Post by Maria Ashwin on Sept 6, 2022 1:30:50 GMT -5
Inovation
is the corner stone of being lazy
It opens doors to make life easier
(1)The pale moonlight of Hueco Mundo would shimmer across the pale sands with an otherworldly beauty, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of iron and chilled decay wafted in the air. This was Hueco Mundo the land of eternal night , and marik had seen this pale hell more times than his mind could possibly concieve.
(2) the contsant smell of blood and death was the only thing that stopped this place from being a hell of sensory depravation well that and the infinite swarm of soul devouring hollows. And Becoming this foul mutated shape had in marik's mind robbed him of the noble powers beings a vasto lorde had afforded him.
(3) he often was kept up at night he had a human form...but the hole the hole was still there. It had taken marik some odd months but he was able to find the remains of his hollow mask along the ridge of his ear , the fragments hanging upon his ear like a set of jagged ear cuffs.
(4) A gentle breeze would blow through the vast desert of hueco mundo , kicking up sand ever so gently and depositing it at a lone arrancars legs. His gaze fixated upon the eternal cresecent moon as he became lost deep in his own thoughts , 'whats the point of living in this pale hell? if i stay in the forest im hunted.
(5) if i go to the ivory citadel im a branded slave or worse someones lacky' he would think to himself with a sigh , only now did it dawn on him that in all of creation he had no where to go and no one to turn to. Shinigami hunted his kind in sport and in duty , other hollows attacked him on sight now ever since he had seemingly mutated.
(6) that was provided they didn't die from the sheer amount of spiritual pressure he found himself exusing these days. The neon green haired arrancar would let out a light sigh as he spoke to th wind "i miss when i still had a mask" he mummbled to no one in a tired low voice simply tired of being alone.
(8) More than that he was tired of hueco mundo , tired of looking at las noches , tired of this dog eat dog system , did any of this truly even matter anymore. As a normal hollow he sought only to devour souls and sleep his years away , the hunger nothing more than anoyance that nagged at his mind like a gnat that was just out of reach.
(9) As both a Gillian and Adhujas he was forced into a cycle of endless eating , as the moment he stopped his mind was consumed by the miriad of souls that dwelled within him. Yet further still when he had broken the barrier to push onward into the realm of the unknown he was made a vasto lorde when of the rarest hollows to roam the eternal waste's.
(10) he was gifted with silence but the hunger remained but was almost non-existant. He only got to enjoy his station at the top of the food chain before those damned mutated hollows from the ivory citadel came to steal him away , the battle was short and bloody but in the end he came out as the victor...but at what cost his mask had shattered as he belived himself to be infected with thier disease.
(11) Marik's ear's would twitch as the muffled cry of gillians echo from beneath his feat , typically a sound most couldnt hear but marik's senses where sharper than most other hollows. This was mostly due to his days zipping around as hummingbird he honestly missed those days somtimes , he could atleast sleep without worrying about being a vector for weaker hollows.
(12)Raising his left hand from it's resting postion on his knees he would point at the ground a few hundred yards in front of him , Wind would slowly begin to pick up around him as a spec of bright neon green light began to form at his finger tip. As the light grew in size and intensity so to did the winds being kicked up by the vast gathering of energy , without warning Marik would let the beam of condensed spirit energy loose watching as it sailed through the air.
(13) The area would be bathed in an otherworldly eerie glow as it impacted the sand far off in the distance , the explosion would shake the general area. A pillar of neon green light would reach into the sky as the cero colided with the dunes , causing a decent sized chunk of the menos forest canopy to cave in.
(14) The cry of the menos grande would reach it's peak just before the cero's light faded , he was once again left with only the silence and eternal moon as comfort on this night. "im tired of the same thing , day in and day out there's nothing for me here anymore , i'll either die someone's lunch or end up slaving away under that pink feathered asshole" he would sigh out as he picked himself up off of the desert floor.
(15) He wasn't sure where he could go but he was sure that he;d find his way eventually , after all anything was better than being someones lunch or pet it had to be or else...he had no reason to be here. To fight was to know one's self to be alive but eventually even the best soldiers tire.
(16) Taking a moment to smack the sand from his salvaged arrancar uniform , dust and sand freeing themselves from his legs with each strike. Once he was done he would walk over to the damage his cero had caused to the canopy of the menos forest , he would look down in disapproval at the smouldering hole it wasn't nearly as big as he would have hoped.
(17) Down below he would bear witness to the sight of several gillian class menos twitching and smoking beaneath mounds of rubble , the sight would stirr somthing primal in him as his stomach growled he would take a step foward upon a reishi platform and slowly hover down the tip of his right foot touching the ground ever so gently followed by his heel following the same proccess with his other leg.
