Wanna Play? (Sahara & Shimesu / Plot)

[kyouzou]

The sound of footsteps echo throughout the town of Karakura. It is currently the evening; there are people moving about town for various reasons. The people work, play, and relax; they have no concern for anything, but the activities that occur at the present time. They are so focused on those activities, that they do not notice the red haired girl, whose feet continue to clatter against the ground.

The girl’s blood-red hair is highlighted by the evening sun and her red eyes can be compared to those of a snake. However, although her eyes resemble a snake’s, she still pulls off a look of near innocents as she walks down the street. She wears a red dress, as red as her hair and her height is about five foot. Now and then she will look into a shop window and any pedestrian would merely accuse her of browsing.

“Help!” Someone called out in the streets. “What Happened?” “How’d it happen!?” “Who did this!?" Were comments that followed the first yell. The girl looked over to their location; unfazed, she gazed at the origin of the screams where a woman was lying on the ground, covered in blood. The red-haired girl clutched the object in her hand. The next she heard, another woman had fallen over. The onlookers could not ascertain who the killer was; they could see no one.

“One more,” the girl said quietly, in a whisper, as she gripped the blade in her hand once more. In an instant, she appeared in the group of people and had severed the throats of three more of the people that gathered. Less than a second later, she was back in the spot she was before the quick movement. She looked over once more to hear the panicking cries of the people that were left alive. ‘They only yell in fear.. where’s the pain!?’ She thought to herself. She was upset that none of her targets were yelling, were screaming, were grabbing at their necks for life. Within the instant of her attacks, they would just drop dead.

“There has to be someone fun to play with!” She stated as she looked up and to her right. Focused on her thoughts, she did not notice where she had been walking. Above her was now a sign, “Tsubakidai Park?” She read with a curious look on her face. A large grin promptly began apparent, followed by a sinister look, “Parks are meant to be fun, right?” She laughed as she walked into the park. She saw numerous kids walking about the area, but before she could start upon her fun, she sensed something.. somethings nearing her location. “Looks like my fun will have to wait a moment.” As she said this, she first frowned that she had to wait, but she began to smile again as she pulled out a dagger. The dagger was normally hidden in her dress; its blade was covered by the blood of hundreds of victims, not one of which was aware how they were killed.

‘I wonder if I can play with these ones.’ She mentally asked herself. ‘Should I go easy on them? Maybe slice them in the back? I wonder if they will scream, or cry. One limb? Two limbs? Maybe all of them? They'll scream more with just one, hm.. I guess that's more fun’ She put on her most innocent looking face and continued to walk through the park. She was walking up a path that cut through the middle of the park. On her left and right sides she saw numerous humans from young, infant ages up to seniors.

[EJ]

"Ahhhhhnnnnn~..."

A yawn. Cupping one of his ebony hands over his mouth, Shimesu tilted his head back before slumping back over with his elbows on his knees, watching as countless humans strolled by. "This place is boring. Ain't it, 'Ginzu,' " he said, poking fun at his squad mate, Sahara. The meaning of the word was 'Silver Head,' in reference to her long, silver hair. His jade orbs shifted toward the girl standing in front of him as he sat on the back of one of the park benches, his feet leisurely in the seat as if that was where they belonged.

Tsubakidai Park was where he encountered that peculiar Hollow that had the ability to duplicate itself and steal momentum. It was weak, but it was special enough for Shimesu to allow it to slip through his clutches and escape. That was the only time he had some fun at this location, but now he had a partner. Soul Society was beginning to crack down on the escaped demons from Hell they described as 'Murmurs,' but the boy hadn't seen or heard of any in not one single occasion of the numerous amount of patrols he had done all over Karakura. It was foolish and a waste of time -- upping the ante on patrolling, that is. Nine out of ten Shinigami survived their shifts in the human world. Why was any of this necessary? Doubling the units wouldn't do anything but take time out of even more people's lives.

"Hey, I was reading this book with this human chick, one time, at this park, when all of a sudden a Hollow came out of nowhere and toasted her with its Cero."

Trying to create conversation with Sahara, who was entertaining herself with God knows what, he gave her the rundown of a random event that happened. It didn't exactly happen that way, but he wanted to see how she'd react. "It was funny," the effeminate boy snickered, "--but sad at the same time." He didn't mean the second half of his sentence, but possibly everyone assumed he was emotionally detached from his surroundings. Whenever something dour went down, he always had that disdainful grin on his face like he were the one behind it, making him rather uncomfortable to be around for many.

"T'was a shame, it really was..."

[Drake]

Ditto for her. Time patrolling boring and poorly spent. It was unfortunate that she had gotten stuck with it today though her mood was slightly uplifted that she could be entertained with Senpai, not that she'd ever show it. The wind took grip of the silver girls hair as she was completely lost in something.

Of nothing in fact.

Or well that's what it seemed to be. The murmurs to be exact. This evil entity that Soul Society claimed to be a major threat; yet, no one has ever seen one. They were like a myth that did nothing but raise worry and lower moral. An indecent lost cause if you asked her.

