[. First steps][O]

[Kiyomi Toki]

[/i][/b][/size][/center]

Karakura Town sure was a rather new sight. People were bustling around on the busy city blocks, and not one section of any street seemed to be with a person stopping, all had predetermined destinations, and avoided each other quite naturally. It was different. Or, to Toki Kiyomi, new resident of Karakura town, it was strange. She lived in quite a suburban place, so, that many people in this busy district was a bit overwhelming. She hadn't even gotten to her new apartment, since she could pay off the cab driver to take her directly from the airport to her new home.

So, she was lugging a suitcase, her guitar on her back, and a rather large amp covered in a casing in her other hand, while walking through the rather busy street. 'Everything is heavy. So. Heavy. Damn it.' Kiyomi thought to herself whilst she continue walking into the direction she hoped was her apartment. Her eyes had bags underneath them, the plane ride was bearable, but. . . She just couldn't sleep for some reason.

"It shouldn't be far now. Just two blocks away." Kiyomi murmured while consulting a map at that light, looking around while she sat on her amp's case. She was waiting for the light, but, it was good to take a look around the area to see what was around and what not. There were several stores around! A train station, a food restaurant, even a rather odd looking store that sold weird merchandise, from the looks of it. But she was across the street, she couldn't judge it from the daunt looking object stacked in front of the store.

An old man walked into the store wearing a beige trench count, and a matching bowler hat. He had a thick moustache and a stern looking gaze. Kiyomi thought he looked pretty intimidating for some reason, but, she couldn't quite place it. Her eyes narrowed on him as he walked into the store and noticed he stopped to gaze back at her, and in that same instance, she suddenly felt a heaviness pushing her off her amp and straight to the ground. She let out a surprise "Eh?" as she fell, her eyes widening and then shutting close upon slamming into the ground.

It was a small distance, but falling onto concrete generally hurt. "Ah'. . . Damn it!" She hissed out once she propped herself. Had she kept her eye on the old man, she would notice him tilting his hat a tad and walking into the store with a sly smirk. But she was busy regaining composure amongst the dozens of eyes that stared at her random fall. "Hey, are you alright?" "Maybe she's woozy or something. . ." Random assumptions were being flung around, and she hadn't even said one thing. . .

'This town is really gonna be something' else, won't it Ichiro?'[/i] The thought brought a smile to her lips, while her eyes closed. Her hands were patting herself down, getting off any smudges from her attire. It was dirty, and she'd definitely need to change, but she felt better doing this anyway. "It's ok. I'm fine. I'm just getting off a plane so, sorry for," she stopped for a moment to pick up her map pamphlet and place her guitar back on her back before she continued. "The scare, feel free to go on!" She opened her eyes only to see the crowd had dispersed. The people were truly heartless!

But she smiled anyway. She turned to look back at that weird shop, only to shrug and continue on her path.

Within the store.

"Hmph. You see these fucking Japs meddling around!" Yelled that same old man wearing the bowler hat. He put extra emphasis on the word as he neared the shop owner, who only smiled. It was weird to see he was quite fine with this man being a blatant racist in the middle of Japan, towards Japans people. But he was aye-okay with letting him rant about them. The shop owner was also a old man, with age showing just as obvious on him as the other man. He was polishing a vase rather intently, as if he was completely focused on it, but he asked the man a rather abstract question.

"So you felt it too, hmm?"

The angry bowler hat man stopped talking, and lowered his gaze, tilting his hat with his left hand once more. A reiatsu had flared out from the girl while she was looking at him, and it truly shocked the old man. But he had to stop it, in case a hollow or something or another were to come and attack out in the open. "She's another one." He murmured in a menacingly calm voice, while the man polishing the vase only nodded, letting a smile grow on his face. "You might have another student on your hand. . ." While he was talking the old man picked up a rather odd looking jade statue. "Jung-Hwa, Master of Heaven's Broad Strike."

The old man stopped polishing his vase as he turned to smile at the man named Jung-Hwa. "Fuck that! I already have a fucking Japanese student and a mutt fighting each other. I don't need to sully my art anymore with these damned Japanese. . ." The man's temper seemed to cool down once he stopped speaking. "I'll drop by later." He murmured, putting the serpent statue down, making his way to the exit. "Seeya Jung, be well~." The shop owner spoke in a playful tone, as if they were friends for quite sometime.

Once the man left, the shop keeps smile turned into a wide grin. "It's been a while since anything fun happened~. Ohhh. What the gears of fate have in store for this town. . ."


[/ul][/font]

[Kiyomi Toki]

[/i][/b][/size][/right]

"I made it, finally, Ichiro. . . Today was pretty exhausting, but I will try to make the best of it." Kiyomi murmured to herself, almost as if she were trying to give herself some reassuring words. However, she said it in such a dry tone that it made it seem like she lacked any enthusiasm or hope for it getting better. She slide the key into the lock, slowly opening the door with high hopes! But, all she saw was darkness. "Lights, lights, where are the lights. . ." Kiyomi pulled all her possession into the rom, right next to the door and began to rub along the wall to try and figure out where the switch was.

Eventually she found it. Although it felt like it had taken countless hours. . . But she did it. "Hmm~." She looked around the room with a small smile. The furniture seemed clean, the walls had a nice sheet of paint on it, and everything else looked in order. She took her guitar and amp from the wall and walked over to the couch that was luring her with how comfortable its cushions looked. She began unpacking her instrument, Vox, and also took her amp from out of its case to plug it into an outlet.

