Post by Hirose Hiromi on Aug 17, 2011 20:42:29 GMT -5
A warm breeze flies through the stone streets of Seireitei, a bright orange sun slowly sinking down the horizon. Another day filled in the life of countless shinigami, the same old routine fulfilled for another day. As the duties of the day are being rounded up to a close and the night watch setting up in their wake, many retreat back to their private quarters for some relaxation and privacy.
However within the walls of Seireitei there is a place where people gather after a long day's work. A place where those who care to share a drink come and gather, some for company, some for company and some for both. Regardless of their reason all of them join at this singular establishment for one shared reason: to drink. Whether it be out of happiness, depression or just for the sake of it. High emotions were a thing not uncommon here, often a laugh was had at those whom were happily drunk and a punch thrown at those aching for drunken fistfight. However things there were never stayed for long, be it rage or happiness, all passing as soon as the alcohol stopped flowing. One thing many can agree on is that regardless of height, gender or rank, this was one of those places where people would either get along regardless of those elements, or beat on each other regardless of them.
The evening was still young, yet the bar was already in full swing with lots of people occupying the seats at the bar itself, at the tables or just simply standing and hanging around. The low presence of light, the sound of countless voices mingling and the presence of a relatively thick cloud of tobacco smoke made the atmosphere in the place heavy, but still pleasantly bearable. The flowing of alcohol of course provided the fact that there was never a silent or dull moment to be had. The many waitresses scurrying around enhanced the feeling of a crowd being present, plus it added to hilarious factor of being able to see another drunken fool try and hit on them only to get rejected again and again. Inevitably many flock to this place for the simple enjoyments it had to offer. However within the crowd of shinigami, all still in uniform, sat a young lady who strangely enough was here for a different kind of enjoyment. What enjoyment? Well, even she wasn't certain of that.
Tucked away in what could possibly be the darkest corner of the whole bar was Nanami, scruffy black haired bookworm of the highest caliber. Sitting at a 4 seated table, all by herself, doing what one could predict if they knew here closer. Deeply involved in the book she held within her soft hands, which appeared to be a rather old book as the matter of fact, it was rather a mystery how she could actually read the thing under these hindering circumstances. However against the odds she had somehow found a way to do so, as was apparent by the sight of her eyes gently gliding from one side of the page to the other. A truly odd sight it was to see a timid girl as Nanami out there by herself, much more so as she was defying the main reason why people came out there, to mingle. The tea that had been placed before her had gone cold during one of the extensive periods where her mind had ventured inside of the paper confines of her book. Strangely enough while the black haired beauty was immersed in her paper story, it also seemed that this allowed her to blend into the setting, like a mysterious camouflage.
Nobody seemed to be as aware of her as she was of them.
However within the walls of Seireitei there is a place where people gather after a long day's work. A place where those who care to share a drink come and gather, some for company, some for company and some for both. Regardless of their reason all of them join at this singular establishment for one shared reason: to drink. Whether it be out of happiness, depression or just for the sake of it. High emotions were a thing not uncommon here, often a laugh was had at those whom were happily drunk and a punch thrown at those aching for drunken fistfight. However things there were never stayed for long, be it rage or happiness, all passing as soon as the alcohol stopped flowing. One thing many can agree on is that regardless of height, gender or rank, this was one of those places where people would either get along regardless of those elements, or beat on each other regardless of them.
The evening was still young, yet the bar was already in full swing with lots of people occupying the seats at the bar itself, at the tables or just simply standing and hanging around. The low presence of light, the sound of countless voices mingling and the presence of a relatively thick cloud of tobacco smoke made the atmosphere in the place heavy, but still pleasantly bearable. The flowing of alcohol of course provided the fact that there was never a silent or dull moment to be had. The many waitresses scurrying around enhanced the feeling of a crowd being present, plus it added to hilarious factor of being able to see another drunken fool try and hit on them only to get rejected again and again. Inevitably many flock to this place for the simple enjoyments it had to offer. However within the crowd of shinigami, all still in uniform, sat a young lady who strangely enough was here for a different kind of enjoyment. What enjoyment? Well, even she wasn't certain of that.
Tucked away in what could possibly be the darkest corner of the whole bar was Nanami, scruffy black haired bookworm of the highest caliber. Sitting at a 4 seated table, all by herself, doing what one could predict if they knew here closer. Deeply involved in the book she held within her soft hands, which appeared to be a rather old book as the matter of fact, it was rather a mystery how she could actually read the thing under these hindering circumstances. However against the odds she had somehow found a way to do so, as was apparent by the sight of her eyes gently gliding from one side of the page to the other. A truly odd sight it was to see a timid girl as Nanami out there by herself, much more so as she was defying the main reason why people came out there, to mingle. The tea that had been placed before her had gone cold during one of the extensive periods where her mind had ventured inside of the paper confines of her book. Strangely enough while the black haired beauty was immersed in her paper story, it also seemed that this allowed her to blend into the setting, like a mysterious camouflage.
Nobody seemed to be as aware of her as she was of them.