Post by Sasuke on Jan 15, 2010 19:00:37 GMT 1
Dust blew across the dirt street creating waves and currents of sand dancing on the wind. The ocean of sand raging in the air, looking to trap any unsuspected person in its vortex and deliver its painful sting into unprotected eyes. Despite the harsh howling winds that tore through the ravaged 61st district the street was moderately busy with people going about their usually business, some buying food and groceries for lunch, children playing sword fights with wooden swords and the occasional drunk causing havoc on the street.
Today however was different as a new creature would walk these streets...a shinigami to be exact. Shingami were scarce in this part of the Rukongai and due to that crime flourished in this garden of sin and chaos. However today a lone shinigami would grace their presence, one whose stone face showed no emotion or response from anything around him, nor even the wind caught his attention, only the rapid movements of his scarf rustling in the wind seemed to react. Sasuke walked along the road not even sure why he was here in the first place. He had received a mission to pick up a package here and was ordered to return it quick, so he ended up here of all places...his first home. It was also in this hell hole that he received his ominous nickname....Black Reaper, which he has been carrying with him for 70 years now. He had been a fighter here and one of the best with 104 wins undefeated. That was the past however, a distant memory and something Sasuke didn't really care about anymore.
He strolled slowly as though he had no energy for life, no reason to live. He arms hanging limply at his sides, his head slightly tilted to the left and his back arched. It looked like he had just woken up or still suffering from the effects of the previous night but no, his mind was awake and active and even in this place he was alert for anything. The cause of his current condition - hunger. A few of the locals couldn't help but give him as second stare but as soon as they saw his zanpakuto on his back they quickly gave way. Sasuke ignored the stares and whisperings around him, even the piercing glares left no mark on him as he marched forward..."This might be a long day and I'm hungry"
Today however was different as a new creature would walk these streets...a shinigami to be exact. Shingami were scarce in this part of the Rukongai and due to that crime flourished in this garden of sin and chaos. However today a lone shinigami would grace their presence, one whose stone face showed no emotion or response from anything around him, nor even the wind caught his attention, only the rapid movements of his scarf rustling in the wind seemed to react. Sasuke walked along the road not even sure why he was here in the first place. He had received a mission to pick up a package here and was ordered to return it quick, so he ended up here of all places...his first home. It was also in this hell hole that he received his ominous nickname....Black Reaper, which he has been carrying with him for 70 years now. He had been a fighter here and one of the best with 104 wins undefeated. That was the past however, a distant memory and something Sasuke didn't really care about anymore.
He strolled slowly as though he had no energy for life, no reason to live. He arms hanging limply at his sides, his head slightly tilted to the left and his back arched. It looked like he had just woken up or still suffering from the effects of the previous night but no, his mind was awake and active and even in this place he was alert for anything. The cause of his current condition - hunger. A few of the locals couldn't help but give him as second stare but as soon as they saw his zanpakuto on his back they quickly gave way. Sasuke ignored the stares and whisperings around him, even the piercing glares left no mark on him as he marched forward..."This might be a long day and I'm hungry"
