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sirenspull_logs2012-04-10 04:45 am
blackmoonrising) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-10 04:45 am
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Trying different ways To make a difference to the days
Who: Ichigo blackmoonrising and Terra todomarishi
When: 04/09
Where: The Dojo
Summary: Ichigo's looking for a place to work out and wave his ridiculously large weapon around. What's a boy with no cash to spare to do?
Warnings: None that I can think of; mild bad language at the worst.
Ichigo's got a strange sort of restless energy built up; maybe it had something to do with being stuck in a classroom all afternoon instead of being out in the sunshine. By the time the final bell for the day rings at four o'clock, he's got his books in his bag and he's making his way home to dump them off and find something to do for the rest of the day before the sun goes down and he gets to work.
He'd managed to a small, unexciting apartment in a building in one of the shabbier ends of the third district. It wasn't even much of an apartment if he was honest; one room for living and sleeping and a tiny, adjoining wet room, but the rent was cheap, the neighbourhood was quirky and, more importantly, it was his and he was able to come and go as he pleased from the fire-escape outside his window after curfew, making damn sure he flared his reiatsu before he left to keep the darkness at bay.
But this afternoon, he doesn't have to worry about darkness. It's sunny and warm, and he's got four hours before the sirens. He feels restless and wants to stretch his legs before putting on his ridiculous costume (by his own admission) and prowling around in the night, and he wants to do it without a mask. His way home from school leads him past a small dojo, and he thinks that it can't really hurt to stop and look around and at least see what the rates are to use the space to work out. He knows he can't afford any classes right now, living on minimum wage and making rent is tough, but he's managing, he just can't afford frivolities.
He pauses for a moment, then heads inside.
"Yo, anybody around?"
blackmoonrising and Terra todomarishiWhen: 04/09
Where: The Dojo
Summary: Ichigo's looking for a place to work out and wave his ridiculously large weapon around. What's a boy with no cash to spare to do?
Warnings: None that I can think of; mild bad language at the worst.
Ichigo's got a strange sort of restless energy built up; maybe it had something to do with being stuck in a classroom all afternoon instead of being out in the sunshine. By the time the final bell for the day rings at four o'clock, he's got his books in his bag and he's making his way home to dump them off and find something to do for the rest of the day before the sun goes down and he gets to work.
He'd managed to a small, unexciting apartment in a building in one of the shabbier ends of the third district. It wasn't even much of an apartment if he was honest; one room for living and sleeping and a tiny, adjoining wet room, but the rent was cheap, the neighbourhood was quirky and, more importantly, it was his and he was able to come and go as he pleased from the fire-escape outside his window after curfew, making damn sure he flared his reiatsu before he left to keep the darkness at bay.
But this afternoon, he doesn't have to worry about darkness. It's sunny and warm, and he's got four hours before the sirens. He feels restless and wants to stretch his legs before putting on his ridiculous costume (by his own admission) and prowling around in the night, and he wants to do it without a mask. His way home from school leads him past a small dojo, and he thinks that it can't really hurt to stop and look around and at least see what the rates are to use the space to work out. He knows he can't afford any classes right now, living on minimum wage and making rent is tough, but he's managing, he just can't afford frivolities.
He pauses for a moment, then heads inside.
"Yo, anybody around?"
no subject
Maybe he should give up on school.
He puts the list back down on the table top, and sets about answering. The guy behind the desk looks like he's not about to fall off his chair, which makes the situation a little more comfortable. It'd suck if the other guy fell flat on his ass.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I kinda figured that was a given in this place. They say everyone gets 'em after a while don't they?"
Ichigo shrugs. It's weird, living in a place where the abnormal is normal and he doesn't stick out like a sore thumb for being different, or talks about the fact that he spends most of his spare time with a giant, sentient sword.
"I fight using spirit powers. It sorta makes me stronger, faster and tougher than a normal person," he explains, breaking it down easily without going into too much detail as it stil feels weird trying to explain the concept of reiryoku and reishi to people. "And then there's my sword, and Zangetsu's not exactly the kinda weapon you want to swing around in an enclosed space."