Post by ZR0 C00L on Jan 29, 2008 18:28:33 GMT -4
The first rays of sunlight peaked out over the horizon, illuminating for the morning all that the night had hidden in its absence. The town still slept, the various shops and restaurants were closed. The roads were barren, for the most part; Karakura was a ghost town and would remain as such, at least for another hour or so. But there was one who defied the sovereignty of silence. One who dared to speed through the empty roads. The high pitched scream of his engine echoing off the buildings of his surroundings as the motorcycle he straddled raced forward. The world around the rider seemed almost a blur as the young man switched into his sixth and final gear, the digital speedometer reading paralleling the oncoming road as it quickly rose from 210km/h to 270km/h and climbing. A slight smirk went unnoticed under the black helmet he wore, a red A with a red circle around it emblazoned the back right side of it.
Earlier that morning, Daijiro Kato had woken up at three am. Still in the brotherhoods training grounds where he had spent the last two days in solitude. Deciding that he wanted to try something different and more challenging than the HQ had to offer rather than push himself into passing out from exhaustion by his lonesome for the millionth time. The young Quincy made his way to the cafeteria and made himself a quick breakfast before heading to his quarters and prepping his gear. Making sure to pack and/or holster his weapons. Knowing today he would need extra, considering what he had in mind. Daijiro took along extra silver tubes which he placed in a knapsack and put the bag in the rear compartment of his R-1 that Yamaha dared call a trunk, nevertheless it wasn’t trunk space that lead him to purchase the bike. The fact that it reached 300km/h at 18,000 rpm in almost the blink of an eye is what had the boy sold. Closing the “trunk” and pulling his helmet down, he waited as the engine purred finding its idling state and with a flick of his wrist he was off.
Slowing his pace as he reached a more residential district of town, Daijiro began searching for a suitable spot to begin. It wasn’t long before he found what he was looking for. Sheltered by the many apartment buildings surrounding it was a park. The black and red glove holding the throttle pulled back and with a banshee like wail the archer raced toward it. The front wheel lifting off the ground as he increased his speed once again, Daijiro reflected on the beautiful morning it was shaping out to be before allowing it to return to the ground. Leaving his bike in the nearby parking lot off but with the key still in it and his helmet resting on the seat, Daijiro walked into the fair-sized park. The park itself was nothing special, circle in shape with a standard swing/slide/monkey bar playground for the children of the area in its center. The boy walked casually to the playground and looked about. Seeing that the area was clear of civilians, Daijiro fished in his shirt pocket and pulled out something he held in a closed fist of his gloved hand.
Guess it’s now or never. This place won’t stay empty for long. He thought to himself.
Inhaling deeply, Daijiro opened his hand revealing a disk shaped pendant. Taking a long look at it, the boy decided that doing this was worth the risk and he would only be reprimanded by the brotherhood if they found out. Besides, it wasn’t like he was endangering anyone but himself. No one was around, and even if they were he would have no trouble defending them, or so he thought anyhow. Holding his arm to the heavens, Daijiro shattered the pendant and prepared for what was to come. He knew using hollow bait was prohibited and very rare to come by. But finding it years ago among his uncles things, Daijiro had waited for this day. He wasn’t so foolish that he would attempt such a thing at the time, no he waited and trained extremely hard preparing himself so that there’d be no chance of collateral damage in this case meaning human life, he was sure the city was gonna have a hefty bill to foot after this one.
Earlier that morning, Daijiro Kato had woken up at three am. Still in the brotherhoods training grounds where he had spent the last two days in solitude. Deciding that he wanted to try something different and more challenging than the HQ had to offer rather than push himself into passing out from exhaustion by his lonesome for the millionth time. The young Quincy made his way to the cafeteria and made himself a quick breakfast before heading to his quarters and prepping his gear. Making sure to pack and/or holster his weapons. Knowing today he would need extra, considering what he had in mind. Daijiro took along extra silver tubes which he placed in a knapsack and put the bag in the rear compartment of his R-1 that Yamaha dared call a trunk, nevertheless it wasn’t trunk space that lead him to purchase the bike. The fact that it reached 300km/h at 18,000 rpm in almost the blink of an eye is what had the boy sold. Closing the “trunk” and pulling his helmet down, he waited as the engine purred finding its idling state and with a flick of his wrist he was off.
Slowing his pace as he reached a more residential district of town, Daijiro began searching for a suitable spot to begin. It wasn’t long before he found what he was looking for. Sheltered by the many apartment buildings surrounding it was a park. The black and red glove holding the throttle pulled back and with a banshee like wail the archer raced toward it. The front wheel lifting off the ground as he increased his speed once again, Daijiro reflected on the beautiful morning it was shaping out to be before allowing it to return to the ground. Leaving his bike in the nearby parking lot off but with the key still in it and his helmet resting on the seat, Daijiro walked into the fair-sized park. The park itself was nothing special, circle in shape with a standard swing/slide/monkey bar playground for the children of the area in its center. The boy walked casually to the playground and looked about. Seeing that the area was clear of civilians, Daijiro fished in his shirt pocket and pulled out something he held in a closed fist of his gloved hand.
Guess it’s now or never. This place won’t stay empty for long. He thought to himself.
Inhaling deeply, Daijiro opened his hand revealing a disk shaped pendant. Taking a long look at it, the boy decided that doing this was worth the risk and he would only be reprimanded by the brotherhood if they found out. Besides, it wasn’t like he was endangering anyone but himself. No one was around, and even if they were he would have no trouble defending them, or so he thought anyhow. Holding his arm to the heavens, Daijiro shattered the pendant and prepared for what was to come. He knew using hollow bait was prohibited and very rare to come by. But finding it years ago among his uncles things, Daijiro had waited for this day. He wasn’t so foolish that he would attempt such a thing at the time, no he waited and trained extremely hard preparing himself so that there’d be no chance of collateral damage in this case meaning human life, he was sure the city was gonna have a hefty bill to foot after this one.