Of Food Trucks and Bank Robbers (Kitai and Keira)

[Kiera Bright]

I don't know how Kitai talked me into this. That was the only thing running through Keira's mind, as she drove the wildly, obese, whale of a truck through the streets of Karakura Town. Keira wore her "uniform" looking none too happy about it. It was something that would be seen in any fast food establishment. A plain white shirt with the truck logo on it reading "Meat on a Stick" in front of a ham with a stick through it. The pink haired Failure was not sure why on earth that Kitai needed money for, but apparently he needed to rob a bank in order to get the amount he needed quickly. Ok she got that. What she didn't get, was why the hell she was driving a food truck as a get away vehicle. None of this was piratical in the least, but he insisted. Something about him just made her want to say "sure" to whatever he suggest just to see what happens. 

She parked the truck near a busy bank in a downtown square several hours from Karakura. She positioned it near a corner to an intersection, across the street from it. She took a deep breath. She never had to work any kind of retail or fast food her entire life. Her scientific outlook allowed her to skip such jobs, and work for labs right from the start. She was not sure exactly what kind people she would have to deal with, but she had heard horror stories of entitled women screeching like harpies for employees termination, and people that couldn't be pleased no matter how correct their order came out to. It was those things that Keira dreaded dealing with. She had no patience for stupid at the best of times, but she also couldn't just throw them into a wall and be done with it.

She looked back with a scowl. "You better not be eating my merchandise. Her icy warning would have frozen anyone solid. She looked at the hell....thing that sat in the back of her truck. Kitai leaned against one of the few spots on the wall of the truck bare of equipment or boxes of supplies. "Do I need to remind you that those boxes are your time limit?" She said taking off her seat belt and walking back to him with her slender arms crossed. Her bright pink eyes held no amusement for this situation. Beside her head, hung a small white hat that apparently "completed" the uniform. She started to get ready not really listening to whatever he said to her.

"Just remember what you came to do." She would finally say starting to set up. She filled the firers with oil, and warmed up the grill. She pushed him out of the way of a box of chicken, and started to take some of it out. "You don't have long to rob that bank and get out, before who knows who storms in after you." She warned him. "Get what you can, get out, and we leave." She looked over at him with a smirk. "I don't think even you can fuck up this simple a plan." As much as he was a challenge to fight, even for her, she couldn't help but tease the rather impulsive hell spawn. "Do you remember the layout I showed you earlier?" She asked leaning against the closed window.

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai put down the mutton leg he had almost taken a bite out of, having been caught red handed by Keira. He grumbled, pouting like a child, before adopting a more serious expression. "Yeah yeah, I remember. And never underestimate my capacity for being Chaotic Stupid. It's the only thing that keeps me going lately." He laughed, before walking out of the back of the truck. He had to hand it to the Failure, when she wanted something done, it got done. When he suggested the plan to her, it took less than a day to acquire the truck and meat products to do so, though, he had to admit, a lot of the 'meat products', looked a little too much like leftover body parts from failed experiments for his liking. Maybe she had more than a little madness to her than she liked to let on.

As he stepped onto the streets of... wherever Keira had brought him, he couldn't help but notice that the people here were... very strange. Many of the people walking the sidewalks were oddly proportioned, with unusual skin colors, varying from sickly yellow, to lime green. He cringed as one of the people with large bulbous eyes turned in his direction, and just... smiled. A really, incredibly creepy smile. This went on for a good thirty seconds, and not once did the person blink. They started walking towards him, and Kitai decided he didn't want to deal with this level of crazy before a mission.

He ran across the street, almost getting his by several cars, not only in his desperate escape from the weirdo, but in order to reach his primary target. Keira had decided that his location was the perfect location for something like a bank robbery. Little to no shinigami in the area, and the bank was pretty loaded in terms of cash. He looked up at the building he'd be 'withdrawing' from. It was tall, with a long staircase leading towards the front doors. A deterrent for exactly what he was planning on doing. It was a strange bone white color, and was leaning to the side? He blinked, trying to understand just how this thing was still standing.

He shook his head to refocus. He needed to be focused on this one. He started his way up the needlessly long flight of stairs, when he heard the sound of crashing cars behind him. He turned to see what happened, and felt his skin pale a bit. The person was on his side of the road now, and had caused several cars to crash into one another. The person was just staring at him. It was just standing there menacingly. He shouldn't be afraid of the person, but the person gave off a sense of dread better than most Akki he'd met. So, he did the only thing a rational person would do, and ran up the stairs as fast he could.

