Gundar TwinkleFluffy
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- Posted: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 02:32:13 +0000
It is close to 6 o' clock and the night life is just starting to stir up. The Dōtonbori canal reflects the illuminating brightness that is the entire district. Despite the sun setting, the brightness of the signs made it hardly noticeable. As the streets fill with young crowds and business men and woman travelling home from work, a nervous individual among them holds on tightly to his messenger bag. His head is lowered as he travels slowly towards the designated point where he was instructed to go to.
As the minutes slowly tic by, the gathering members of a band of renegades that the people of Osaka would never consider to be their defenders readies themselves for a hand off. But things don't feel right... there is an odd air tonight; the winds of change.
As the time comes closer and closer to 6, none of the pieces in this chess game are aware of the next move that will be played. For one pawn in particular may very well be checking the king by the games end...
As the minutes slowly tic by, the gathering members of a band of renegades that the people of Osaka would never consider to be their defenders readies themselves for a hand off. But things don't feel right... there is an odd air tonight; the winds of change.
As the time comes closer and closer to 6, none of the pieces in this chess game are aware of the next move that will be played. For one pawn in particular may very well be checking the king by the games end...
- A slightly faded poster for the Rokkaku voluntary movements drew the attention to one individual that waited on one side of a major walking bridge that separated the different sides of the canal streets. Locals and tourists alike walked past him as his eyes stared scornfully through thick black tinted glasses. It was night time but the glasses were very much needed to hide the eyes of this particular individual. Susumu Kurosawa lowered them slightly as he grimaced at the tacky orange symbol of the Rokkaku and its pure white paper with its fancy words and hidden bullshit propaganda. He tore the poster off the wall and crumpled it as he threw it on the ground, stomping it with pointy expensive designer leather black loafers.
" [******** you and your damn recruitment you ******** lying humanitarian ********! ******** you, and ******** your whore wives and your whore organization you ********! " He gingerly held a blueberry bubble tea smoothie in his hand as he furiously kept stomping on the now flatten paper. A few passerbyers stopped to stare at what appeared to be a crazy lanky man with half his head shaved off the side whose blazer was half off hanging by his arms revealing a multitude of tattoos. The sight would have been rather amusing until they caught sight of his eyes, his black sunglasses thrown off slightly in his tantrum. He stepped forward waving his free hand in the air. " Whatchu looking at! Shoo! Aboooga Abooga! " He shouted as the staring people quickly got spooked as they ran off. " Mind your own damn business... " He managed to cough out as he fixed his hair and threw his blazer back on properly. He fixed his sunglasses and took a deep breath. " Susu, you are not insane, you are normal, apologize to those people for being gawking ********] " He paced around as if he was truly talking to someone, but no one was there anymore.
" Pardon me you gawking doe eyed ********, you shouldn't stare at other peoples buisness, it's not very nice and I wouldn't do it if I were in your positions, so I'm going to let you off the hook and be on my merry way. " He smiled and flicked his fingers giddily as he took a sip from his bubble tea smoothie and gave a chipper smile.
" I feel better already. Thank you me. You're very welcome me, I love myself. " He gave a stifled giggle as he crushed the poster once more as he walked across the bridge, a strut of a fashion model with his many bracelets and rings on his wrist and fingers as he took occasional sips from his drink and checked the time on his phone.
" Almost time, almost time, please may fortune be granted to us by the Taiwanese who made these damn tasty drinks that nothing ******** up my night. I would prefer to have a nice night, I really do. I hope we have pork buns for dinner tonight. " He shut himself up as he took a long sip on the straw of his drink. There was still a bit of time and everyone else was ordered to be in their designated positions at the right time. He walked into a convenient store seeing there was just enough time to enjoy a snack while he waited. He walked the aisles and saw that Kani Pan was on sale. He grabbed two and then went to go to the cashier when he stopped to look at the glasses rack which he spun and very stupidly removed his own glasses to reveal pure black scleras and pure red iris. He sipped from his drink as he tried on a few tacky glasses checking himself out in the little mirror. He took his phone out and texted a message without looking at it, with a number of misspelled words and awful grammar he texted to his Saints that it was almost time, and that they should get ready soon.
The package was getting ready to be dropped and he wanted no problems. As he clicked send he smiled to himself then put the sunglasses away as he put his own on and went back into line. Tonight would either be a good night for the Saints, or it end with a very disgruntled gang leader throwing a tantrum and possibly killing someone, depending on the situation, he'd probably do the last part regardless. All of this went through his mind as he childishly blew bubbles in his smoothie.