(18) Sliding his hands into his pockets he would walk foward looking for any semblance of life amongst the menos. He knew what he was about to do , and in his own defense he hadnt eaten another hollow in months the whole ordeal bored him , but at the same time one can truely only go so long without food.
(19) Seeing as most of the hollows where dead or dieing , he would have to just pick one, Without much hisitation he made hia way over to one of the felled gillian and would put a balla through it's mask. Making sure the creature was truly downed.
(20) He would then move in for the first bite , and this time it tasted diffrent atleast from his point of view. From his own view points souls never really had aflavor till now that is the best he coudl describe the Menos Grande's flesh was 'Turkey Like' as it could difintly use some salt to up the flavor value if only as little.
(21) Within moments he soon found himself shoveling hand fulls of hollow flesh into his maw , no longer coudl he feel his power grow. But the habits he once held as vasto lorde reared thier head and demanded he consume the fallen hollows before him. Little did he know this would be the last time he would ever have such a meal again.
(22) As his choice to make a new home elsewhere in the universe would set him on a much more reserved path than most , Unsure what had happened as he comes back to his sense's the corpses of the menos grande's gone he open a garganta to begin his new life. Unsure of what fantastical journeys await him in the world of the living.
(23) The sun would peek up over the horizon blasting warmth upon all it’s light touched casting shadows as it’s powerful beams invade the homes and dreams of those within soul society , a warm beam of light would poke through the shades in which the room Marik Ashwin soon to be Mc' Donald's crewmate laid sleeping until the light ever so rudely shined in his face.
(24) The neon green haired male’s face would scrunch up in disapproval as he retreated under her covers now awake letting out a low throaty groan “uhhh god why have you forsaken me?” , he groaned out as he attempted to stretch while still under the cover only to push himself out of the bed and falling face front onto the floor his body know exposed. His hummingbird and heart boxers a brilliant neon green.
(25) Marik would let out a sigh as he opened his eyes. Picking himself up he would grab himself a fresh pair of clothes, undergarments and socks leaving his pepper spray and tazer by his bedside , his bare feet would touch the cold marble floor as he entered the bathroom placing all he had brought upon the toilet seat lid.
(26) removing his undergarments before he would step into the glass box like shower. A stream of warm water would come rushing from the shower head as it washed over Marik his hair trying to retain water would droop over the right side of his face , he would seemingly let the water hit h his face for a good five to fifteen minutes.
(27) just simply enjoying the warm feeling of the water gradually turning up the heat and pressure of the water till it was what most would unbearable but this is how he liked his water. he would grab a washcloth and began slowly scrubbing his arms he would then around letting the water run down her back.
(28) Marik would being washing his chest and stomach as he began to think absentmindedly letting his body move on memory of his routine. He had been doing this for so long it was like second nature to him , he had truly become a simple mundane jobber at this point ; he had no quams admitting this either.
(29) Marik would reach for the bottle of 'lime & lemon' shampoo which rested upon a rack which was suction cupped to the glass wall in the shower along with moisturizers and a single lufa, despite how he presented herself around Co-workers he did care about looking presentable at work , he would firmly squeeze a dollop of shampoo into his palm.
(30) quickly placing the bottle back within its place on the rack ; he would begin rubbing it into his hair creating a mass of sudds massaging his scalp with the shampoo enjoying the sweet and lovely smell of citrus that was filling his nostrils as he continued to wash his hair and massage his scalp.
(31) Marik would let the water blast away the suds from his being. He would then quickly turn the water off , Marik would stand in the shower for merely a moment allowing water to drip from his body onto the pool of draining water on the floor of the shower. Stepping out of the shower Marik would lightly fluctuate his spirit energy causing the water to fly off his body and hit the floor.
(32) “Gotta love the perks of being a hollow” he would mumble as he grabbed the clean set of clothes he had brought into the bathroom. The Neon green haired boy would quickly throw on his cloths Marik would look into the mirror at himself making sure all was as it should be.
(33) Marik stands at 5'9 weighing in at 175lb , his frame is slender in apperance with very little definition. A mop of messy neon green hair rest's atop his head though it appears to be styled thats simply the way his hair folicals rest atop his skalp. Beneath that mop of messy green hair rest's a set of neon green emeralds.
(34) His Lightly tanned skin posses a healthy radient glow neath the somber moon of hueco mundo , most now would simply assume he does alot of outside activities . His facial features could be described as boyish and baby faced as he lacks a single lick of facial hair upon his face.