Out of Hell posts: 15 1/3

[Kiera Bright]

Her smirk faded into a neutral face of apathy upon his comment. No, she would not underestimate his stupidity. She made sure to account of it the best she could, but she didn't have future vision, or any ability of the sort...yet, so not even she could possibly be prepared for every possibility of stupidity that Kitai was liable to cause. She always had escape plan B though. Shut everything down, and drive off without him. Might sour their relationship, or he would find it humorous, it was impossible to read that guy. No matter. She watched him leave giving him one final reminder. "In and out!" Before he shut the doors. Well he was no longer her responsibility now.

Numerous honking car horns told her that he at least made it to the other side of the street. She rubbed her eyes taking a deep breath to prepare for her own supply of stupid that she would have to deal with. She jumped when she heard the sounds of crunching metal, squealing tires, and screams of pain, fear, and rage. She poked her head out of the driver's side window to see what happened. Apparently that series of accidents was not caused by Kitai, surprisingly. Everything was too intact for that to have been the case. She just saw him run up the stairs in a dead sprint. She took another deep breath. She had to find better friends. 

She finished all her prep work and opened the side of the van. It was at this point that she saw what Kitai had seen. The side walk was busy with pedestrians, but something was off about them. Hardly anything about them looked right. Skin tones were all over the place body proportions were screwed up, but most commonly of all, everyone had a filthy disposition. She never heard of this city before. It was odd. She made sure to note any cities around Karakura town, but this one seemed to always slip her attention. She would need to check her gps systems and update her information once she gets back to the lab. All that aside, her food truck was open for business, and soon had her first customer. 

She didn't even try to appear retail friendly. She kept her neutral, apathetic stare at the first person that walked up. Apparently her expression didn't have an effect on this guy. He didn't even hesitate to order a bucket of chicken. It didn't take long for her to get the man's order ready and take the payment. If this was any indication, she would at least make some good money on sales. On top of whatever Kitai manages to steal. The man nodded giving her a gruff thanks. He then hurried off mentioning something about an online game he was late for. Several other customers come and go ordering a variety of items off of her menu.  

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai couldn't help but feel like someway, somehow, Hell had claimed this land for itself. He couldn't feel its corruption in the air, but it had to be here. These were his thoughts as he gazed upon the room before him. Two lines of people were leading to a counter, with a glass divider between the people holding checks and bank notes tightly in their hands, and two fat and hideous creatures pulling money from someplace he couldn't yet see at the moment. The were all standing atop an ugly brown carpet, with several large stains that were a darker shade of black, with hints of red to it.

There were security guards against the walls off to the side. They were wearing your standard white shirt, with a bullet-proof vest over-top it. Everything about them seemed to be dyed with a subtle shade of sickly green, which had Kitai questioning his vision. He got into the line on the right side. It seemed to be moving at a decent speed, so he saw no need to rush. Just as he thought this, the doors burst open behind him. He whipped around, only to see it was that... thing. Kitai felt his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, silently praying it would go away.

It didn't. Instead of getting into Kitai's line, it too the line on the left, staring directly at the thoroughly frightened Lunatic. It's head was looking right at him, no matter how the lines moved. After five minutes, when they were roughly both halfway to the counter, the thing tried to take a step towards Kitai. The sounds of guns being cocked filled the air, as all the guards pulled their weapons, training them on the creature. They all looked ready and eager to fill the man full of led. "NO CUTTING IN LINE!!!!!" One guard screeched, getting all the others to do the same. None of the other bank-goers even batted an eye.

Slowly, never taking his eyes off of Kitai, the thing retracted his leg, returning it to where it had been before. All at once, the guards returned to their previous positions, as if nothing ever happened. Kitai could only stare with his mouth agape. Kitai knew he was insane, but this place was having him questioning what little sanity he had left. Was he back in Hell without realizing it? Was this real? Was this his life now? Frightened by what may or may not a 'normal' human? Was it a demon that got off on screwing with random people? Because that was his thing darn it!

Eventually, Kitai got to the front of the line, to the toad-like face of the person on the other side of the glass. They didn't say a word, but gave him a half-lidded stare, expecting him to get on with it as ask whatever he was going to ask. So he did. "Hi, yes, give me all your money." He demanded, giving her his best intimidating smile, letting his spiritual pressure leak out a bit. The person didn't respond for a minute, making Kitai wonder where and when he'd lost his edge at intimidation, when the toad reached under the counter, and pulled out a gigantic stack of bills. not for the first time, his eyes widened, as a few dozen pounds of cash was spat into his face, knocking him to the floor.

