Post by William O, Creed on Sept 4, 2022 22:52:06 GMT -5
Sitting at his desk like this was probably the worst thing about his job, William hated times like these even more so than when he’d first started out and he’d been sent on patrol duty non-stop. At least when that had been happening he ran into the occasional spiritual entity and his days felt a bit more filling, right now he was just stuck at his desk filling out paperwork like it was a punishment because his captain knew that he hated it. Those damn young kids just had to go ahead and try to steal something. Why did he have to write a report on it when he had just been there to help out the mall security and managed to catch two teenage girls. It was a frustration that knew no bounds to him.
To make matters worse it wasn’t like he had gotten even a thank you out of it for helping them. He’d come across some sort of famous Bount that the normal people believed was a singer, at least he thought he was a singer. The Bount had wanted to speak with him to the point that William started to feel like he was the famous person with a groupie that just wouldn't leave him alone. Of course none of that could go into a police report so he had to be careful what he was thinking about while his fingers danced across the keys. Sitting at the desk though in the manner that he had started to mess with his back, a sensation that he utterly hated.
Standing up from the chair he had been sitting in for more than an hour straight now William walks throughout the office knowing that he could use a drink. It’d only take him about a minute to walk through the area making sure not to bump into the others in the office, almost all of them a good portion shorter. He really couldn’t believe how much smaller everything in this country was, still after some many months, the surroundings seemed almost miniature for his large frame. Thankfully one thing that was still common even here in Japan. Police enjoy coffee.
Filling up a cup with what he could hope was a fresh pot of black liquid nectar, William goes searching through the small fridge hoping that he’ll manage to find at least some liquid creamer. Powder creamer wasn’t the best in his opinion, something that he would use if nothing else is available yet he wouldn’t be happy about it ultimately. He didn’t mind flavored creamer especially right now when he needed to stay awake and alert in order to get this boring, trivial and just downright unneeded report. Thankfully though liquid creamer was found and would make this day a bit smoother.
Taking his time to fox together this concoctive beverage William makes his way back to his desk. Sitting in the still less than adequate chair and wishing he could manage to bring in one of a higher quality. Moving his head from side to side and then round and round the tall brown haired American fixes his focus back on the computer monitor realizing that he still had a bit more to write. Although he now knew this wasn’t totally bad. Since he would be able to copy this report and give it to Kazura as well.
Surprised that he didn’t hear any of his bones creaking or cracking as he moved his joints, William came to the next conclusion. He couldn’t push this back anymore with nothing left to do besides it. So his fingers went off like a blaze once again after a couple of seconds. Something that he was thankful for developing was the speed he could type although it wasn’t always easy though as his eyes had a habit of looking down at the keys and then by the time he looked back up he’d notice several letters that weren’t correct or additions to words that he then had to go back in order to correct.
It’d take him about another hour to finish the report in a manner that was satisfactory to himself and he knew his sergeant would accept. Afterwards he was quick to save the report on the typical flash drive he kept on him almost all the time. On the drive we’re things that most people would believe to be either the ramblings of a crazy man or the drafts of a fiction writer. William stored different things such as his reports to Kazura about the spiritual activity he noticed. Although he wrote it all he wouldn’t let others get a hold of it.
Now in the middle of the day William was pretty thankful he’d get to leave the office, it was time for him to go on patrol and stretch his legs. Walking throughout the streets of Tokyo had started off as something he didn’t enjoy nor something he looked forward to. Now though he’d come to the conclusion that it was far better to keep on his feet than sit down all day. He would’ve loved to get some fresh air, but being in a city as large as Tokyo it didn’t really feel fresh. Something else he’d just learned to deal with while he was in the city.
It’d been awhile since a thing spiritual in nature had shown itself in Tokyo, something that he’d been pondering for the last couple of days. Something he contained to ponder now as he took one step in front of the other as he walked out the front door of the station. The city sidewalks were something he felt almost unique with, like they told a different story than others. At the same time though it was a stupid thought and one fueled by boredom in his own opinion as sidewalks in small towns felt completely different to him as well.
The citizens of Tokyo moved just like those of any major city in his eyes. At one point in his life he detested this type of living situation believing it was unnatural for humans. That living like this was similar to living like insects, crawling all over one another, on top of one another, never having a moment of peace away from someone else’s snooping eyes and ears. Much like so many other things though William had grown either accustomed or bored by the thought of it and just did what he needed to in order to survive.
Staying in Tokyo was a decent move in order to live a peaceful life as a normal human. His choice to be a normal human though was no longer a thing. He re-entered the spiritual community, obtained a good portion of his powers once again and now had a job at a major company as essentially a bodyguard against spiritual attacks. He had to question while he walked the streets surveying for petty crime and misunderstandings between average people. “Why am I still here?”