(35) this combined with the forever unimpressed look makes him appear to be your everyday stereotypical teen going through a rebellious stage. Which allowed him to worm his way into the position he was in now , even though he orignally didnt understand alot of social cue's his youthful apperance bought him a pass.
(36) Heading back to his room leaving the bathroom , marik would get dressed raising the cloths to his nose in the end taking the McDonalds uniform that smelled the least like sweat and poverty. As he made his way out his room he would grab both his pepper spray and tazer , aside from those two items and his home amenities the tazer and pepper spray where the only items to his name.
(37) Marik would head for the door being sure to lock it once he was outside , he would walk swiftly against the brisk morning air as he headed toward the aparment complexs rusty stairs , he swore they wobbled with each step he took. 'i swear to god im calling someone about this , the only thing holding these steps to the buildings is zip tyes' he would think to himself with a sigh.
(38) Once he was at the bottom of the steps he would walk out of his appartment complex's gates and begin heading to work but was detoured as his canine like nose dragged him to the wonderful smell of a food cart at the other side of the street. Where he was met with the very familiar face of Ms.Fujioka a kind elderly soul that was a sight to behold.
(39) with a small smile and a bow of respect he would reach into his pack pocket and pull out five hundred yen , "the usual miss fuji" he would say with a tired yawn as he handed her the money. The old woman simply giggled a bit as she whipped around to the other side of the food cart , "eight sticks of takoyaki and one barbacued squid" she would ramble off from memory.
(40) Marik in turn would simply offer her a smile as she bagged up his food , Not much was known about her ; and she knew next to nothing about marik. He liked thier little dynamic he got to see the closest thing to a friend once a day and get some food out of the deal. Somehow he got a sense of satisfaction from seeing the little old lady smile.
(41) Once she was done bagging up his food marik would begin his dreaded trek to work , tearing into the food he had just purchased. The morning was relatively quiet , the sounds of birds chirpining occasionally echoed through teh empty streets. Marik wasn't one for rising early in the morning but moments like these where worth it.
(42) Once marik had made it to work he would be met with the familiar sight of a mc'donalds parking lot. Nothing special at all and seeing as it was mepty meant he was the first one on the job , 'looks like i have some time to catch some z's' he would think to himself as he leaned against the front door and slid down till his back was resting firmly aginst it while his ass was on the ground.
(43) Just as he had done so many times before he would relax , slowly blinking once , then twice and thrice yet again. Marik was constantly in a battle with himself to not give into his lazy ways , it didn't take much in turn to train himself to give into them when he needed to take a quick nap to pass the time like he was doing now.
(45) the sensation of dry grass rubbing against his clothes and at time poking through his clothes was pure agony. As the dry grass blades that somehow made it through his clothes irritated his skin beyond belief , though not present to the public eye any small scrapes he had where now inflamed.
(46) Due the constant rubbing and prodding of the grass he was in indescribeabke agony. His already red eyes would grow redder and puffier by the minute as the smell of the chloroplast hit the air , ‘i think i might be allergic?’ he would think to himself as the inside of his nose began to take on a wild tickling sensation.
(47) causing him to let loose a ferocious sneeze coating the inside of his mask with thick yet clear mucus. “Ugh i fucking hate it here..” he would mummble to himself as he would sit up standing up on his kness from his on the ground spread eagle position , He would reach around with his left hand.
(48) quickly reaching toward his backside and begin rummaging through his weapon pouch searching for his given tools a frown on his face. While he did that he would take his right hand peeling his make shift mask down off his face , using the back of his hand to wipe away any trails of snot that still clung defiantly.
(49) ‘If the jackass wanted the field cut properly to such a degree why didn't he just come out here and do it himself!? Or push mowers which are a fucking thing!!” he would think to himself grinding his teeth together in frustration ; why hsi father refused to simply let him sleep his days away was beyond him but this punishment was anything but humane.
(50) The young man would give a firm and disappointed huff as he pulled out a wooden ruler with about two inches of the end stained green from the grass’s chloroplast staining it , along with this he would produce a lone pair of old rusty scissors. If it were anyone else the scissors would have caused severe cutting.
(51) Lets not even think of the chafing chafing of one's thumb , index and middle fingers. Luckily this was Marik and thanks to his unwillingness to work hard and wish to eb comfortable he had made a work around. Tearing off his sleeve and wrapping it around the two sections of handle on the scissors cushioning his hand.
(52) Crouching back down into the spread eagle position one more time he would begin diligently cutting the grass at the desired height , with his mask now off the smell of the cut grass was several thousand times worse. ‘Why just why...this should be a punishment or job for convicts and wards of the state not me! Not a professional bounty hunter and slacker’ he would think to himself as his nose began to run once again.
