1 Empty Halls [Private/No kill] Sun May 11, 2014 4:18 pm
Kyohei
D-rank
The sound of ice hitting the bottom of a glass echoed through the open, spacious apartment. Kyohei poured himself a glass of water as the sun went down, waiting for his visitor with news of their predicament. Slowly he swirled the transparent liquid around, allowing the cubes of ice to clank against the sides. That was the only sound that could be heard in the apartment, Kyohei not keeping much as far as background noise in his apartment. The apartment was large, luxurious and open, a high ceiling warehouse style apartment that was likely beyond the price range of a normal chunnin. He had only attained this apartment through a relationship with a certain loan shark within the village that he did some enforcer work for back in his younger days.
It was surely a desirable location, but it was not what one would consider homely. Kyohei did not spend a great deal of time in his apartment, and due to his terrible sleeping habits made very little use of his bed. The walls of his apartment were bare. There were no decorations beyond a few mirrors scattered about and no pictures. The air was cold and scentless, and the cabinets were bare. The refrigerator held nearly no food, but instead was stocked with various drinks. The black leather furniture was the same that the apartment had come furnished with and had seen little wear since he had moved in. If one didn’t know any better they would think that the apartment was uninhabited and merely maintained as a display. Kyohei did not keep pictures of himself, nor his family, not that he associated with what was left of them to begin with. The apartment was more of a hotel room that he occasionally laid his head than a home. In a way one could say the atmosphere was rather fitting for Kyohei. His living quarters were as empty and chilling as he had become.
Kyohei was dressed in a matter typical of him when off-duty as he waited for Risu to arrive. A white dress shirt, untucked with the top two buttons undone, sat upon his chest, sleeves rolled up to his upper forearm. On his right wrist he wore a bracelet or red tiger’s eye beads and on his left a black leather, braided bracelet, made visible by his rolled up sleeves. Black pants and boots completed the rather basic outfit, not that Kyohei ever made an effort to wear particularly flashy clothes. While a relatively commonplace style for him, he doubted Risu had ever seen him without combat equipment on, give that they only know each other through missions. Unless of course she had looked further into his life, which her clan origins made a real possibility, but he preferred to think she had behaved otherwise. Shaking such trivial thoughts from his mind he would refocus on the issue at hand. Had that letter been authentic, there was a very real possibility that he would be getting a visit from some uninvited guests in the near future. Leaning himself back against his marble countertop he pondered his options. Leaving this apartment behind was nothing to him. He had no home, nor emotional ties to this place. There were very few, if any, places however, that he could go to be out of reach of Orochi Enaka, at least not within the village walls. “Not that big of a deal, I guess,” he mused to himself, “I suppose my departure from this village was bound to happen sooner or later. I just didn’t expect the messenger to be someone like Risu. She’s not the exactly the muscle-bound thug type that I’m used to having deliver threats on my life.”
628~
It was surely a desirable location, but it was not what one would consider homely. Kyohei did not spend a great deal of time in his apartment, and due to his terrible sleeping habits made very little use of his bed. The walls of his apartment were bare. There were no decorations beyond a few mirrors scattered about and no pictures. The air was cold and scentless, and the cabinets were bare. The refrigerator held nearly no food, but instead was stocked with various drinks. The black leather furniture was the same that the apartment had come furnished with and had seen little wear since he had moved in. If one didn’t know any better they would think that the apartment was uninhabited and merely maintained as a display. Kyohei did not keep pictures of himself, nor his family, not that he associated with what was left of them to begin with. The apartment was more of a hotel room that he occasionally laid his head than a home. In a way one could say the atmosphere was rather fitting for Kyohei. His living quarters were as empty and chilling as he had become.
Kyohei was dressed in a matter typical of him when off-duty as he waited for Risu to arrive. A white dress shirt, untucked with the top two buttons undone, sat upon his chest, sleeves rolled up to his upper forearm. On his right wrist he wore a bracelet or red tiger’s eye beads and on his left a black leather, braided bracelet, made visible by his rolled up sleeves. Black pants and boots completed the rather basic outfit, not that Kyohei ever made an effort to wear particularly flashy clothes. While a relatively commonplace style for him, he doubted Risu had ever seen him without combat equipment on, give that they only know each other through missions. Unless of course she had looked further into his life, which her clan origins made a real possibility, but he preferred to think she had behaved otherwise. Shaking such trivial thoughts from his mind he would refocus on the issue at hand. Had that letter been authentic, there was a very real possibility that he would be getting a visit from some uninvited guests in the near future. Leaning himself back against his marble countertop he pondered his options. Leaving this apartment behind was nothing to him. He had no home, nor emotional ties to this place. There were very few, if any, places however, that he could go to be out of reach of Orochi Enaka, at least not within the village walls. “Not that big of a deal, I guess,” he mused to himself, “I suppose my departure from this village was bound to happen sooner or later. I just didn’t expect the messenger to be someone like Risu. She’s not the exactly the muscle-bound thug type that I’m used to having deliver threats on my life.”
628~