1 Deja Vu [NK/INVITE ONLY] Sat Mar 31, 2018 8:21 am
:Tatsuya
D-rank
The sun shone its bright light as the morning hours began to tick. Tatsuya's favorite time of the day. He would get up and sit at the edge of the bed. He would then get up and go to the bathroom in his luxury apartment. It wasn't easy to secure this apartment but not an impossible task for Tatsuya. For the first time in a while he didn't want to go train, but simply enjoy a book or two. He looked at the mirror and went for a hot shower. The young man was quite careful about cleanliness as it was important to him, a daily shower was an important routine in his life. He would carefully wash his body, scars he never remembers were very visible. With the tips of his fingers he traced those scars, they were pulsing as though a fresh wound whenever he felt them, but they never resonated with him beyond that. The scars he had never brought about any memory he had lost yet still he could feel them pulsing. He would get out of the bath, dry his body with a tower, wrap it around his waist and leave the bathroom. He picked up his undershirt, vest, belt, and pants. After wearing his clothes he would exit his apartment, lock the door and leave with his umbrella in hand.
He would open his umbrella as rain washed the city. Tatsuya would pace his steps to his favorite place. He didn’t forget his two books either, so for Tatsuya today would be an enjoyable day. He eventually reached his favorite place, and it was a simple coffee shop in the middle of the city. A place that has become dear to him despite a lingering feeling of estrangement when he looks at the faces of everyone around him. He felt like a stranger in a place he did not belong. He wanted to find that place which he could feel as though he truly belongs. He entered the coffee shop, but before he began reading his books he had other things waiting for him. Files he needs to go over and a dozen of documents that needed sorting.
He ordered his favorite cup of coffee using the Guatemalan SHB. SHB stands for strictly hard bean, and it is a category or grade given to coffee grown at high altitudes of four thousand and five hundred feet above sea level. Due to growth in such an environment, the coffee has a citrus-like acidity coupled with a fruity, chocolate flavor. As a hot cup of coffee was delivered to his table the young man would take a sip as he enjoyed his coffee’s sent filling up his nose. He would begin working on the files and documents he was given and take sips every now and then.
Time would pass and the young man had finished all of the paperwork he had, sorted out all the documents, and revised all papers, by then the young man would enjoy a second cup as it was delivered to his table. He would begin his reading not listening to the world around him nor worrying about it. He always felt lost and a stranger to everyone and everything around him, but when he dived into the tales within his books, he was liberated.
He would open his umbrella as rain washed the city. Tatsuya would pace his steps to his favorite place. He didn’t forget his two books either, so for Tatsuya today would be an enjoyable day. He eventually reached his favorite place, and it was a simple coffee shop in the middle of the city. A place that has become dear to him despite a lingering feeling of estrangement when he looks at the faces of everyone around him. He felt like a stranger in a place he did not belong. He wanted to find that place which he could feel as though he truly belongs. He entered the coffee shop, but before he began reading his books he had other things waiting for him. Files he needs to go over and a dozen of documents that needed sorting.
He ordered his favorite cup of coffee using the Guatemalan SHB. SHB stands for strictly hard bean, and it is a category or grade given to coffee grown at high altitudes of four thousand and five hundred feet above sea level. Due to growth in such an environment, the coffee has a citrus-like acidity coupled with a fruity, chocolate flavor. As a hot cup of coffee was delivered to his table the young man would take a sip as he enjoyed his coffee’s sent filling up his nose. He would begin working on the files and documents he was given and take sips every now and then.
Time would pass and the young man had finished all of the paperwork he had, sorted out all the documents, and revised all papers, by then the young man would enjoy a second cup as it was delivered to his table. He would begin his reading not listening to the world around him nor worrying about it. He always felt lost and a stranger to everyone and everything around him, but when he dived into the tales within his books, he was liberated.