(53) Marik would be here for many more hours constantly blowing his nose into his bandana mask for even the smallest bit of relief , this was hell and his father was the warden “i hope one of these days he stubs his pinkie toe on a sharp corner..” he would growl under his breath ; not wishing any true harm on his father but just to minorly inconvenience him as this punishment has inconvenienced himself.
(54) Standing up from the grass one last time he would begin walking back twoard the shack his family called a house , that was until his legs stopped moving and began to sink. The sky growing dark as a manly voice echoing in his ears , thrashing against the ground as his name was repeated over and over.
(55) Marik would jolt forward from his sleep abruptly rubbing his eyes with a light groan , his heart thumping in his chest like a mighty base drum. It would take a moment for him to notice that he was sitting in the shade , looking up from his sitting position he would be met with the sight of his shift manager looking down at him.
(56) Marik would sigh as he looked up at the mountain of a man , Marik swore this guy built out of marble and bricks. Like there was no way in hell a human should have this much muscle , atleast not a normal one. "Marik get the fuck up we have to open the store go fire up the grill" the goliath of a man
(57) With a sigh Marik would lean forward picking himself up off of the floor , standing behind his boss dusting himself off as the only sound was the jingle of keys in the door. He would open his mouth to say somthing but would stop himself , Brendan had been an sxcellent boss but he wasn't sure how to extend the branch of friendship.
(58) Once the front door was unlocked marik would walk in behind Brendan locking the door behind them as they still had thirty minutes before they opened up. Quickly walking twoard the bathroom he would pop in and begin washing his hands , splashing his face with water in an attempt to fully wake up.
(59) He would give a light sigh as he reached for the paper towels and would begin to dry his face and hands , he would then toss it in the trash can before hitting the floor. Sliding across the counter he would hop behind the register and begin clocking in , "lets egt the day started" he would mummble to himself as he punched in his employee number.
(60) Once he was ass clocked in he would pull out his samsung fold and begin scrolling through youtube while his free hand plucked a pair of raycon head phones from his pocket. Slipping in the ear buds he would put on the sing "strike back" before pocketing his phone and firing up the fryers.
(61) Stepping away from the fryer as he dropped a fresh batch of humanities starchy friends into the grease he would talk a moment let out a yawn , in truth marik wished he was anywhere else but here. The mere act of working turned his stomach and revolted his very being the concept was alien to him.
(62) Yet here he was walking toward back line to give the station a quick wipe down , Crouching down he would reach down into the murky sanitary water not bothering to change it out as he pulled out a blue rag wringing it out carefully. Using the counter top as leverage he would pick himself up off the floor.
(63) He would humm along with the song thrumming in his ears as he began wiping down the counter tops , wilted shredded lettuce falling onto the grimy floor below. Not bothering to wipe it up he would leave it on the floor for the evening shift , he wasn’t getting paind enough to care about what the fuck night shift didn’t clean.
(64) 'Damn bumms could atleast make my job easier and do thiers’ he would thik to himself as he tossed the rag over his shoulder into the trashcan against the far wall. "lets get this fucking shift over with" he would say with a sigh as he whipped around leaning against the cutting board counter.
(65) He would reach into his back pocket producing his phone , he would then go into his gallery and begin scrolling through the many music videos he ahd pirated off the wide web. Not to interested in the video's themselves but their lyrical contents after all work flys by when your distracted.
(66) That and he had been haveing terrible stomach aches lately , not from his lack of eating mind you he often spent his money on vast amounts of food which e rabidly consumed. Unbeknownst to him his body was rebeling in a major way , hollows where not designed to eat the food of the living.
(67) His body craved the souls of other hollows , the living and everything inbetween. Which in marik's mind wasn't super out of place as he still saw himself as vasto lordez albiet a rather fucked up one as those bastards from the ivory palace had given him some sort of mutation that broke his mask.
(68) With a sigh he would click on a random song and put his other ear buds in as he began blasting the song , allowing himself to walk in stride to the music as he headed to the freezer grabbing a bag of patties and heading over to the grill getting ready to earn his pay check for the month.
(69) Bobbing his head with a small smile as he flung patties upon the griddle he would close his eyes , his mind goin back to his time in the menos forest as the smell of the burger flooded his sense's. Thinking back on allm chaos and carnage he had caused with a joyiuos smile that would seem rather bizarre had anyone been able to read his mind.
(70) With a happy hum he would grab his spatula and begin flipping the patties over , with a gentle flick of his wrist the pattie was sent flipping in the air landing back on the grittle with a wet juicy thwack. "as much as i hate this..i gotta admit its better than fighting tooth and nail" he would mummble as he grabbed the msg shaker and left his station walking over to the fryers.
