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 Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 10:01 pm
The day is young and the sun hangs high in the sky to signal midday. All around Rukongai citizens go about their day, working their marts and selling their wares. As far as anyone is concerned the afternoon is quite normal. In the distance, however, sits a small shack and inside the little wooden building resides a well known bar. It is because of this little bar that the surrounding businesses were even started as the patrons from the bar would often stumble out and demand to be fed or clothed and the locals were more than willing to oblige so long as they were paid for their troubles.
Most days the bar is relatively calm around noon, but today two of the Sereitei’s finest have decided to take it upon themselves to fix the inventory issue by going on a run of binge drinking. The locals don’t approve of such behavior and have taken it upon themselves to contact the Gotei, informing them that they will have to send someone to pick up the shinigami within.
[Commence the facepalms]
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 5:53 pm
It had taken three hours and a copious amount of liquor since arriving at the bar, but eventually everyone is subject to the will of the booze and Lerato was no exception. With a firm foot placed against the center of the ramshackle door all it took was one strong push to dislodge the hinges and pop it from place. Standing in front of the newly made hole stood two shinigami with the all too catchy tune of ‘Why Can’t We Be Friends’ blaring from behind them. Lerato stumbled from the opening with Jakku -the recently appointed captain of the tenth division- in tow. Leaning heavily on the massive man Lerato blurted out the chorus to the song in a mixture of misguided humming and slurred, “Heeb! Ee! Friendz!” The normal ‘rosy tint’ that came with the alcohol induced stupor had long since passed and was instead replaced by a varying selection of hues that ranged from light salmon to a bruised looking magenta.
“’ere dhe ******** ‘id ee pop off to?” Even concentrating on the words Lerato tripped over his tongue. Last the vice captain had checked Zaine had been right behind the two of them and, had it not been for how nice the cool breeze of the afternoon wind felt against his face he likely would have went stumbling back into the bar to search. As it was though he just leaned a bit more on Jakku’s shoulder, turned his head and screamed, “Zaine, get OUT here!” Turning back to face the afternoon, Lerato smiled. “S’not really a bad day, ‘S’it Jakku?” He laughed, using the arm that wasn’t wrapped around Jakku’s shoulder to flourish out towards the surrounding shops. “All ‘ese people… they all have a purpose because of us. Us,” he stopped and pointed back to the bar, “and that.”
[Short intro post.]
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:12 pm
”Watch yourself, Lerato ol’ friend, ol’ pal. You’re becoming incoherent!” Jakku roared boisterously as he supported the rather drunk vice-captain at his side. His own face was flushed with color, yet anyone who had not known the new Captain would never have realized the full extent of his drunkenness. After all, he appeared to be enjoying himself for one thing, and the second thing was he was talking. Both were rare sights to behold from the usually melancholic man. While the vice-captain next to him was stumbling and humming using Jakku as a crutch, Jakku himself was walking upright, poised with confidence and only staggering every now and then. The expression on his face suggested he was although way more cheerful and happy with life than any man should be.
Although he hardly cared about that anymore, Jakku was unsure how he even came to his own drunken state. He usually refused to touch anything alcoholic, but his other two companions had pressured him into a drink. One drink turned to two, two to three, so on and so forth. Being relatively sober, Jakku’s tolerance level was low. Quite low. The only thing that really allowed him to last as long as he had was his large stature. Now he felt like the king of the world. Although he would be sure to remember sometime the next morning, he wondered why he never drank if it made him feel this good.
”Come on, Zaine! Zaine! What are you even doing, man?” Jakku joined in with Lerato in calling out the other captain with them, throwing a glance over his shoulder that couldn’t quite seem directly behind him. So he assumed that Zaine was behind him. It didn’t really matter, anyways the Captain should have at least heard the combined shouts of Jakku and Lerato. Would he? Of course! And while Lerato began to announce that they were the reason everything had a purpose, Jakku decided to contribute his own drunken philosophical ideas. ”That’s right, Larry-boy! By Gawd A’mighty and Jesus Christ, without us this place would sure be different! Y’know what they say though, give a man a fire and he’s full for a day, teach a man to fish and he’s warm for the rest of his life!”
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 10:12 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
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A tap, a cadence, a toe bouncing against roughly cobble streets led the eyes upwards to squarely set hips, tightly crossed arms and to a pale face with a deceptively mild expression. Aine’s hood was drawn over her head, regardless of the muggy midday heat, and left her bright emerald eyes a focal point. To those not used to her behavior, the look was bored, maybe uncaring, but a closer inspection of the light tightening around her eyes was the only hint that she was angry. “Ahem,” she uttered loud enough to carry over the idiotic chanting of the Tenth Captain’s name, “why in the name of the all merciful Darkness am I here in the middle of the day to drag two Captains and a Vice Captain out of a damned bar!” Her voice broke from loud to shouting at the end, still mild in her look however.
Unfortunately for Lerato and company, Aine had spent the past few days awake with no sleep, four days in fact, which led to needing eight hours of sleep. Not wanting to crash at the end of the week for a full fourteen, she’d settled on the couch in the First Division office two hours before the norm. The owner of said office happened to push her off the couch approximately thirty minutes later. What followed was a copious amount of yelling, finally ended by the heavy slamming of a shouji screen and the Defect stalking off towards the Rukongai to drag three degenerates back to the Seireitei by their testicles.
Aine took a less then menacing step forward, her diminutive stature rendering the motion for the most part comical in comparison to the bear of a Captain and Lerato’s own lanky height. However, she let a careful and steady stream of emotionally charged reiatsu accompany her progress forward. Anger, annoyance, malice and a cacophony of other displeasures merged into one slurry of sleep deprived rage, and at an arms span away she didn’t care about her cover being blown, she brought the pressure screaming down around them. “Get your virgin asses back to your squads you retards,” a small hand shot out, grasping her Vice Captain student by the arm branded by Senda and pulling, her face twisted in a displeased line as the first real whiff of booze hit her full on.
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Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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