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False Pretenses (Baku-Open)
Member No.: 659
Joined: 24-September 11
Mmmmm.. How boring, today was. After a long day the hospital and even with Del-chan, everything still appeared so bland. So normal.. So.. Predicable. This post has been edited by Kaosu on Sep 24 2011, 03:14 AM
As the male exited the hospital , he walked through the busy streets of Karakura with the same bland look within his eyes. Scanning across the masses, those faces he grew to knew. Those people , those humans.. he became fascinated with. To them he was just the ordinary doctor, a man they would see somewhat often. To him, they were pieces.. Just another idle part of his life, which day by day.. Grew empty.
See, because even our doctor here who seemed to love these humans.. became more and more engrossed with something else. Something, dare he day.. supernatural? Well, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was a confused, philosophical thought of his.. That something with this town began to change, spark his interest even more. Kaosu began to wonder if many Del-chan knew more about it, he'd have to ask her later.
Today he didn't bring his car. Rather, like most of the citizens of the town, he'd take the metro yet again. Still wearing his lab coat, with a case tightly tucked within his hand he'd stare ahead and wait for it to approach. Blank faces chatting around him, just waiting for something to happen.
Even so, he loved this town. Every bland, or exciting thing about it. It didn't matter anymore. Regardless he'd find something to do. Something to appease him, take his time. Even if it was something he had to start. Looking to the opened metro doors he smiled, that classic smile - one he was never seen without, even in his darkest of hours. Approaching the doors he wold step inside, blandly standing - so content and yet, waiting for something to happen.
Yet at the same time knowing, it wouldn't.
That regardless of what he wanted.. People were just far to.. predictable for his taste. If anything were to happen, he'd surely have to start it.. himself.
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