Her eyes stayed vividly attentive to to her surroundings, or as attentive as physical possible. Lost really in it, sort of like lost in a trance.

"This place is boring. Ain't it, 'Ginzu,' "

"Hmm?" She spoke out of instinct after being stripped from her far away place. "Yeah, quite." She said short and quick, her arms came up to cross over her chest while a shift in position followed. Moving her hip slightly to the left, her short rather curvaceous body did nothing to act modest whilst wearing her Shinigami attire.

"Hey, I was reading this book with this human chick, one time, at this park, when all of a sudden a Hollow came out of nowhere and toasted her with its Cero." Sahara listened as Shimesu spoke with such casualness.

She loved it.

She always loved that emotionally deprived personality her Senpai had. She never knew if it was feigned for bravado or genuine to him. Sahara envied it, a personality she feigned very good if she should say. So well that you couldn't pick out the lack of sincerity when she acted upon it. Having let him finish his story and add his remedial words in contrast yet comparison to the way he spoke, she spoke, "Hmm, it's your fault for not protecting her Senpai. I'd consider that a failed patrol." She retorted probably killing the whole mood for conversation even though she didn't mind if it dragged out just a little bit more.

[kyouzou]

((First I would like to point out that neither of your characters should know what a Murmur is. Second, Drake can you use a different color for your text then whatever shade of white you’re using, I can’t see it with the white background.))

Fumiko stopped her stride along the path in the park. She looked to her left and to her right; she spun on her left leg and turned to look behind her. She sensed targets, “It’s almost time to play.” She began to hum as she walked back along the path towards where she sensed them. The look on her face was probably joy, but it would probably scare the life out of anyone who saw it.

After a moment’s walk, she had gotten into visual distance of the two that she had been sensing. One of them had blondish hair, though she was not sure whether it was a man or woman. “She.. he looks really boring.” She said out loud as she quickly gazed at the two. She then turned a bit to see the other person, woman. She had long silver hair and seemed taller then she herself was. It was then that the red-headed Murmur saw the woman’s curves. She looked down at her own chest, to see her small frame. “She gets to die first!” She said intent on killing the woman for the obvious difference in their maturity.

Suddenly screams could be heard in the park. Faster than the two Shinigami could see, the murmur had slashed off the arms of two children. The nearby people began to panic as the blood squirted from their wounds. No one knew how it happened, one man went into a mental break down, “It’s happening here too!!?” He yelled, referencing the attack over on the road to the park. Fumiko returned to a far distance from the Shinigami, to see how they respond to her attack.

She kept her eyes on the silver-haired woman, her first target. In her mind she formulated many ideas on how she would kill the two, ‘Maybe I should stab her a couple times.. or or! I could slice off each limb; maybe I can cut her up till she’s as flat as a board!’ As she had these thoughts, her gaze kept the innocent stare that she was so perfected in performing. “Just a little longer.. and I can play!”

[EJ]

The boy smirked at Sahara's response. He often wondered why she always tried to act tough, like she was all about her business and nothing more. It was interesting listening to her retorts, however. Yet short and vague, they never discouraged Shimesu's efforts in opening her up. He knew it was just a front, a mental barrier she tried to put between herself and the rest of the world, and that's what made it all the more fun to pick at.

"Ho ho, but that's where you're wrong," he disagreed, gently resting his chin on the back of his right hand, the three gold bracelets clinking together, creating noise as they slid down his forearm. "You see, it's the enemy's plan to distract you by attacking who they think you'd risk your life to protect," the boy continued, his luminous jade orbs peering into Sahara's glazed silver. "Why worry so much about saving the human when I can wait for its Plus and guide it to Soul Society after taking care of the Hollow? If that woman were meant to continue living as a human, a miracle would've happened, stopping the Cero from killing her, no? You have to let the balance be, sometimes. You can't save them all."

In other words, don't try and break your neck to accomplish something or it'll get snapped. A little piece of wisdom the androgynous boy tried to instill into the silver-haired Shinigami. Becoming a 'Senpai' was really getting to his head. Since when did Kagurazaka become 'wise?' His advice was probably easier said than done unless the one listening went through similar occurrences as him. He lived by an independent code since the start of his new life as a Shinigami, and knew not everyone was capable of such a feat.

A few moments after his speech, screams shattered the peaceful air, accompanied by panicking civilians.

"It's happening here too!!?" A man bawled.

"You hear that?" The impassive boy asked, turning in the direction of the commotion, his contemptuous grin playing on his lips. "What shall we do," he posed in his commonly used carefree tone, awaiting Sahara's decision. Judging by the reactions from the crowd, someone or something was committing a series of crimes. Turning back toward the young girl, Shimesu looked for where her head was at regarding what he had just told her. He often entered the scene at his own gentle pace, so he had all day. She already knew what he felt about human deaths. How did she feel?