(2) the contsant smell of blood and death was the only thing that stopped this place from being a hell of sensory depravation well that and the infinite swarm of soul devouring hollows. And Becoming this foul mutated shape had in marik's mind robbed him of the noble powers beings a vasto lorde had afforded him.
(3) he often was kept up at night he had a human form...but the hole the hole was still there. It had taken marik some odd months but he was able to find the remains of his hollow mask along the ridge of his ear , the fragments hanging upon his ear like a set of jagged ear cuffs.
(4) A gentle breeze would blow through the vast desert of hueco mundo , kicking up sand ever so gently and depositing it at a lone arrancars legs. His gaze fixated upon the eternal cresecent moon as he became lost deep in his own thoughts , 'whats the point of living in this pale hell? if i stay in the forest im hunted.
(5) if i go to the ivory citadel im a branded slave or worse someones lacky' he would think to himself with a sigh , only now did it dawn on him that in all of creation he had no where to go and no one to turn to. Shinigami hunted his kind in sport and in duty , other hollows attacked him on sight now ever since he had seemingly mutated.
(6) that was provided they didn't die from the sheer amount of spiritual pressure he found himself exusing these days. The neon green haired arrancar would let out a light sigh as he spoke to th wind "i miss when i still had a mask" he mummbled to no one in a tired low voice simply tired of being alone.
(8) More than that he was tired of hueco mundo , tired of looking at las noches , tired of this dog eat dog system , did any of this truly even matter anymore. As a normal hollow he sought only to devour souls and sleep his years away , the hunger nothing more than anoyance that nagged at his mind like a gnat that was just out of reach.
(9) As both a Gillian and Adhujas he was forced into a cycle of endless eating , as the moment he stopped his mind was consumed by the miriad of souls that dwelled within him. Yet further still when he had broken the barrier to push onward into the realm of the unknown he was made a vasto lorde when of the rarest hollows to roam the eternal waste's.
(10) he was gifted with silence but the hunger remained but was almost non-existant. He only got to enjoy his station at the top of the food chain before those damned mutated hollows from the ivory citadel came to steal him away , the battle was short and bloody but in the end he came out as the victor...but at what cost his mask had shattered as he belived himself to be infected with thier disease.
(11) Marik's ear's would twitch as the muffled cry of gillians echo from beneath his feat , typically a sound most couldnt hear but marik's senses where sharper than most other hollows. This was mostly due to his days zipping around as hummingbird he honestly missed those days somtimes , he could atleast sleep without worrying about being a vector for weaker hollows.
(12)Raising his left hand from it's resting postion on his knees he would point at the ground a few hundred yards in front of him , Wind would slowly begin to pick up around him as a spec of bright neon green light began to form at his finger tip. As the light grew in size and intensity so to did the winds being kicked up by the vast gathering of energy , without warning Marik would let the beam of condensed spirit energy loose watching as it sailed through the air.
(13) The area would be bathed in an otherworldly eerie glow as it impacted the sand far off in the distance , the explosion would shake the general area. A pillar of neon green light would reach into the sky as the cero colided with the dunes , causing a decent sized chunk of the menos forest canopy to cave in.
(14) The cry of the menos grande would reach it's peak just before the cero's light faded , he was once again left with only the silence and eternal moon as comfort on this night. "im tired of the same thing , day in and day out there's nothing for me here anymore , i'll either die someone's lunch or end up slaving away under that pink feathered asshole" he would sigh out as he picked himself up off of the desert floor.
(15) He wasn't sure where he could go but he was sure that he;d find his way eventually , after all anything was better than being someones lunch or pet it had to be or else...he had no reason to be here. To fight was to know one's self to be alive but eventually even the best soldiers tire.
(16) Taking a moment to smack the sand from his salvaged arrancar uniform , dust and sand freeing themselves from his legs with each strike. Once he was done he would walk over to the damage his cero had caused to the canopy of the menos forest , he would look down in disapproval at the smouldering hole it wasn't nearly as big as he would have hoped.
(17) Down below he would bear witness to the sight of several gillian class menos twitching and smoking beaneath mounds of rubble , the sight would stirr somthing primal in him as his stomach growled he would take a step foward upon a reishi platform and slowly hover down the tip of his right foot touching the ground ever so gently followed by his heel following the same proccess with his other leg.
(18) Sliding his hands into his pockets he would walk foward looking for any semblance of life amongst the menos. He knew what he was about to do , and in his own defense he hadnt eaten another hollow in months the whole ordeal bored him , but at the same time one can truely only go so long without food.
