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- on Fri Aug 07, 2015 2:13 pm
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- Topic: ɪᴛs ʜᴏᴛ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ |OPEN|
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ɪᴛs ʜᴏᴛ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ |OPEN|
REDJUSTICE
The hot sun beating down onto the black stone walkway, Stepping from the shade of the awing jutting from the steel and glass monolith of a hotel. Kazuchika's red locks would shine brightly in the middle eastern sunlight, His orange eyes gazing around the area, Adjusting the sword slung over his right shoulder. His hands moving into the pockets of his black cotton shorts. His hands moving to adjust the hem of his black scale tank. He would step off walking along the paths, Giving a small nod to a passing hotel worker. He would wander into city. His feet moving to steps of the metro station, Climbing them with ease before bringing himself to sit onto a bench, waiting for the train to arrive. His eyes closing zoning out.
//Inner World//
Kazuchika's form would appear within his inner world. "BIG BROTHER!!!!!!!!" A loud child like voice would be fill land of forever spring, His waist would be quickly taken by the arms of a small girl. He would look down at the girl, His lips curling into a stark smile. His hand coming to rest onto her white locks, Before looking over to the courthouse. "Big Brother I made you a picture today!" He would advert his eyes back to the small girl. She would raise a picture to his frame of view presenting a drawing of the two atop a camel. Kazuchika would kneel down staring at the picture giving it through review before returning his hand to the slow patting. "This is wonderful, Ill be sure to hang it up in the Courthouse when I return. I have to go my train is coming." The girl would let out a slow whine in displeasure of losing her attendant, The whine fading into the sound of squeeling train brakes as Kazuchika returned to the world of the living.
//Real World//
Kazuchika would bring himself to a stand before stepping into the car. He would find a seat in the back, Resting his sword between his legs his eyes ever on guard. He would listen to the distance pace of the train's electric engine humming.He would eventually exited a few stops down, Bringing himself from the station and down to awaiting taxi. His eyes resting on the gleaming monoliths of glass and steel flashing past his window. He would let out a soft sigh of disappointment. He had grown used to these modern feats of human genius. He would look up at the digital display above the door. He had an hour to kill before he arrived at his stop.
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