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The Beginning Of The Light [OPEN]
Thu Jun 19, 2014 4:37 am
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Sound of snoring within one of the patient rooms, with a cold air of the air conditioner when there was a figure relaxing on a soft white bed with a pillow beneath his head. A clock was visibly seen onto a cabinet of the room, specifically for the patients to place their things onto it for convenience, round-shaped with green outlines, taking its time to tick each second with a battery powering it from behind of the clock itself for its gear to spin and run its workings to count the time for him. It was early in the morning when the sun rose from its deepest slumbers of the night, rising from the mountains in the distance before its light pierced the darkness across the city, and not to mention, its light shone right through the windows of the patient in the certain room of a being. Ticking its last second, the alarm went off and rang through his ears, opened his eyes in a shock of that moment before stopping the clock's alarm with a light slam onto the head of the clock itself.
Groaning behind the door of the patient, his figure was obvious with bandages that wrapped around his head, across his right arm and around his chest area. The figure of the young man had bright crimson hair, and reaching right about the neck-length, it was a trait of his aggressiveness, without any hint of whiteness on every strand of his hair, no process nor any signs of aging that occurs naturally on humans, it doesn't seem to apply to the young man. His eyes that glanced throughout the room with his newly-awoken eyes from his slumbers throughout the entire night was blood red in its color, having your soul pierced by an invisible spear when the weak-willed makes a direct eye contact with the human, eyes of a monster, a demon from the underworld that one cannot explain whether he was a mortal human or not, building questions about his existence. His build was average, as tall as a normal japanese male, he stands around 6 feet tall if judged his height wihout the need to stand and measure it, his body build is not that all great, but appearance is cunning afterall.
His right wrist had a machine running it, the source of keeping him alive throughout all these battles, it may be something that he trusted his own life against it. In the corner of the room, there was an underarm crutch being left to lean against the wall. It held the appearance of a dark gray material, made out of steel, otherwise, there was no other else type of modification of it from the original crutch used by the patients of the hospital that had either of their legs crippled or removed, disabled from moving with one or the pair of its legs. His bare teeth had sharp fangs in each and every one of his every tooth, his tendency to fight changed his appearance during the past, but after being hauled out by the likes of Mana, he seems to hold an appearance of less.. 'anger', if you can describe it. His expressions seems less aggressive, never to hold any grudge with the people that he fought or any to care with what he went through after all of these shitstorms he went through mindlessly over a simple fact to fight Mana, with an ending of losing against the Demon Queen because of his blindness of his own rage.
His clothes were like that of a bartender's that came right out from the bar that served drinks to both men and women, seemingly fit very well to his body's size, it was not too big nor too small, giving him some average appearance of a male that only seems like a delinquent from the outside. Clearly, with all of these traits, the male figure was Sou Yuuki, also known as the Nightmare for his alias across the city for his great strength that surpasses the infinite scale itself. The reason why he ended up in the Karakura Hospital was under the fact that he was 'defeated' by Mana Asthavon because of his claim to retreat from the New York city, and the unstability of his Full Awakening through him out of his form because of the damage his mortalbody sustained, and what brought him here was currently unknown, but out with those, Sou didn't seem to care much from that day onwards upon his defeat against the Demon Queen, an appearance of a redeemed and changed man, he was no longer a person who runs with fist and anger anymore, there was no rage, no seriousness, all but pure sarcasm would be done because of his realization of the reality around him, turning him into a person that nobody can really know how he changed.
Well, given that he doesn't have any friends nor family running to him in his injured state, he highly doubt there would be any visitors for him to come by considering his status as a bounty in this city for his infamous rampage across the city and demolishing works throughout every possible buildings when he can move across. It was tough for him and ultimately, he deserves a great prize to rest in this god-forsaken hospital wihout the need of any authorities coming and nab his injured state in order to lock him out of trouble. In his process of healing in this place, he could take his time chilling here all day but hopefully, trouble doesn't ensue too much in the city as well because things are going to get serious if someone is trying to be a villain in this city again. Troublesome bastards to him, but Sou wouldn't underestimate them either with all these lessons learnt after his defeat, it would become the most scariest thing you can point ahold of even with his sarcastic tone going through.
"What a day.."
Reaching out to the book on his right, opening the pages in the middle of the book where he last left off after reading last night, his eyes was fixated to the book that he began reading, with the breeze of air conditioner from the room he is in and the high doubts he has for visitors, he didn't care too much about it and decided to read his way through the entire day. He wasn't tired nor does he feel like moving as well, its just that he doesn't expect visitors coming right in from the door. Either way, it may be another boring day to 'enjoy' himself in such a peaceful room, no sirens or explosions, just peace. Not his style of 'peace' but it was better than punching his way through in his current state.
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