Tachibana Hinata Shinigami
Squadron 12 Hinata sat at her station and typed furiously.
However, this adjective was by no means a good one to describe her mood.
She was as happy as a lark, gorging upon information that streamed to her via her workstation and was an integral part of her job.
She was a bit out of place in the dark room with her golden and perfectly pinned hairdo and her perfect clothes and her perfect posture and her, well, almost perfect everything. If nothing else, she looked like a fashionable secretary for a very reputable , and hideously expensive, law firm where the lawyers charged dear even for the very air you breathed.
Her expression, however, was anything but reminiscent of an air-head with long legs behind the desk in front of her boss's office doing nothing but make coffee and obsess over her nails. Hinata's intense expression was what made it clear why she was where she was and why she had worked his shapely behind off to get there: her intelligence was sharp enough to sever tendons and her impersonal curiosity knew no bounds.
She had taken her shift to oversee the Hollow activity in the Human World. Not a large task, but one that also meant she had access to files about the Human World, which she simply 'drank' in, or, perhaps, 'wallowing' would be a better word. This was a new world to Hinata in more ways than one, and she delighted in scrolling down the material available that was being updated second by second. For someone who suffered from acute infobesity, this was truly Heaven.
However, it seemed that her shift was over before she could get really into things as despite her protests, she was kindly, but firmly told to leave and take her time-off.
Hinata accepted this with bad grace, feeling like a child cheated of a well-earned treat. But then she decided that she could amuse herself otherwise, after all and took her leave from the Observation Deck.
"I tried 'normal' once, and I swore never again..." Zanpaktou: Kogane no koe
