JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Fuji Jinpachi on Jan 29, 2014 16:26:30 GMT -5
Everything was pretty awkward for the first month. Their eyes were always watched him cautiously, as if he was the black swan among the white ones. He still hadn't grown accustomed to their mannerisms, dialogue, or chain of command. To him, everyone he had been meeting was just another potential fight that he could have.
They all piqued his interest.
He walked through the barracks calmly, with his left hand pocketed as he held his lit cigarette in his off hand. The embers flickered as he inhaled the smoke, his hand curled over his mouth. He felt like he was wearing a metaphorical leash around his neck; he was itching for a fight, although after the last couple of bouts that he had found himself within, he had someone managed to get promoted to the 3rd seat of the division that they’d thrown him in.
His face frowned. He could remember what they told him. Now that he’d risen to the spot that he was in, he wasn’t allowed to go around running amok like he used to. He had to watch what he did now, because they didn’t want him to piss off any of the few Captains they had left.
He didn’t really pay them any mind; although, he decided he’d only fight those who he considered to be worthy of his time. Which, apparently, were very few. Everyone in the Gotei 13 were either uppity or snide, they didn’t have the fighting spirit that he was looking for. Although, he heard that Captain of his division, the 11th, was supposedly a badass. He hadn’t had the opportunity to really come across her path yet, though.
Lost at thought, before long he managed to find the gate that led the areas outside of the barracks. By this time his cigarette was pretty much done. That didn't matter to Jinpachi though, he would smoke it until it was smaller than a clip.
They all piqued his interest.
He walked through the barracks calmly, with his left hand pocketed as he held his lit cigarette in his off hand. The embers flickered as he inhaled the smoke, his hand curled over his mouth. He felt like he was wearing a metaphorical leash around his neck; he was itching for a fight, although after the last couple of bouts that he had found himself within, he had someone managed to get promoted to the 3rd seat of the division that they’d thrown him in.
His face frowned. He could remember what they told him. Now that he’d risen to the spot that he was in, he wasn’t allowed to go around running amok like he used to. He had to watch what he did now, because they didn’t want him to piss off any of the few Captains they had left.
He didn’t really pay them any mind; although, he decided he’d only fight those who he considered to be worthy of his time. Which, apparently, were very few. Everyone in the Gotei 13 were either uppity or snide, they didn’t have the fighting spirit that he was looking for. Although, he heard that Captain of his division, the 11th, was supposedly a badass. He hadn’t had the opportunity to really come across her path yet, though.
Lost at thought, before long he managed to find the gate that led the areas outside of the barracks. By this time his cigarette was pretty much done. That didn't matter to Jinpachi though, he would smoke it until it was smaller than a clip.
"It's too fuckin' quiet around here," he yelped, flicking his cigarette onto the ground. His right hand instantly began rummaging through his pocket for another. "Seems I'll have to find some competition so I can liven things up 'round here," he grinned, deviously.