(19) Seeing as most of the hollows where dead or dieing , he would have to just pick one, Without much hisitation he made hia way over to one of the felled gillian and would put a balla through it's mask. Making sure the creature was truly downed.
(20) He would then move in for the first bite , and this time it tasted diffrent atleast from his point of view. From his own view points souls never really had aflavor till now that is the best he coudl describe the Menos Grande's flesh was 'Turkey Like' as it could difintly use some salt to up the flavor value if only as little.
(21) Within moments he soon found himself shoveling hand fulls of hollow flesh into his maw , no longer coudl he feel his power grow. But the habits he once held as vasto lorde reared thier head and demanded he consume the fallen hollows before him. Little did he know this would be the last time he would ever have such a meal again.
(22) As his choice to make a new home elsewhere in the universe would set him on a much more reserved path than most , Unsure what had happened as he comes back to his sense's the corpses of the menos grande's gone he open a garganta to begin his new life. Unsure of what fantastical journeys await him in the world of the living.
-6 months later-
(23) The sun would peek up over the horizon blasting warmth upon all it’s light touched casting shadows as it’s powerful beams invade the homes and dreams of those within soul society , a warm beam of light would poke through the shades in which the room Marik Ashwin soon to be Mc' Donald's crewmate laid sleeping until the light ever so rudely shined in his face.
(24) The neon green haired male’s face would scrunch up in disapproval as he retreated under her covers now awake letting out a low throaty groan “uhhh god why have you forsaken me?” , he groaned out as he attempted to stretch while still under the cover only to push himself out of the bed and falling face front onto the floor his body know exposed. His hummingbird and heart boxers a brilliant neon green.
(25) Marik would let out a sigh as he opened his eyes. Picking himself up he would grab himself a fresh pair of clothes, undergarments and socks leaving his pepper spray and tazer by his bedside , his bare feet would touch the cold marble floor as he entered the bathroom placing all he had brought upon the toilet seat lid.
(26) removing his undergarments before he would step into the glass box like shower. A stream of warm water would come rushing from the shower head as it washed over Marik his hair trying to retain water would droop over the right side of his face , he would seemingly let the water hit h his face for a good five to fifteen minutes.
(27) just simply enjoying the warm feeling of the water gradually turning up the heat and pressure of the water till it was what most would unbearable but this is how he liked his water. he would grab a washcloth and began slowly scrubbing his arms he would then around letting the water run down her back.
(28) Marik would being washing his chest and stomach as he began to think absentmindedly letting his body move on memory of his routine. He had been doing this for so long it was like second nature to him , he had truly become a simple mundane jobber at this point ; he had no quams admitting this either.
(29) Marik would reach for the bottle of 'lime & lemon' shampoo which rested upon a rack which was suction cupped to the glass wall in the shower along with moisturizers and a single lufa, despite how he presented herself around Co-workers he did care about looking presentable at work , he would firmly squeeze a dollop of shampoo into his palm.
(30) quickly placing the bottle back within its place on the rack ; he would begin rubbing it into his hair creating a mass of sudds massaging his scalp with the shampoo enjoying the sweet and lovely smell of citrus that was filling his nostrils as he continued to wash his hair and massage his scalp.
(31) Marik would let the water blast away the suds from his being. He would then quickly turn the water off , Marik would stand in the shower for merely a moment allowing water to drip from his body onto the pool of draining water on the floor of the shower. Stepping out of the shower Marik would lightly fluctuate his spirit energy causing the water to fly off his body and hit the floor.
(32) “Gotta love the perks of being a hollow” he would mumble as he grabbed the clean set of clothes he had brought into the bathroom. The Neon green haired boy would quickly throw on his cloths Marik would look into the mirror at himself making sure all was as it should be.
(33) Marik stands at 5'9 weighing in at 175lb , his frame is slender in apperance with very little definition. A mop of messy neon green hair rest's atop his head though it appears to be styled thats simply the way his hair folicals rest atop his skalp. Beneath that mop of messy green hair rest's a set of neon green emeralds.
(34) His Lightly tanned skin posses a healthy radient glow neath the somber moon of hueco mundo , most now would simply assume he does alot of outside activities . His facial features could be described as boyish and baby faced as he lacks a single lick of facial hair upon his face.
(35) this combined with the forever unimpressed look makes him appear to be your everyday stereotypical teen going through a rebellious stage. Which allowed him to worm his way into the position he was in now , even though he orignally didnt understand alot of social cue's his youthful apperance bought him a pass.
(36) Heading back to his room leaving the bathroom , marik would get dressed raising the cloths to his nose in the end taking the McDonalds uniform that smelled the least like sweat and poverty. As he made his way out his room he would grab both his pepper spray and tazer , aside from those two items and his home amenities the tazer and pepper spray where the only items to his name.
