Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2021 4:41:22 GMT -5
Wandering around Karakura Town late at night seemed to become quite the habit for the young Shinigami. She'd grown to enjoy the streetlights, the quiet sounds of vehicles every few minutes, and the deep black sky perfectly contradicting with the lights of the office buildings to create an almost poetic view. Taking a deep breath, Camila began to ponder over everything that had happened as of late. She still found it somewhat hard to believe that her entire world had effectively fallen apart over the last few months, but she was absolutely making the most of it. She was pressing on through it all like she wasn't going to let it trouble her.
In truth, she wasn't going to let anything trouble her if she could help it. Things had happened. Fights had broken out. Hell, she'd been nearly put to death by her Ex-Captain. And, in spite of all of that, in spite of all of them, she was living her best life. Karakura had its fair share of benefits to living there; for one, rent was astoundingly cheap, considering Hollow attacks were practically a daily occurrence at this point; the town was perhaps one of the largest spiritual hotspots in the world, and thankfully she was enjoying every moment of it. Very little was going to change that; something about watching Shinigami risk their lives only to be cut down by not only Hollows but herself when she felt up to it brought her constant contentment.
Making her way to a public bench, Camila simply sat herself down and began to watch the very miniscule amounts of traffic that had been circulating around this late at night. It wasn't anything special; taxis, people spending their nights on the road, and perhaps someone heading home from a bar or something every now and then from the way that they drove. She couldn't help but be interested in that fact; becoming a Shinigami had only gone on to give her quite the perspective on the world around her. To say that she had found it interesting that people were so readily deciding to risk their lives with even menial tasks was rather astounding. The girl found it hard to believe that she used to live like that.
Shaking her head, she wasn't going to let herself hit any depressing topics for the time being. She needed to think a bit more positive from now on, sulking like she was doing was only going to grow to hurt her more than help her in the end, and she wasn't about to deal with that. If positivity was going to aid her in getting out of the Human World and into a better place, then so be it. She'd do anything she possibly needed to in order to get out of this world and into a better place. She'd be able to do it in time, but how soon would that time come? She had no idea. Unfortunately for the girl, though, controlling her Reiatsu was something she was far from being good at doing, and continued to unintentionally exude a very hollow-like reiatsu signature as she continued her night.
In truth, she wasn't going to let anything trouble her if she could help it. Things had happened. Fights had broken out. Hell, she'd been nearly put to death by her Ex-Captain. And, in spite of all of that, in spite of all of them, she was living her best life. Karakura had its fair share of benefits to living there; for one, rent was astoundingly cheap, considering Hollow attacks were practically a daily occurrence at this point; the town was perhaps one of the largest spiritual hotspots in the world, and thankfully she was enjoying every moment of it. Very little was going to change that; something about watching Shinigami risk their lives only to be cut down by not only Hollows but herself when she felt up to it brought her constant contentment.
Making her way to a public bench, Camila simply sat herself down and began to watch the very miniscule amounts of traffic that had been circulating around this late at night. It wasn't anything special; taxis, people spending their nights on the road, and perhaps someone heading home from a bar or something every now and then from the way that they drove. She couldn't help but be interested in that fact; becoming a Shinigami had only gone on to give her quite the perspective on the world around her. To say that she had found it interesting that people were so readily deciding to risk their lives with even menial tasks was rather astounding. The girl found it hard to believe that she used to live like that.
Shaking her head, she wasn't going to let herself hit any depressing topics for the time being. She needed to think a bit more positive from now on, sulking like she was doing was only going to grow to hurt her more than help her in the end, and she wasn't about to deal with that. If positivity was going to aid her in getting out of the Human World and into a better place, then so be it. She'd do anything she possibly needed to in order to get out of this world and into a better place. She'd be able to do it in time, but how soon would that time come? She had no idea. Unfortunately for the girl, though, controlling her Reiatsu was something she was far from being good at doing, and continued to unintentionally exude a very hollow-like reiatsu signature as she continued her night.