Just Chilling Out

Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:32 pm

Mitsune jumps after Isao, trying her best to balance the papers and follow him, while trying to avoid bumping into anyone else.

Hollow Joined: 25 Aug 2007 Posts: 8

While following and keeping a close eye on Isao-kun, Shiina asks Mitsune-chan "Do you want me to carry some of those papers for you? I'm not carrying anything besides my sword, so I can help you if you waannt, Mitsune-chan!"

Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 5:06 pm

Mitsune continues to dash before, tripping as she looks back to Shiina, causing a bunch of papers to fly toward her. "U-uh, yeah, those would be nice."

Quincy Joined: 05 Sep 2007 Posts: 38

A man sat in the shade of a forest on the outskirts of the Seireitei, alone and unknown to anyone who knew or cared he was there. Well, lots of people would care if they knew, but that would be bad. The Harlequin sat with cards spread out in front of him, playing a game of solitaire. The past few months had been horribly dull, he had done little over the time, a quick siesta in his life, really.

The Harlequin let out a sigh and placed the final card in the last pile. "Quite possible is it that every possible form of this game I have played... in the last moon, no less." He laid back and looked at the clean blue sky. He flicked his hand and the cards returned in a completely different order, with the Jack of Spades facing out. "Certain be thou of thy wish no to play a courtly round of speed?" He inquired to apparently no one.
A head popped out of the foliage of a tree above him. A woman whose face was painted black and white like a clown's, wearing a black and red jester hat. She had a leaf sticking out of her mouth. "Nah, don't think so. I've lost enough times today, thanks."
The Harlequin glared annoyedly. "Twas what you said in the yestermorrow. We've not even played one round, Joyuu."
"Still not interested," she said as she crawled back into the tree.
The Harlequin sighed. Reasoning with her at this point was like changing the direction of the winds... with a spoon... that has holes in it. He stared off into the distance, and though his eyes met only trees, he imagined the Seiretei a distance beyond. A smile crossed his lips. "Mayhap it be time to pay the land of our home a visit, eh Joyuu?"

Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 5:53 am

After a few minutes of running, Isao stops infront of the Tenth Squad Headquarters doors. Looking back, he sees the rest of the group struggling to arrive at their destination. He turns around, sits down, and pulls out his book, flipping it open to the last page he left off at and starts to read.

Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 5:58 am

Mitsune continues to run, hoping Shiina catches what was papers she lost, catching up to Isao about 20 seconds later, not stopping rest, she quickly walks into the building to drop off the papers.

Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 5:31 pm

"Oh, we're here," Seito said, landing on the ground near Isao. "Well, that was a fun little diversion." The Shinigami wandered inside the Tenth Squad's headquarters and absently sat the papers he'd been carrying down on the nearest desk before wandering back outside and staring up at the sky, a loud yawn passing his lips.

"Maaaaan, I'm tired," he said to himself, thinking outloud more than anything else. Scratching the back of his head, he leaned on the nearest wall and closed his eyes, trying his best not to fall asleep right there. "Wonder how annoyed they'd be with me if I went back to Fifth Squads place and went to bed...ah well, I guess I'll hang out a little bit longer."

Hollow Joined: 25 Aug 2007 Posts: 8

Shiina, seeing Mitsune trip and lose many papers, stops and jumps around catching all the papers without denting or folding even one and stacks them back up. Noticing that after stopping, she was now way behind, behinds to dash very fast, able to see the miss colored blonde man enter as she gets there, joining him as she catchs her breathe. "Yatta! We're here!"

Quincy Joined: 05 Sep 2007 Posts: 38

The Harlequin was outside the wall, slipping into his old uniform. And 'his old uniform' really means 'that one he stole off some guy a few years back to blend in'

Once it was on completely he leapt up on top of the wall, using old places to avoid patrols. He went from roof to roof casually, just enjoying the view, looking for something to do while he was here. He saw from his spot a bustle of activity. A full four Shinigami, running around the streets with a gargantuan stack of papers. The Harlequin scoffed. "Interns..." Nevertheless, he decided that it looked fun. He leapt down behind them silently and simply observed, just to see where it led to.

Quincy Joined: 08 Sep 2007 Posts: 27

Hunched over his dimly-lit workbench deep in the compounds of Squad 12's Labs, the tired-eyed Masahiro worked like a man possessed on whatever his latest project was. With an unsurmountable focus and indomitable will, his hands toiled away in a blur of endless activity. It was how he always worked. But there was a force at work in the world around, that plotted to end his productivity in one fell-swoop. At least for a few minutes.

"Raahh!" The brown-haired blur shouted, as it slammed into Masahiro's head with remarkable force. The elder shinigami fell from his chair with an 'oomf', his practiced hands quickly catching his assailant with the expertise that comes from years. But instead of responding with a counterattack, as most people would in such a situation. He instead, resorted to another tactic.

"Ahaha! Got you Minna-hime!" The red-head laughed merrily, his fingers tickling the little girl mercilessly. Her face was alight with an enourmous smile as she giggled uncontrollably.

"O-outou-ch-chan!" Her bright blue eyes shined with delight as she squealed. "Lemme g-go!"

Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 4:44 am

He'd sit in possibly the only tree in this distrct of the Seireitei. He was just outside of the 7th Squad's headquaters and the day seemed to be running away from him.

As long s the day became, the eaiser it seemed to pass him by. The young Shinigami laid on the tree bark with his hands, intertwined, behind his head. Zeke began to think aloud,

"Training this morning, running errands afterwords, more training...and..."

His memories suddenly jumped to a fight right outside of the Seireitei. He'd encountered a rather strong hollow and it pushed him to the limit. Fenrir, his Zanpaktou, became something it usually wasn't. It was a lot stronger, it felt different. He was still young and rather naive to the shinigami ways, seeing as he often slept through class and got by on the bare minimum. Even his captain was uncertain why he was accepted into the 7th squad, all the same he was a shinigami now. A lazy shinigami...