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 Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 1:15 pm
Sankoku JirouKokurongai Jakkuras
The interview of a certain Sankoku Jirou was going to take place in the office of the rather new 10th Squad Captain. The building his office was in possessed a white outer wall signifying the size of the plot with a single path and archway leading to the main entrance. The main building is two stories tall and utilizes traditional Japanese architecture on the outside. In the interior of the building, Jakku has forgone the usual movable paper walls and replaced them with solider ones, creating a dichotomy between the exterior and the interior. Jakku really does insist on his privacy, the paper walls were much too thin for his liking.
His office is the only room that takes up half of the second floor and is split between the office area and his own personal sleeping quarters for the sake of convenience. His desk forms a U shape around his comfortable office chair with rows of bookshelves bordering the wall between the wall and his room. Most of his papers, scrolls, and books were spread out among the sides of the desk that encompassed him, allowing him to switch from one topic to another without clearing his desk. In a drawer of his desk, he kept an assortment of drinks, no alcoholic beverages of course. Other than the desk, the bookshelves, and a few chairs for any visitors, the room remained largely bare.
The captain was swiveling around in circles in his chair as he often did when alone and left to mull over things. In his hands were a dossier and a brief summary of his interviewee. There did not seem like much official information to work with. This interviewing business was also going to be a novel experience for the anti-social captain. No matter though, he would simply wing it. He had a general idea how these interviews were supposed to go from word of mouth. Fortunately, he had nothing else major planned and his paperwork had become a shade of its former self after that initial “new captain” ordeal. Done spinning around now, he shuffled the few sheets spread about the table together, retrieved a pen in case he had to take any notes or jot down any information, and waited for Jirou to arrive as he mapped out a plan of possible questions to ask him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:44 pm
Giving a mild thanks to the second tenth squad member to point him vaguely in the direction of the Captain’s quarters, Jirou had graduated from nervous as to why he was being sent to an interview in the first place to outright anxious and jittery as he ascended the stairway to the second floor with light foot falls on an out of the way staircase. Apparently once he reached the top it would be a simple matter of taking a right and entering the first doorway to his left. To his credit, Jirou was able to deduce what arm was his right after about twenty seconds at the top of the stairs as he floundered in the rip-current of the unknown. Turning that direction, the aforementioned right hand reached up to the left side of his face, tracing the trailing scaring, and removed the bit of black cloth he’d chosen that morning as a suitable substitute for an eye patch. No hiding, he reminded himself sharply, collecting his frayed nerves on by one as his white knuckled grip on the sheathe of his zanpakutou receded to something more flushed.
Tucking away the makeshift patch in the upper portion of his gi, Jirou removed the small note he’d been greeted with stuck to the inside of his barrack room door. The white sheet had read; “Morning Jirou, I need you to head over to the Tenth Squad for an interview with Jakku. Smile and look pretty, you’ll do fine!” At the bottom, in the same red ink and choppy masculine hand writing had been a time for the meeting followed by a smiley face that was surrounded by flame. Apparently his Captain wasn’t feeling all that subtle about sending him off to the wolf’s den. Reading the note again, Jirou huffed an enormous sigh, shoved the paper back in his shihakushou, squared his shoulders and with as much confidence as the new shinigami could muster he strode casually to the doorway on the left.
Having never laid eyes on the newest edition to the seireitei’s finest, much of Jirou’s trepidation towards this unknown meeting dissipated when he saw the…bear-esque man turning circles in his chair. Humanizing the otherwise godly Captains tended to break down the fourth wall that seemed to separate the underling masses from their formidable strengths. At least that’s how Jirou like to phrase it. With an ease now imparted by seeing Jakku casually waiting, the one eyed man dropped to his knees in a neat seiza, swiftly placing his zanpakutou parallel to his left side and bowed with proper difference as reserved for such a gap in rankings. Holding the position for four heartbeats, he reacquired his sword in hand and stood swiftly before he made his way forward. The distance wasn’t much, three strides for the beanpole he was but in those precious moments he took in the Captain he was about to be interviewed by.
