Rider Bar [open to all]

Just another day in Karakura Central, in the still rather cold time of the year. Not that much of the weather even arrived in this center of life, this metropolis that stood as a symbol of humanity in their world ravaged by war - brimming with life on day and night alike, one lone motorcycle could be seen driving across the road. Most cars at this point were hovering on the higher roads where they could reach higher speed, and it was rare to see someone driving exclusively down there - and while this rider surely didn't have to do what he did, it was simply not the same to fly a bike compared to driving it at high speeds, not caring for any limits set by the local police.

Arriving downtown, Tsukasa finally slowed down his motorcycle, as he was finally more than just a tiny dot on the ground underneath a hovering mass of vehicles. A sizeable amount of them was cruising around down here, to drop off passengers, after all. With all the lights surrounding this area, telling day from night was virtually impossible - the pulsating core of Karakura Central for some people, but the man on the motorcycle didn't think much of it at all. His speed slowed down to a crawl, something he really didn't appreciate, but he got off of it after a few more blocks anyway. And thankfully, no alarms had been sounded by his appearance yet.
Parking his ride on one of the many smaller open spots and securing it - attempting to steal his baby would now result in a nasty electric shock - he finally took off the black protective helmet with the dark windshield that made seeing his face while riding the bike completely impossible. Putting it down onto it's special secure hold on the motorcycle, he now finally made his way onto the sidewalk, mixing into the crowds.

He got one or two weird looks along the way, but those were more because of his outfit as a biker clad in black leather than because of people recognizing him, which was good. He had a distaste for those that knew more about him than he himself remembered. Finally drifting off onto a smaller sideway, he then slid into the door of an only dimly advertised bar - one would assume it to be a run-down mess, but the exterior of the building was made to invoke that exact feeling in random people. However, Tsukasa instinctively knew that this was an actual good bar, and placed himself on one of the tables in the shadow, directly opposed to the door so he could see when someone entered. Several other people were here, but not too many, and nearly all of them kept to the shadows too... But there was no dangerous air here. These people didn't prefer not to show themselves out of fear or because they were contractual killers, or any other crazy cicumstance - they only did it because each and every one of them had an actual good reason not to reveal their identity.
Maybe it was the fact that Tsukasa could somehow relate, but for some reason, he found this atmosphere soothing. Ordering an alcohol-free drink, he simply sat there, and waited... Because he felt that something was going to happen today. Something important.