(37) Marik would head for the door being sure to lock it once he was outside , he would walk swiftly against the brisk morning air as he headed toward the aparment complexs rusty stairs , he swore they wobbled with each step he took. 'i swear to god im calling someone about this , the only thing holding these steps to the buildings is zip tyes' he would think to himself with a sigh.
(38) Once he was at the bottom of the steps he would walk out of his appartment complex's gates and begin heading to work but was detoured as his canine like nose dragged him to the wonderful smell of a food cart at the other side of the street. Where he was met with the very familiar face of Ms.Fujioka a kind elderly soul that was a sight to behold.
(39) with a small smile and a bow of respect he would reach into his pack pocket and pull out five hundred yen , "the usual miss fuji" he would say with a tired yawn as he handed her the money. The old woman simply giggled a bit as she whipped around to the other side of the food cart , "eight sticks of takoyaki and one barbacued squid" she would ramble off from memory.
(40) Marik in turn would simply offer her a smile as she bagged up his food , Not much was known about her ; and she knew next to nothing about marik. He liked thier little dynamic he got to see the closest thing to a friend once a day and get some food out of the deal. Somehow he got a sense of satisfaction from seeing the little old lady smile.
(41) Once she was done bagging up his food marik would begin his dreaded trek to work , tearing into the food he had just purchased. The morning was relatively quiet , the sounds of birds chirpining occasionally echoed through teh empty streets. Marik wasn't one for rising early in the morning but moments like these where worth it.
(42) Once marik had made it to work he would be met with the familiar sight of a mc'donalds parking lot. Nothing special at all and seeing as it was mepty meant he was the first one on the job , 'looks like i have some time to catch some z's' he would think to himself as he leaned against the front door and slid down till his back was resting firmly aginst it while his ass was on the ground.
(43) Just as he had done so many times before he would relax , slowly blinking once , then twice and thrice yet again. Marik was constantly in a battle with himself to not give into his lazy ways , it didn't take much in turn to train himself to give into them when he needed to take a quick nap to pass the time like he was doing now.
-Dream sequence-
(44)Marik would awake once more a back seet driver in his own dream as he stired down at the ground , his back and knees in great pain. ‘Who hurt this man!’ Marik would think as he lay atop the grass of his father's house twhich was more alongthe lines of a field sprawled out onto his stomach.(45) the sensation of dry grass rubbing against his clothes and at time poking through his clothes was pure agony. As the dry grass blades that somehow made it through his clothes irritated his skin beyond belief , though not present to the public eye any small scrapes he had where now inflamed.
(46) Due the constant rubbing and prodding of the grass he was in indescribeabke agony. His already red eyes would grow redder and puffier by the minute as the smell of the chloroplast hit the air , ‘i think i might be allergic?’ he would think to himself as the inside of his nose began to take on a wild tickling sensation.
(47) causing him to let loose a ferocious sneeze coating the inside of his mask with thick yet clear mucus. “Ugh i fucking hate it here..” he would mummble to himself as he would sit up standing up on his kness from his on the ground spread eagle position , He would reach around with his left hand.
(48) quickly reaching toward his backside and begin rummaging through his weapon pouch searching for his given tools a frown on his face. While he did that he would take his right hand peeling his make shift mask down off his face , using the back of his hand to wipe away any trails of snot that still clung defiantly.
(49) ‘If the jackass wanted the field cut properly to such a degree why didn't he just come out here and do it himself!? Or push mowers which are a fucking thing!!” he would think to himself grinding his teeth together in frustration ; why hsi father refused to simply let him sleep his days away was beyond him but this punishment was anything but humane.
(50) The young man would give a firm and disappointed huff as he pulled out a wooden ruler with about two inches of the end stained green from the grass’s chloroplast staining it , along with this he would produce a lone pair of old rusty scissors. If it were anyone else the scissors would have caused severe cutting.
(51) Lets not even think of the chafing chafing of one's thumb , index and middle fingers. Luckily this was Marik and thanks to his unwillingness to work hard and wish to eb comfortable he had made a work around. Tearing off his sleeve and wrapping it around the two sections of handle on the scissors cushioning his hand.
(52) Crouching back down into the spread eagle position one more time he would begin diligently cutting the grass at the desired height , with his mask now off the smell of the cut grass was several thousand times worse. ‘Why just why...this should be a punishment or job for convicts and wards of the state not me! Not a professional bounty hunter and slacker’ he would think to himself as his nose began to run once again.