She sat down, leaning back into the soft, warm cushions, while adjusting her instrument. Once finished, she stopped to look out of the large windows right next to the couch. It was a nice view, the sunsetting just as she got home! Perfect. She pulled a guitar pick from out of her pocket and gave each string a strum, making sure it was in tune, like always. . . DUNNNNN! She let the guitar ring out in such a dark, sinister, and loud tone that everyone was bound to hear it! That was just how she liked it, though. Not so much the attention, but the sound.

The moment she strummed that note, a vibrant blue gushed out from the walls and pooled up around her. It would be an abnormal experience to anyone else, but to a Synesthete such as Kiyomi, it was a normal occurrence. She began to strum at the guitar whilst muting the string, giving a, tinging noise such as when you hit a cowbell, giving herself a 1-2-3-4 count before she began to play one of her favorite songs! Technical Difficulties! Her left hand began to skillfully move around the neck throughout the song while eyes saw each note spilling a new color into her world.

Green began to randomly spout from the ground, exploding upwards with each pinch harmonic she hit, every bend. Although she had augmented hearing-sight capabilities, music was when she was at a whole new level. The two mixed together due to her affliction. Plus she was playing the song quite well, considering all the distracting things she was envisioning, although, music always did this to her.

It was something she looked forward to, rather than thought of as a distraction. The reason for it was none other than the euphoric feeling she gained from it all. It was like drugs without. . . Actually using drugs! Plus it was impossible to O.D. So it was all good. A few other riffs and chops were thrown in after the song was done! Ah, how fun.

7:00 PM, Kiyomi's apartment.

[/b][/i][/right]

It was a full hour of guitar playing, before Kiyomi decided to go and take a relaxing bath to commemorate her new home. Plus she still felt a bit dirty from before when she fell out in public. . . But, off she went. The bathroom was nice on the eyes, just like the living room. So far, she approved of the apartment her parents got her! "Thanks, dad. But mostly mom." She laughed a bit before turning the water on, starting on filling the bathtub. Steam filled the room while Kiyomi began to undress.

She liked it, being naked. If it were possible, she'd go through her whole life without clothes! But even though she was a bit of a rebel, she wouldn't go that far against society! Anyone who could, earned a high place in Kiyomi's mind, though. Back to bathing. Once she discarders her last article of clothing, she reach out to stop the water, but something odd happened. . . Her hand didn't even touch the knob, but suddenly it turned into her hand, completely shut off.

". . . Well that's weird."[/b Kiyomi murmured, shrugging it off as the knob being faulty or something. She slipped into the water and let out a relaxing and drawn out sigh. She was here, in Karakura, alone. The experience was bound to be a challenge, but the more she thought about it, the more she was eager for tomorrow to come. She sighed, while sinking down into the water, letting her head become fully submerged. Thanks to her being so short, she was able to easily fit in the large tub without any problem. Her hair flowed freely in the water while she looked up towards the light.

This was a routine of hers. . . For some odd reason, she felt at peace in water. Hell, she even thought more clearly within water. A few seconds passed, almost turning into a full minute before Kiyomi submerged. Only to the point her nose was barely out of the water, with her hair clouding her vision. Thoughts of school crossed her mind, but she simply leant back into the tub and began to wash. She'd deal with it when the time calls for it.



It was around another hour or so that Kiyomi got out of the bath. She stood up in the middle of the room, running a brush through her purple locks while she mused simple and darting thoughts once more. Once done, she began to tie the back up into a small pony tail, and stopped to look at herself, then raising her right arm up to look at the black snake tattoo printed on her forearm. 'I'm thinking too much, aren't I, Ichiro? If you were here, you'd say, " A walk is in order!" or something. . . I'll do that.'[/i] She found comfort in this as well, and began to make her way out of the bathroom, in the nude, of course. Why cover up if no one is there to see?

She unzipped her suitcase and began rummaging throughout the clothing, and eventually took out a nice set of clothes. A black pair of cargo pants, with a black tank top. She sported a regular pair of black vans and started towards the door. A simple stroll during a summer night would be good! She started out the door and made her way to the front entrance, unaware of the mysterious happenings that would unveil themselves on that very night.

Right?

8:02 PM on a nearby rooftop near Kiyomi Toki's apartment

[/size][/right]

The sun was setting, and the people in the district were all heading to their homes. It was around this time that A good horde of darkness began to descent around several rooftops. Dozens of hollows were moving through the sky, for some reason. . . Almost as if they were migrating to some area. How odd was that? Jung-Hwa sat upon the edge of the balcony spying down into Kiyomi's room.

"Hm. . . Is this Jap really that important?" He asked himself while looking towards the moving hollows. Suddenly his eyes closed and he began to pull his hat down just as he normally did. "Master, if she is truly worthy of my attention, give me a sign. . . !" He asked with the upmost urgency, only to look back and see her naked in the middle of the room.

Blood splurged out everywhere while Jung-Hwa fell back onto the balcony, covering his nose with both his hands while pleading out, "I see master! I see your sign!" Was this man really as conspicuous as he seemed?

[/font][/ul]

[Zieg Revolver]

Please label the subject of the thread, in (), if this for CTP, TTP, or SP. Other then then, doing great so far, just post a message or pm me when this is finished so that I may grade it. ^^