He wanted to question it, he really, truly did, but couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. He pulled out a burlap sack, and scooped all of the fallen cash into it. He slung it over his shoulder, looked around, and started back towards the entrance at a hurried pace. As he was about to exit, he heard familiar screaming. "Hey, he's got a sack!" The guard from earlier said. Metal shutters slammed down, blocking his exit. Kitai groaned in frustration, as he heard guns. "DROP THE SACK! THE SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" His voice could crack glass, as Kitai felt blood drip from his ears. "Oh fuck this." He said, as his chains dropped from his sleeve.

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Keira would probably have had time for a good few customers by this point, before she heard something she probably was expecting. Screeching of metal grinding against metal was heard, as metal shutters flew well over the truck. A truely obscene amount of gunshots could be heard, as the back of the van swung open. "WE NEED TO GO! NOW!" He yelled, as four guards stood at the mouth of the bank, all wielding various military-grade firearms, all aimed in their direction. Kitai's chains were whipping all over the place, swatting bullets and the occasional missile out of the air. "FUCKING NOW!

Out of Hell posts: 15 2/3

[Kiera Bright]

It wasn't long before a steady stream of customers were lining up to order. She had greatly underestimated the gluttony of the civilians here, and was quickly running out of stock. The first thing to go was the fried steaks. There was little surprise there, but even by then she was half way into the other popular items. Chicken, ham, roast beef, all of it was practically flying out of her truck faster than she could really keep track off. No ordinary person would have been able to keep this kind of pace, but luckily for her, she was no ordinary person. She had her reiatsu arms frying, sticking, wrapping, and delivering all the goods while she stood at the window getting more orders. 

The only other strange thing was the more and more odd looking people that she came across. Men and woman of, literally, all colors and shapes appeared to order. The children, though oddly proportioned, were sadly the best the city had to offer, and that wasn't saying much. the adult were just covered in their own filth from what Keira can see, and very much smell. Did this city just bath in grease? She could see evidence of past meals on most people's clothing, and she had to resist cleansing them with the heat of her kido, but even with all that, that still didn't top the weirdest thing that she saw. Hell the most normal thing was a small girl and her brother approaching. The boy raved on and on about aliens, and some other boy named Tim, she just ordered a ham looking as annoyed as Keira was.

Then a green...kid, and his dog walked up. The boy talked, well shouted, in a shrilly high pitched voice complaining to the dog as to why they had stopped at the food truck instead of proceeding to the bank. Keira knew something was up. The pet walked on two legs and spoke with a metallic over tone. It ordered, the freaking dog ordered, some chicken, but she was out. Instead of just saying they were out, Keira made sure to really fry up the reserves of her supplies. They were various limbs she needed to clean out from her experiments. The least these people knew the better, or she would think that if they seemed to care at all. She fried them up and gave them to the small dog, who thanked her. The boy needed to be removed. His constant yelling pierced her sensitive ears. She used one of her hands to grip his head and toss him away. Far far away. 

Keira was starting to close things up when the ruckus that she had been expecting started up. The screeching of metal torn asunder just caused an irritated sigh from her lips, as she closed the ordering window and started the engine. Kitai opened the back and flopped in shouting for her to go. She didn't question it just yet, as they were fired upon by the guards. What king of security did this place hire to get rocket launchers!? "What did you do?" She shouted over the sounds of gunfire and screeching tires. It was mostly rhetorical at this point. They managed to get out of the city with minimal damage to the truck. She needed to use her hands to swat away some swat cars, but that was done as easily as swatting flies. 

Then the strangest thing of all happen. As if all the strangeness had culminated into a concentrated cavalcade of confusion. A dark dome had surrounded the city completely obscuring it from view. Before Keira could even as, what the fuck, the city was gone like it never existed. All was silent. Only the rumbling engine and the breathing of the two occupants could be heard. She wasn't sure if the money was worth it anymore. She didn't even look at Kitai. "We shut up, we keep driving, and never speak of this again." She said in a quiet, almost shaky tone. All this was too much, even for her. She had no idea how her partner was holding up, but at least they got something from this. 

[Col Arana]

24 paragraphs, 24x300 equals a total of 7200 Ryo awarded to both Kitai and Keira!