(53) Marik would be here for many more hours constantly blowing his nose into his bandana mask for even the smallest bit of relief , this was hell and his father was the warden “i hope one of these days he stubs his pinkie toe on a sharp corner..” he would growl under his breath ; not wishing any true harm on his father but just to minorly inconvenience him as this punishment has inconvenienced himself.
(54) Standing up from the grass one last time he would begin walking back twoard the shack his family called a house , that was until his legs stopped moving and began to sink. The sky growing dark as a manly voice echoing in his ears , thrashing against the ground as his name was repeated over and over.
-Dream sequence end-
(55) Marik would jolt forward from his sleep abruptly rubbing his eyes with a light groan , his heart thumping in his chest like a mighty base drum. It would take a moment for him to notice that he was sitting in the shade , looking up from his sitting position he would be met with the sight of his shift manager looking down at him.
(56) Marik would sigh as he looked up at the mountain of a man , Marik swore this guy built out of marble and bricks. Like there was no way in hell a human should have this much muscle , atleast not a normal one. "Marik get the fuck up we have to open the store go fire up the grill" the goliath of a man
(57) With a sigh Marik would lean forward picking himself up off of the floor , standing behind his boss dusting himself off as the only sound was the jingle of keys in the door. He would open his mouth to say somthing but would stop himself , Brendan had been an sxcellent boss but he wasn't sure how to extend the branch of friendship.
(58) Once the front door was unlocked marik would walk in behind Brendan locking the door behind them as they still had thirty minutes before they opened up. Quickly walking twoard the bathroom he would pop in and begin washing his hands , splashing his face with water in an attempt to fully wake up.
(59) He would give a light sigh as he reached for the paper towels and would begin to dry his face and hands , he would then toss it in the trash can before hitting the floor. Sliding across the counter he would hop behind the register and begin clocking in , "lets egt the day started" he would mummble to himself as he punched in his employee number.
(60) Once he was ass clocked in he would pull out his samsung fold and begin scrolling through youtube while his free hand plucked a pair of raycon head phones from his pocket. Slipping in the ear buds he would put on the sing "strike back" before pocketing his phone and firing up the fryers.
(61) Stepping away from the fryer as he dropped a fresh batch of humanities starchy friends into the grease he would talk a moment let out a yawn , in truth marik wished he was anywhere else but here. The mere act of working turned his stomach and revolted his very being the concept was alien to him.
(62) Yet here he was walking toward back line to give the station a quick wipe down , Crouching down he would reach down into the murky sanitary water not bothering to change it out as he pulled out a blue rag wringing it out carefully. Using the counter top as leverage he would pick himself up off the floor.
(63) He would humm along with the song thrumming in his ears as he began wiping down the counter tops , wilted shredded lettuce falling onto the grimy floor below. Not bothering to wipe it up he would leave it on the floor for the evening shift , he wasn’t getting paind enough to care about what the fuck night shift didn’t clean.
(64) 'Damn bumms could atleast make my job easier and do thiers’ he would thik to himself as he tossed the rag over his shoulder into the trashcan against the far wall. "lets get this fucking shift over with" he would say with a sigh as he whipped around leaning against the cutting board counter.
(65) He would reach into his back pocket producing his phone , he would then go into his gallery and begin scrolling through the many music videos he ahd pirated off the wide web. Not to interested in the video's themselves but their lyrical contents after all work flys by when your distracted.
(66) That and he had been haveing terrible stomach aches lately , not from his lack of eating mind you he often spent his money on vast amounts of food which e rabidly consumed. Unbeknownst to him his body was rebeling in a major way , hollows where not designed to eat the food of the living.
(67) His body craved the souls of other hollows , the living and everything inbetween. Which in marik's mind wasn't super out of place as he still saw himself as vasto lordez albiet a rather fucked up one as those bastards from the ivory palace had given him some sort of mutation that broke his mask.
(68) With a sigh he would click on a random song and put his other ear buds in as he began blasting the song , allowing himself to walk in stride to the music as he headed to the freezer grabbing a bag of patties and heading over to the grill getting ready to earn his pay check for the month.
(69) Bobbing his head with a small smile as he flung patties upon the griddle he would close his eyes , his mind goin back to his time in the menos forest as the smell of the burger flooded his sense's. Thinking back on allm chaos and carnage he had caused with a joyiuos smile that would seem rather bizarre had anyone been able to read his mind.
(70) With a happy hum he would grab his spatula and begin flipping the patties over , with a gentle flick of his wrist the pattie was sent flipping in the air landing back on the grittle with a wet juicy thwack. "as much as i hate this..i gotta admit its better than fighting tooth and nail" he would mummble as he grabbed the msg shaker and left his station walking over to the fryers.
