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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:31 pm
This is just going to be a random account of whatever I decide to write about for the life and times of my Vizard character, Tezuka. This is not a Prp or anything like it, so no posting in here, yo.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:54 pm
"I remember the night we were called out to investigate suspicious activity in the 44th district of Rukon. Apparently some punks from one of the 90th districts thought it was hilarious to come and seek out payment from a merchant in the quarter, threatening to burn down the man's shop with his family inside if he didn't pay up the money he owed them. ******** Yakuza wannabes... It's such a sad day when people can't have one normal day in peace without some dumb shits deciding they wanted a cut of the action. And by action I mean the store's front. We all knew that place was a popular Mahjong hall for the upper districts to go and chill at, but damn, people. No one was getting hurt. It was clean, but quiet. Sure the people who went their didn't want their husbands and wives knowing they were there, but no one was goin' all gangster on their asses if they feel behind on an I.O.U. Hell, if I remember correctly they cut you off before you were down to your last 10 bit chip or some s**t.
But yeah, stupid little kids thinkin' their big bad mother ******** coming to an upper class district to prey on the weak. Big ********' mistake on their part.
Unfortunately the bastards had already set the place ablaze by the time I got there along with a contingent of men. We could here 'em screaming bloody murder inside, but there wasn't much to do other than assist the neighbors trying to bail water over their homes so that the fire wouldn't spread. ********' sick sounds in the background. I asked our 5th seat, Shen, why weren't going inside, but he looked to scared by the size of the blaze to want to risk anyone to the flames, even himself.
Now, I'm not one of those lower seats that likes to question authority. [insert retarded laugh here], but I woulda jump into that s**t without a second thought had it not been for the barricaded front doors. Place was locked up tighter than an urchin's purse on market day! Ah, ******** that was funny. But yeah, the guys still inside were screamin' and carrying on for the longest time. I think they were on the bottom floors moving up to escape the flames, but didn't all manage to get there.
I asked Kai and Rin to see if they could sneak off and see if they could help the neighbors rip open a hole in the window on the third floor, but Shen wasn't having that. I swear that guy must've had ears the size of an elephant's to be able to hear, but somehow he did over all the ******** got me in trouble with Captain Onozawa, again. God, I hate that guy. I'm just waiting for them to pop in her and arrest me for hatin' on a superior officer so badly. Seriously wish I could just kick his a**, but even with my shikai that old fart still kicked the livin' s**t outta me, what?, twice? No I think that was his third time. Yeah. I tried some new kido on him, but he already knew about it from the 5th Sqaud Captain when the papers regarding the training came in for him to sign.
Old b*****d needs to just trip over a log and down into a spiked pit if you ask me. So, here I am, stuck doing late night cleaning duties with 4th Sqaud. Snuck off when no one was looking so I could get some training in, but they'll know I'm gone in an hour or so if they're smart. Doubt it, but whatever.
Tezuka Mastushima, 3rd squad, 11th seat."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 9:37 pm
" I found myself strewn on the floor yesterday morning, some stupid unseated ******** standing over me like I was hurt or some s**t. The asked me if I was alright an' s**t. Ha! What the ******** is up with that?! Can't a guy cry in his sleep without someone always running over to see if he's okay? I mean, ********! For ******** sake I wasn't born yesterday. So why the ******** would someone even try babying me? Such a bunch of simple shits...I did what I had to do. Jaing had to die. So why am I ******** crying about it? It's not like a knew the b*****d or some s**t. He was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time, doing the wrong thing on the wrong side of the law. No one likes that s**t. Hell, even I could smell his dirty a** from a mile away, and that's sayin' somethin'! Shouldn't've been there in the first place. I just had to, just had to sink it in him. It wasn't like I had to push hard, but those goddamn ribs made me push a little bit harder. He was dirty and that's all I have to ******** say. No one can tell me I was in the wrong.
And, if they do, they'll join him in his shallow little grave I made him. Left his toes sticking out just to prove a point. ******** dirty a** mother ********>
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:52 pm
" Third time this week I've lost my lunch. And it's only Tuesday. Wonder if that's a sign? Like, deep down I actually feel guilty about the whole situation no matter how much I've played it off. Even the Captain was showing mild signs of worry for my stupid a**. I still think it's because he doesn't like his squad to look weak though. And he's still an a*****e in my books no matter how you slice him. Just as long as it's in small, indecipherable pieces. Ugh, whatever. It's not even fun to make jokes about him right now. Gonna head to Squad 4 and see if they can give me some shots or pills, or something, to help settle my stomach. Hopefully they have something I can calm my nerves with. It's just getting out of hand now..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:48 pm
"It's quiet today. Not much activity within the squad or from the 9th's little investigation team that was popping in and out of here for their quarterly evaluations. Very convenient, isn't it? I'm not saying that there's a connection, but s**t's been seeming to meld together like some sort of ******** conspiracy as of late. Startin' to freak me out a little. But the captain assured everyone they were only snooping around like they usually did. I still can't sit still. Getting all shivery and stuff just trying to keep calm.
The captain called me in the other day, speaking of which, to discuss something very unnerving. He wanted to talk about a possible transfer to the earthbound recon groups they always have put together. Says I'd be "best suited for work that put me under a different form of deres." Kind of pissed me off to tell the truth. It's like he knows something I don't. Or he's plotting to get rid of me that way. I couldn't care less if it was the latter. He pisses me off more than normal these days, so not having to see him for a few years would be a nice change of scenery.
I really don't know much about the earthbound units though, just that they're always there when training sessions for new recruits are made and they're everywhere. I think Squad 2 has a branch of their squad based in the World of the living, but I dunno if they're attached to the Partol Corps or whatever. Something like that seems like a nice change. Hell, I might even take up the offer here soon. Whatever. Might help me get the random s**t from floating around in my mind with the constant danger of hollows lurking. At least I can kill them without feeling it was somehow a wrong decision."
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