Post by Abaddon on Jan 26, 2018 15:35:25 GMT -5
(Training for a 50/50 split on ctp and sp)
Public libraries still amazed Abaddon, to be able to freely take books with all sorts of information out and be trusted to return them. Back when he first lived this sort of idea would be more fantasy than anything else, the ruling class back then didn't want such valuable items to be in the hands of the common folk nor let them read it if they could even read, which at that time most didn't know how to. However Abaddon's fascination with being able to choose what he wanted to read sometimes took longer than he expected, as such as he was selecting the book for that weekend he felt a tap on his shoulder followed by a voice. “Excuse me sir the library is closing now could you please head up to the counter if you want to check out a book?”
Turning around Abaddon saw a somewhat older looking man in his late fifties with brown glasses, looking a bit concerned. The soft permanent smile that Abaddon had on seemed to set the older man at ease as Abaddon simply walked over to the check out counter and took out his book. A simple book of poems this time around, it had been three years since he had been reborn, yet he still hadn't found a lack of books to read. With the library closing for the night he simply started on his way back to the forests of Karakura to make his trip back to Las Areneas less visible in the public's eye. That was his plan till the glimpse of a bar caught the corner of his eye. In all the time he had been back he hadn't drank, he really didn't see the need to do so. Yet tonight there was something drawing him towards the bar.
Without thinking he simply entered in and sat down on the brown counter top, grabbing a napkin to wipe away some of the grim from spilled drinks and dirt that had collected over the night. This place wasn't exactly very lively. Only a few folks here and there and those that were here were drinking along and in silence. He could tell by just looking at their clothing that he was well over dressed for this occasion. Still wearing his signature white gloves he had chosen to wear a black pinstripe pants and coat vest with a white shirt, opting to leave the actual suit coat at home today. The rest of the people in the bar were wearing simple shirts and pants, most of the men were wearing jeans or so he thought. He wasn't really able to tell all that well from the counter top mostly due to the lighting at the bar.
The lighting is a bit on the darker side with some soft light, enough to let those who came into the bar to order, drink and see one another, but not bright enough if someone wanted to read. Looking over at what was offered he selected the only single malt scotch they had. Most of what he had drank before had been wine and it left a sour taste in his mouth now that he was a quincy again. Looking at the glass he wondered what exactly was he doing here in this bar. There wasn't any reason for him to be drinking, yet here he was. Taking a small sip of the scotch he took one more look around at those nearby, for the most part he couldn't tell that there was anyone spiritually aware, which was good given he reeked of hollow reiatsu from living in LA. Last thing he wanted was to invoke the ire of someone else who was spiritually aware.
Public libraries still amazed Abaddon, to be able to freely take books with all sorts of information out and be trusted to return them. Back when he first lived this sort of idea would be more fantasy than anything else, the ruling class back then didn't want such valuable items to be in the hands of the common folk nor let them read it if they could even read, which at that time most didn't know how to. However Abaddon's fascination with being able to choose what he wanted to read sometimes took longer than he expected, as such as he was selecting the book for that weekend he felt a tap on his shoulder followed by a voice. “Excuse me sir the library is closing now could you please head up to the counter if you want to check out a book?”
Turning around Abaddon saw a somewhat older looking man in his late fifties with brown glasses, looking a bit concerned. The soft permanent smile that Abaddon had on seemed to set the older man at ease as Abaddon simply walked over to the check out counter and took out his book. A simple book of poems this time around, it had been three years since he had been reborn, yet he still hadn't found a lack of books to read. With the library closing for the night he simply started on his way back to the forests of Karakura to make his trip back to Las Areneas less visible in the public's eye. That was his plan till the glimpse of a bar caught the corner of his eye. In all the time he had been back he hadn't drank, he really didn't see the need to do so. Yet tonight there was something drawing him towards the bar.
Without thinking he simply entered in and sat down on the brown counter top, grabbing a napkin to wipe away some of the grim from spilled drinks and dirt that had collected over the night. This place wasn't exactly very lively. Only a few folks here and there and those that were here were drinking along and in silence. He could tell by just looking at their clothing that he was well over dressed for this occasion. Still wearing his signature white gloves he had chosen to wear a black pinstripe pants and coat vest with a white shirt, opting to leave the actual suit coat at home today. The rest of the people in the bar were wearing simple shirts and pants, most of the men were wearing jeans or so he thought. He wasn't really able to tell all that well from the counter top mostly due to the lighting at the bar.
The lighting is a bit on the darker side with some soft light, enough to let those who came into the bar to order, drink and see one another, but not bright enough if someone wanted to read. Looking over at what was offered he selected the only single malt scotch they had. Most of what he had drank before had been wine and it left a sour taste in his mouth now that he was a quincy again. Looking at the glass he wondered what exactly was he doing here in this bar. There wasn't any reason for him to be drinking, yet here he was. Taking a small sip of the scotch he took one more look around at those nearby, for the most part he couldn't tell that there was anyone spiritually aware, which was good given he reeked of hollow reiatsu from living in LA. Last thing he wanted was to invoke the ire of someone else who was spiritually aware.