Kokurongai Jakkuras was easily wider then Jirou, but he was under the impression that he had at least an inch on the Captain. Not something the young shinigami was used to. Before he could continue his halfcocked musings the desk was only a few feet away and he came to a stop, bending in another differential bow. “Konkurongai-taicho, I received notification early this morning indicating I was to meet you here for a formal interview. My name is Sankoku Jirou, unseated within the first squad and resident of said squad for the past month.” Pleased that he hadn’t stumbled over his words, Jirou straightened and caught his empty right hand as he unconsciously tried to push the chocolate hued portion of his bangs away from his face out of habit. Lowering his hand back to his side, he tried to remain in a relaxed stance, but the stiffness in his shoulders was a dead giveaway that the nerves he was suppressing were still bound tight.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 3:22 pm
A sandy blonde-haired, blue-eyed man entered into his office casually. Although it irked Jakku that the man hadn’t knocked before entering, that wasn’t anything the Tenth Squad Captain was going to point out. First impressions were important though and he forced himself to stop spinning around. Rather, the world began to spin when he suddenly stopped. At least Jirou seemed a man of etiquette and his initial bow gave Jakku time to recover and muster up his momentarily lost air of professionalism. As Jirou got up from his first bow and approached the desk to take another, Jakku allowed his own oddly iridescent eyes to appraise the man in front of him.
At first he had not noticed due to his bow yet Jirou appeared much taller than Jakku’s first impression of the man had been. He appeared around the captain’s own height and Jakku was willing to venture he was just a bit taller. Width-wise, he was much leaner than Jakku, creating a tall and lanky appearance. Most strikingly was his left eye, or lack of one. It wasn’t initially obvious beneath Jirou’s gradually darkening hair that sometimes covered his left eye. His eyes lingered there for a second longer and then moved off. There was likely a story behind it and Jakku didn’t particularly care to pry. He of all people understood that the past was not the favorite conversational topic of many.
After the second bow, Jirou addressed him about the interview note he had received for the interview this morning. It appeared that he was a relatively new member of the First Squad. His body posture also revealed that he was still tense, likely due to having to meet Captains whom were the equivalent of warlords in the Seireitei. He could even sympathize with how Jirou felt. He was even willing to gloss over the mispronunciation of his name. It didn’t really seem like the right way to relax the nervous Shinigami in front of him. Instead, Jakku nodded in acknowledgement.
”Pull up a chair.” Jakku nodded towards the chairs laying against the walls as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table while supporting his chin. He paused for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and continued on. ”You seem to already know me. I am Kokurongai Jakkuras. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Sankoku.” Even as he was wary of any of his own misspeaks, Jakku felt that the nervousness of the Shinigami in front of him raised his own confidence. Perhaps it was because he had come to think most interviews were to involve nervousness, it somewhat empowered him, or simply schadenfreude. Whatever the case, it was helping Jakku concentrate more than usual.
”Well then, shall we get started?” Jakku paused again as he looked at the pile of papers he had shuffled into and began to flip through for a blank page. He wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to record or write down, the entire interview or just good parts. Oh well, he’d probably be able to memorize most of it, or at least the important parts. ”So then, what inspired you to become a Shinigami?” He started off by making up a question on the spot. While it wasn’t a really serious question, Jakku just wanted to try and get a feel of the man he was interviewing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 6:51 pm
Hey everyone, Crew and all.
I have some bad news. I’m having to drop out of classes and head back home because my dad was killed in a work related accident this past weekend. My mother passed away seven years ago and I have three younger siblings, all still in middle school and high school. I’m going to work for my aunt at her gardening company to help support them. Our home is paid for thanks to the government and my father’s former job, but my family has always been very poor. So, I have to be the one to take care of them!
I’m sorry, but role playing is going to have to go. I’m stepping back from all of my online activates. I’m really sorry guys, but I have to do what is needed for my family. So, I’m dropping out of the Captain race, as it were. I really wanted to be here and interact with all of you. So again, I’m really sorry.
As per my tradition, I will be giving my character to the owner of the role play forum. It’s a little more this time since I don’t believe I’ll be able to return to role playing for at least another six or seven years, same with finishing my college degree. So, take care of Jirou and thanks for letting me come into this role play.
I had a lot of fun while it lasted.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:01 pm
That is sad to hear, Jirou. I can only offer my condolences towards your family, but I know that you'll keep them strong and healthy. You're a good man and will be sorely missed. You will be welcome back here at any time.
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