Post by A.H on Jan 28, 2017 19:25:31 GMT -5
Karakura town had become interesting. Far cry from the world that she once remembered. The first thing she heard from the land was how busy it is. The grumbling of the oddly shaped automobile, the tattletale of voices – all loud and boisterous – pacing from and to their destinations and the giant, white bird encased in metal streaking through the skies, painting it with white streaks as it go by. Her auditory sense overworked was a hint that this particular ‘world’ does not belong to her. Her sense rejected this commotion, this hasty shift of paradigm that the modern living beings had taken.
This is not a town, A.H thought. Her mind remained in the past, but she was no longer bothered by her line of thought. The metropolitan environment was unsettling to cope for the lady of the wilderness. Like the law of the wild: adapt or die.
Her grey trench coat and her kilt reacted against the zephyr. She righted her grey tam hat and tucked in any of the dirty white bang inside. She stood atop of the small supermarket building with a flat roof, perfect for her to move around, even better for her as it was situated on the cross road, allowing her to see anything from all directions.
What was her plan? Her facial expressions made it difficult for her to tell what her plans are. The Arrancar had already expressed little desire in returning to Hueco Mundo and more bustling Las Noches and she had slowly accustomed to the madness of the modern world. She began to wander around on the roof of the mart, holding her long gun by the middle with her right, seemingly waiting for someone.
Who? That’s a question that she’s looking for. She looks over to a particular direction, gazing at a certain area with intensity.
This is not a town, A.H thought. Her mind remained in the past, but she was no longer bothered by her line of thought. The metropolitan environment was unsettling to cope for the lady of the wilderness. Like the law of the wild: adapt or die.
Her grey trench coat and her kilt reacted against the zephyr. She righted her grey tam hat and tucked in any of the dirty white bang inside. She stood atop of the small supermarket building with a flat roof, perfect for her to move around, even better for her as it was situated on the cross road, allowing her to see anything from all directions.
What was her plan? Her facial expressions made it difficult for her to tell what her plans are. The Arrancar had already expressed little desire in returning to Hueco Mundo and more bustling Las Noches and she had slowly accustomed to the madness of the modern world. She began to wander around on the roof of the mart, holding her long gun by the middle with her right, seemingly waiting for someone.
Who? That’s a question that she’s looking for. She looks over to a particular direction, gazing at a certain area with intensity.
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