Post by Alexander V. Terada on Apr 11, 2017 16:08:52 GMT -5
There was no other way to put it, Alexander was miserable. He'd been away from the Seireitei and his cozy routine for days now. His assignment had placed him here on Earth for at least a week. There'd apparently been a sighting of some minor Shinigami that'd hollowfied and escaped the Seireitei some time ago. Whoever she was, apparently she'd taken a taste for human flesh, despite being essentially an Arrancar, capable of eating normal food like any other spiritual being. One partially cannibalized corpse and they'd sent Alexander off to Karakura. Well, it couldn't be helped, after his latest report to the Captain Commander, it was blatantly obvious that he hadn't really been able to do much as the Sixth Seat. He had to earn his keep somehow. The search would be ongoing, mostly on foot, in Gigai. Not surprisingly, he hadn't found anything yet.
He didn't usually frequent bars, but a quiet seat at a table in the corner was more pleasant than that tiny room that was his 'apartment' during his stay here on Earth. The place he was staying was small, the 'bedroom' was essentially a cupboard with a sliding door and room enough for a futon and nothing else. The 'on suite', whose door was only a feet or two from Alexander's head when he slept, and separated by a sliding door that had to be kept open when he was sat on it, consisted of the toilet itself and nothing else. To find a sink, one had to go to the main room of the flat, which was mostly taken up by the 'kitchen' up against one wall. There were a couple of counters, one with a sink, a mini fridge, and against the opposite wall, was a small table with a couple of floor cushions which, between them and the 'kitchen', one could scarcely get past to get to the 'bedroom'. The only window was small, rectangular, at about head height, and in the 'bedroom'. All in all, not the greatest of accommodations to be spending any great length of time in.
Things weren't helped any further by the return of his nightmares since coming here to Earth. He wasn't actually sure what it was that'd brought things back for him. Maybe because there were actually children here, perhaps it was just being back on Earth, and if all else failed, seeing the dismembered and partially eaten corpse left by the one he was supposed to be hunting down probably didn't help, whatever the case, he wasn't getting much sleep.
It would be dark, the wall and the floor would stink of blood, piss and other messy substances created by a human body not in the best of health. The straw littering the bottom of their cages would be old, sparse and soiled, much like the ripped and tattered clothing of the victims they'd found. It was here that he'd found them, the ones beyond any help, barely breathing, not moving, slumped up against the bars, and you could see in their unseeing eyes, staring at nowhere, they were long gone. A voice, Kasumi, behind him, would ask 'what did you do?'. He'd turn to see her and her look of horror. He would look back and there would be the youngest of those 'test subjects' that he'd 'helped'. The dying figure would look at him, that deadness gone from their gaze, now looking accusingly at Alexander. He was just a kid, but there was blood seeping out between the fingers with which he clutched his throat. There'd be blood on Alexander's hands. The jagged piece of metal that had been the tool he'd used to dispatch these people would fall from his fingers. His Zanpakutou had refused to be a part of this. The rusty piece of pipe would hit the floor, bouncing slightly making a noise like...
Near the bar there was a slight commotion as someone fumbled with a near empty bottle. There was a scraping of chairs, but most notably the sound of glass bouncing, without breaking, on the counter. The sudden bouncing thud was accompanied quickly by the sound of Alexander's palm hitting the table he was sat. He'd been lost in thought, specifically mulling over those recurring nightmares of his, and the sudden noise had brought him out of it with a start. It wasn't much, but enough to draw a little attention, a small outburst, and from a messy Gaijin no less. Muttering some apologies in perfect Japanese, without a hint of an accent, which at least placated some people, Alexander carefully settled back down. He was a mess, by Alexander's standards, which was still pretty neat to some. He'd pulled his tie loose, had a bit of a stubble, a slight mess to his hair, but otherwise was fine. He was clean at least, managing to wash and put himself in fresh laundry. There would be a bit more strain around the eyes, a little more sunken than usual, and as he sat back down he removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He didn't really drink, avoiding alcohol where possible, but maybe he would have been better off with something a little stronger than the soda water he was mulling over now.
Word Count: 878
Total GP: 17
He didn't usually frequent bars, but a quiet seat at a table in the corner was more pleasant than that tiny room that was his 'apartment' during his stay here on Earth. The place he was staying was small, the 'bedroom' was essentially a cupboard with a sliding door and room enough for a futon and nothing else. The 'on suite', whose door was only a feet or two from Alexander's head when he slept, and separated by a sliding door that had to be kept open when he was sat on it, consisted of the toilet itself and nothing else. To find a sink, one had to go to the main room of the flat, which was mostly taken up by the 'kitchen' up against one wall. There were a couple of counters, one with a sink, a mini fridge, and against the opposite wall, was a small table with a couple of floor cushions which, between them and the 'kitchen', one could scarcely get past to get to the 'bedroom'. The only window was small, rectangular, at about head height, and in the 'bedroom'. All in all, not the greatest of accommodations to be spending any great length of time in.
Things weren't helped any further by the return of his nightmares since coming here to Earth. He wasn't actually sure what it was that'd brought things back for him. Maybe because there were actually children here, perhaps it was just being back on Earth, and if all else failed, seeing the dismembered and partially eaten corpse left by the one he was supposed to be hunting down probably didn't help, whatever the case, he wasn't getting much sleep.
It would be dark, the wall and the floor would stink of blood, piss and other messy substances created by a human body not in the best of health. The straw littering the bottom of their cages would be old, sparse and soiled, much like the ripped and tattered clothing of the victims they'd found. It was here that he'd found them, the ones beyond any help, barely breathing, not moving, slumped up against the bars, and you could see in their unseeing eyes, staring at nowhere, they were long gone. A voice, Kasumi, behind him, would ask 'what did you do?'. He'd turn to see her and her look of horror. He would look back and there would be the youngest of those 'test subjects' that he'd 'helped'. The dying figure would look at him, that deadness gone from their gaze, now looking accusingly at Alexander. He was just a kid, but there was blood seeping out between the fingers with which he clutched his throat. There'd be blood on Alexander's hands. The jagged piece of metal that had been the tool he'd used to dispatch these people would fall from his fingers. His Zanpakutou had refused to be a part of this. The rusty piece of pipe would hit the floor, bouncing slightly making a noise like...
Near the bar there was a slight commotion as someone fumbled with a near empty bottle. There was a scraping of chairs, but most notably the sound of glass bouncing, without breaking, on the counter. The sudden bouncing thud was accompanied quickly by the sound of Alexander's palm hitting the table he was sat. He'd been lost in thought, specifically mulling over those recurring nightmares of his, and the sudden noise had brought him out of it with a start. It wasn't much, but enough to draw a little attention, a small outburst, and from a messy Gaijin no less. Muttering some apologies in perfect Japanese, without a hint of an accent, which at least placated some people, Alexander carefully settled back down. He was a mess, by Alexander's standards, which was still pretty neat to some. He'd pulled his tie loose, had a bit of a stubble, a slight mess to his hair, but otherwise was fine. He was clean at least, managing to wash and put himself in fresh laundry. There would be a bit more strain around the eyes, a little more sunken than usual, and as he sat back down he removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He didn't really drink, avoiding alcohol where possible, but maybe he would have been better off with something a little stronger than the soda water he was mulling over now.
Word Count: 878
Total GP: 17