Post by Masa Kumasaka on Dec 25, 2014 0:02:10 GMT -5
The desert of this lost place becomes cool and very breezy. It feels so wonderful for those who've adapted to this place. The moon shines bright as usual and Masa simply lays there in the sands feeling the moon's ray beam on his bare skin. He seems to be napping but when the breeze blows onto his nose, it makes his eyes come open very slowly. It was like an angel was rubbing his nose to wake up. "What the hell...? Why do you wake me up when I'm resting myself? Can't you freakin' see that I'm resting?!" The windy breeze seems to lower itself, Masa simply sighs from the as he lays there in the sands of this beautiful desert. He unzips his vest slowly to reach his hand in to pull out something... He pulls his pack of soul cigarettes and opens it to find he only has one cigarette left. "Well, fuck... Looks like I'm out again," he slowly groans. He would then insert the cigarette into his lips and pulls out his zippo from his pocket. He slides the empty pack into his vest and zips his vest up. He flicks his lighter a couple of times, letting off a blue flame. The cigarette begins to burn at the tip as he lights it up.
He shuts the zippo and slides it away into his skirt's only pocket. Masa breathes the tar and holds this in for a moment... He releases it into the air, watching the smoke slowly fad with nature. He slowly gets himself up and wipes the sand off of himself before beginning to walk towards the open desert. He feels like looking for the arrancar he's heard so much of that's a fighter and one that never rests. He pities her because he knows that if one doesn't rest, they can get grouchy. He looks carefully around the deserts as he walks forward. He's known this has always been a spot for this arrancar to be at, but where is she?
He continues his search carefully, hoping to find this warrior arrancar...
He shuts the zippo and slides it away into his skirt's only pocket. Masa breathes the tar and holds this in for a moment... He releases it into the air, watching the smoke slowly fad with nature. He slowly gets himself up and wipes the sand off of himself before beginning to walk towards the open desert. He feels like looking for the arrancar he's heard so much of that's a fighter and one that never rests. He pities her because he knows that if one doesn't rest, they can get grouchy. He looks carefully around the deserts as he walks forward. He's known this has always been a spot for this arrancar to be at, but where is she?
He continues his search carefully, hoping to find this warrior arrancar...