket. As if encouraged by the very arrival of evening, the town had mostly retreated into privacy - though even through tightly-drawn curtains, televisions hurled dappled light onto the surrounding street and served as proof that people still lived here.
And where people live, people also die.
The shrieking of an ambulance tore through the night like a scalpel or some herald of disaster, and the silence that returned shortly after remained laboured and strained - as if the night itself winced and reeled from the sudden disturbance to its peace.
Save for a few establishments adorned with signs in garish neon and the occasional row of streetlamps, Shigure found himself in similarly dark surroundings after emerging from a residential quarter of the town and pacing towards a more commercial district. By peculiar habit, he was walking on the pavement as though he happened to be engaged with the mundane and the everyday, and his faint smile might even have suggested an enjoyment of his otherwise bland and soulless surroundings.
Or perhaps the sound of chirping crickets offered solace to the young Shinigami and his preference for the countryside.
Or perhaps he knew someone was following him; not by way of his lackluster sensory powers, but rather the unnatural flicker of shadow against pale concrete had already betrayed the location of his pursuer.
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Tags: Lucas Lightner