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Post by ✠Asmoskon Masurao✠ on Jun 26, 2020 15:24:37 GMT -5
Driving through the streets, black jacket on his back, blistering sun right overhead, for the town so full of dread. He was nearly finished paying his old home a visit throughout Karakura. It had been more than a few years now since he had first left the spiritual town within the border of Japan. Despite learning and experiencing other places in the human world that attracted spiritual activity nearly as much, Karakura was still unique. For starters here at least he didn’t run the chance of some dumbass pulling a knife or gun on him with the expectation that he’d give up his motorcycle.
They weren’t ever a real threat, just a pain in the ass annoyance that wasted his time. He grinned to himself as he pondered the thought. Despite everything he’d been through at least a small semblance of that confident young high schooler still lived inside him. Killing without justification was still something he frowned upon, never choosing to do it himself believing that such an action can only diminish the potential of the total. Now though it was time to get something to eat. So after a few more minutes he pulled into a parking garage parking his bike only a couple of blocks away from a restaurant he knew served kimchi.
The motor roared each time he pushed down on the pedal. Its loud cry tore through the city streets with a magnificent, superb purr coming down the road. Took some work to get the engine running during his days off, and a few more days when he was done with his shift. The head Mechanic gave him permission to use one of the empty storage units to hold his pet project so long as he cleaned up the mess that was made. A good unit with all the equipment that he needed in terms of raising the vehicle up to tweak some parts beneath it. Hell, even the crane was much appreciated when the time came to work on the engine, and insert it into the car. It may not be what some the folks in Karakura are use to seeing, or hearing racing down their streets, but it was surely a thing of beauty when it finally got to feel the road beneath its legs once more. Restoring a 1970s Dodge Charger was no simple feat, especially when he had to put the thing altogether on his own.
The amount of sweat, grease, and blood that he had to put in for the engine was enough to fill up a painters bucket. One whole month of restoring the machine together once all the parts were assembled, and some adjustments, Leon spent working on the heart of his car from its original scrapped husk. The car still had some issues considering that it was spinning if he attempted a small drift. He had to take another look to see whether something was loose when the level in the power steering seemed fine. The exterior of it was still partially rusted, and had a patches of its hull opened to the elements. So of course he had to put in a little more to ensure that it was presentable. Other than the few tweaks that it needed, it was still in working order to casually drive it around.
Today was a good day to do some further work on his car, considering that he was off and had nothing else to do. Bills were paid, groceries already bought for the week safely in his apartment unit, so he wanted to pick up the parts that he wanted imported back from the U.S. Not cheap to get parts like these, so he had to save up plenty to get his hands on them. Thankfully Uzaki did pay their specialists well enough to live comfortably. Although, he rarely spent his money on anything else considering that he hardly had any other interests or hobbies. The car alone took up much his free time when he wasn't spending time with his co-workers on the beach and what not. Times like these were alright, though he did wonder what the blonde haired woman was all about back on the beach. Curious.
The Bount was more roused than the usual, almost like a little kid waiting to open up their gifts on Christmas Day. "Kids huh." he repeated back to himself, his eyes peering at his own reflection in the rear view mirror. They were gone, and nothing would change that. He had to keep going because if he did not, then there would not be anything, or anyone to know that they did exist. To be forgotten was.. frightening. But he would not forget his sin. He could not change what he did to them. So he didn't. Each day he would pray, hoping that they would have come to find some manner of peace. If this Soul Society existed, a heaven, then he prayed that they were happy there.
The honking behind him brought him back to the surface of reality, reeving his engine with a monstrous roar before rushing forward. From what he could remember on his order the parts would take some time to be processed by the shop before being released to him. It wasn't any different from what they had to do back in Engineering when their materials came in. They always had to evaluate the condition of the receiving materials, checking them to see if they were brought the correct components, the right sizes, and the quantity. No mistakes were allowed to be made when reviewing the materials as it would affect their own performance, and the reputation of the company for leasing faulty equipment and goods. So, the whole process definitely took some time, and the thing was...... he was at least two hours early. His excitement got the better of him today.
Leon had some time to kill before picking up the parts, and he was a bit hungry. One of his associates explained that there was a good restaurant close by to the shops location. A small place that did some cheap stuff with their food, but still tasted amazing. Parking his car in a spot he quickly picked up on a motorcycle that sort of resembled a Harley Davison. He didn't know much about Motorcycles, but it was the closest description that he could come up with on the spot. Sporting a sleeveless black tank top with cargo pants, shaded with a short brim Twill fedora hat, and of course black sunglasses, Leon marched himself to fill in that craving he had. An intoxicating aroma almost made his feet float off the ground like in some of those oldies cartoons, he surprised himself on how much hungry he really was. But then again, his focus on his work often made him forget that he was actually hungry. Whether it was working at Uzakis, or at the new Bount Citadel, his desire of wanting to keep busy was what made his thoughts on actually eating anything nearly unprecedented.
Not this time around. Leon was already at the counter ordering his food when it came to his turn. And what was it that he ordered, some Spicy Niku Udon, making it a double size from the regular. An extra large helping of thick noodles, a spicy bonito broth, and thinly sliced shreds of beef on top with pickled spicy cabbage on the side of it. Nothing better to really clear the system than that of something spiced to get the innards flowing. It was going smoothly until he heard a situation going on outside the sliding glass door. A couple's argument, with the man being the aggressor in this case. He only made out a few details, being that his girl had little money to buy take out due to paying off both of their utility bills.
At first it appeared to be nothing more than miscalculating of what they had, but with a little more time the gestures changed between the two. The woman was accusing the man of having to spend her money to purchase some "necessities" without consulting her. After that, it did not take long before the man went in with a full swing with his palm. His so called girl didn't stand up to it, rather just remaining on the ground. Of course some good Samaritans interrupted the man from continuing by stepping in his way. Though, the Bount did not do the same. His eyes were more keen on the back of the aggressor's head, vanishing further into the black sleeks of wet hair. Someone wanting to pose as a sort of thug, dress in sporting wear with skin detailed in black ink that was visible beneath his ringed collar jersey. He turned to see Leon behind him, ranting out something in Japanese that he didn't understand. With all the spitting he was doing the man could already tell that it wasn't pleasant.
Little hoodlum wanted to be gangster, not knowing the repercussions that a life like that would do to someone or to those that he loved. The trimmed mustache and constant dead eye stare reminded of those times that Leon was much the same back then. How little that he knew about that life when he first started. Only one way to solve it considering that his behavior wouldn't cease without some use of force. Thus, rather than allowing him continue, what Leon did was simple and straight to the point. With his level of physical strength it was more like Leon was dragging a baby on a leash; little to no resistance coming from someone that was hauled by his collar. Kids were treated like kids. One moment he found himself standing up to the Bount, and the next was his legs sticking out of the dumpster in the alley beside the building. He made sure that he was stuck in their good for some time, while taking a little nap. Plus, he wasn't going to be happy to find his new Jordans missing over Leons shoulders as he marched himself back into the restaurant.
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2020 1:18:31 GMT -5 by Leon Strife