Post by Guest on Jul 23, 2011 2:15:00 GMT -5
Sundays, it seemed to be the only day that Shiroi had off due to his work, and he was going to spending it training on the outskirts of Karakura town. It was early in the morning that Shiroi got up, rain had seemed to pelt the roof of his house this morning, but it had stopped briefly when he woke up. His room was a mess, it seemed that Shiroi had no time for chores around the house, clothes laid around like sloths and it the basket that was meant to hold them was overfilled to the point of breaking. On his walls he had pictures of his birthplace, Australia and below that was a home phone with quick dial numbers scattered about on the small bedside table. After getting off his single bed, he started off to the kitchen. The door he had was a traditional Japanese door that slide to open; he opened the sliding door and continued down the hallway. The hallway was cramped; trunks of antiques for his work were here and there. Slouching over to his the kitchen door, he was rubbing his eyes, yawning and occasionally tripping over stray pieces of clothing. Sliding the kitchen door open, he found possibly the cleanest room in the house, the floors were crumb free, the tables were clean and the kitchen benches were spotless. Traces of antiques sat in the kitchen, but were being used as decoration and being useful, an old clock sat on the wall and antique knife sets were displayed inside a standing cabinet. Opening his fridge, he found old sushi and normal items of food; the smell of the fridge was horrifying, the stench nearly made Shiroi gag. Suddenly, he did not feel hungry anymore; just disturbed at the state his fridge was in.
‘I think i will eat out this morning’ Shiroi thought to himself shutting the fridge door. Standing upright, he looked into another room, the lounge room. At first sight it was just trunks and trunks of items he had procured over the years, at second glance it was a maze of items, and the only way through was remembering the way out and in. Slowly walking into the maze of trunks, he glanced at the roof; the trunks were clamped to the roof, like big rectangular poles and they were heavy as concrete blocks. ‘Left, Left, Right, Right, Left, Right, Right, Left’ Shiroi thought while going through the maze. He made it out of the maze and arrived at the front door, unlocking it then opening it; he was exposed to bright light. Putting his arms up to shield his eyes from the bright light, he realised that dark clouds were leaving the urban area where Shiroi lived. His front lawn was grass and a concrete path that led to the street, the grass was moist from the rain that had only just recently dropped. Taking steps down his concrete path, Shiroi entered the street, it was a little street, and could probably only hold one car at a time.
Since Shiroi wanted to train where no one would look at him if like he was a freak, he decided to go to the outskirts of town to train, somewhere near a forest and secluded so that his spiritual pressure wouldn’t be sensed so easily. After walking to the outskirts of town, Shiroi found a nice little area surrounded by trees with a large open area for him to train in. The time was easily 2pm and Shiroi didn’t have any form of meal today, but training was his first priority, to increase his spiritual power and to increase his skill with his weapons. But he had no target, then again his accuracy wasn’t always the best, but it wasn’t the worst either. He focused on a nearby by tree to train on, but he didn’t even pull up him arm, then he noticed a spiritual pressure nearby. He ignored it, but it preuded at his mind until he cracked,
“Hey, Come out alreadyâ€
Words: 675
Gp: 13
‘I think i will eat out this morning’ Shiroi thought to himself shutting the fridge door. Standing upright, he looked into another room, the lounge room. At first sight it was just trunks and trunks of items he had procured over the years, at second glance it was a maze of items, and the only way through was remembering the way out and in. Slowly walking into the maze of trunks, he glanced at the roof; the trunks were clamped to the roof, like big rectangular poles and they were heavy as concrete blocks. ‘Left, Left, Right, Right, Left, Right, Right, Left’ Shiroi thought while going through the maze. He made it out of the maze and arrived at the front door, unlocking it then opening it; he was exposed to bright light. Putting his arms up to shield his eyes from the bright light, he realised that dark clouds were leaving the urban area where Shiroi lived. His front lawn was grass and a concrete path that led to the street, the grass was moist from the rain that had only just recently dropped. Taking steps down his concrete path, Shiroi entered the street, it was a little street, and could probably only hold one car at a time.
Since Shiroi wanted to train where no one would look at him if like he was a freak, he decided to go to the outskirts of town to train, somewhere near a forest and secluded so that his spiritual pressure wouldn’t be sensed so easily. After walking to the outskirts of town, Shiroi found a nice little area surrounded by trees with a large open area for him to train in. The time was easily 2pm and Shiroi didn’t have any form of meal today, but training was his first priority, to increase his spiritual power and to increase his skill with his weapons. But he had no target, then again his accuracy wasn’t always the best, but it wasn’t the worst either. He focused on a nearby by tree to train on, but he didn’t even pull up him arm, then he noticed a spiritual pressure nearby. He ignored it, but it preuded at his mind until he cracked,
“Hey, Come out alreadyâ€
Words: 675
Gp: 13