Now with that question inside his head William got the feeling that he’d stepped on something important. He’d wanted to help out the average person more than he could in the past yet now it was starting to seem like he’d always been helping them more than he expected. Had he made the right decision or should he have stayed with his Father where he could have kept helping out the people in America. A sigh of frustration escapes William as he comes to the conclusion that he’d have to think on this more and figure out what he really wanted to do here in Japan.
To make matters worse it wasn’t like he had gotten even a thank you out of it for helping them. He’d come across some sort of famous Bount that the normal people believed was a singer, at least he thought he was a singer. The Bount had wanted to speak with him to the point that William started to feel like he was the famous person with a groupie that just wouldn't leave him alone. Of course none of that could go into a police report so he had to be careful what he was thinking about while his fingers danced across the keys. Sitting at the desk though in the manner that he had started to mess with his back, a sensation that he utterly hated.
Standing up from the chair he had been sitting in for more than an hour straight now William walks throughout the office knowing that he could use a drink. It’d only take him about a minute to walk through the area making sure not to bump into the others in the office, almost all of them a good portion shorter. He really couldn’t believe how much smaller everything in this country was, still after some many months, the surroundings seemed almost miniature for his large frame. Thankfully one thing that was still common even here in Japan. Police enjoy coffee.
Filling up a cup with what he could hope was a fresh pot of black liquid nectar, William goes searching through the small fridge hoping that he’ll manage to find at least some liquid creamer. Powder creamer wasn’t the best in his opinion, something that he would use if nothing else is available yet he wouldn’t be happy about it ultimately. He didn’t mind flavored creamer especially right now when he needed to stay awake and alert in order to get this boring, trivial and just downright unneeded report. Thankfully though liquid creamer was found and would make this day a bit smoother.
Taking his time to fox together this concoctive beverage William makes his way back to his desk. Sitting in the still less than adequate chair and wishing he could manage to bring in one of a higher quality. Moving his head from side to side and then round and round the tall brown haired American fixes his focus back on the computer monitor realizing that he still had a bit more to write. Although he now knew this wasn’t totally bad. Since he would be able to copy this report and give it to Kazura as well.
Surprised that he didn’t hear any of his bones creaking or cracking as he moved his joints, William came to the next conclusion. He couldn’t push this back anymore with nothing left to do besides it. So his fingers went off like a blaze once again after a couple of seconds. Something that he was thankful for developing was the speed he could type although it wasn’t always easy though as his eyes had a habit of looking down at the keys and then by the time he looked back up he’d notice several letters that weren’t correct or additions to words that he then had to go back in order to correct.
It’d take him about another hour to finish the report in a manner that was satisfactory to himself and he knew his sergeant would accept. Afterwards he was quick to save the report on the typical flash drive he kept on him almost all the time. On the drive we’re things that most people would believe to be either the ramblings of a crazy man or the drafts of a fiction writer. William stored different things such as his reports to Kazura about the spiritual activity he noticed. Although he wrote it all he wouldn’t let others get a hold of it.
Now in the middle of the day William was pretty thankful he’d get to leave the office, it was time for him to go on patrol and stretch his legs. Walking throughout the streets of Tokyo had started off as something he didn’t enjoy nor something he looked forward to. Now though he’d come to the conclusion that it was far better to keep on his feet than sit down all day. He would’ve loved to get some fresh air, but being in a city as large as Tokyo it didn’t really feel fresh. Something else he’d just learned to deal with while he was in the city.
It’d been awhile since a thing spiritual in nature had shown itself in Tokyo, something that he’d been pondering for the last couple of days. Something he contained to ponder now as he took one step in front of the other as he walked out the front door of the station. The city sidewalks were something he felt almost unique with, like they told a different story than others. At the same time though it was a stupid thought and one fueled by boredom in his own opinion as sidewalks in small towns felt completely different to him as well.
The citizens of Tokyo moved just like those of any major city in his eyes. At one point in his life he detested this type of living situation believing it was unnatural for humans. That living like this was similar to living like insects, crawling all over one another, on top of one another, never having a moment of peace away from someone else’s snooping eyes and ears. Much like so many other things though William had grown either accustomed or bored by the thought of it and just did what he needed to in order to survive.
Staying in Tokyo was a decent move in order to live a peaceful life as a normal human. His choice to be a normal human though was no longer a thing. He re-entered the spiritual community, obtained a good portion of his powers once again and now had a job at a major company as essentially a bodyguard against spiritual attacks. He had to question while he walked the streets surveying for petty crime and misunderstandings between average people. “Why am I still here?”
Now with that question inside his head William got the feeling that he’d stepped on something important. He’d wanted to help out the average person more than he could in the past yet now it was starting to seem like he’d always been helping them more than he expected. Had he made the right decision or should he have stayed with his Father where he could have kept helping out the people in America. A sigh of frustration escapes William as he comes to the conclusion that he’d have to think on this more and figure out what he really wanted to do here in Japan.
