OOC - Amusing Samples and Concrit Post
AM I DOING IT RIGHT? I haven't honestly played him for awhile, so I'm getting back into the ropes. If I'm doing something wrong or something, feel free to comment. :)
Also, here's my App's samples cause I liked them:
Sample LJ post:
Oi, Matsumoto...
Would you care to explain something for me?
I'd like to know why is there a container of children's shampoo sitting on the edge of the bathtub? And while you're at it you can tell me also why this container of "Mr. Bubble" is here too? And also possibly would you care to explain this sponge that's shaped like a penguin? They most certainly are not mine.
And I know they aren't yours as there are way way too many several bottles of "salon quality" products sitting on the other side of the bathtub. Why do you need 6 different kinds of shampoo...? Geez...
I expect the next time I'm in here to find them gone from my sight.
Also just because we're stuck here does not mean we're not doing paperwork. Don't think I haven't noticed that stack of unfinished reports sitting under the couch.
Sample RP post:
There was really only one thing Hitsugaya could tolerate about this human city he and Matsumoto found themselves trapped in. He sat at his desk, distracted from the paperwork before him, emerald eyes staring instead out the window. Through the panes of glass he could see snow slowly falling, settling a new fresh blanket of snow upon the already frozen ground. Unlike the many who were complaining of the cold, he preferred it.
As he watched the falling snow, his thoughts drifted to the Soul Society and to Hinamori who, when he'd left the Soul Society to head the the human world, had still been unconscious. Was she awake now? Was she alright? He hated that he couldn't be there now when she woke up. His thoughts then angered as he thought of what had happened to her. What he'd done to her. Aizen.
Anger then turned to frustration. Sitting here he couldn't do anything to help the Soul Society with their battle against the former captain. He could only sit and wait until a way to contact and return to the Soul Society was found.
Even worse was the limit on their powers. He had a limiter in place still from their trip to the human world, but he was quite sure that wasn't what was affecting his abilities now, especially since Kurosaki had no such limiter in place. All their reiatsu was far below what even a limiter would confine it to.
The shinigami was at a loss to explain it and many of the other strange things in this city, such as the creatures and other unusual happenings. He could only do his best to keep track of it all, writing it in his reports. Of course, he had no idea when they'd be able to return to the Soul Society, so there was no real reason to write as many reports as he was, but it was in part what was keeping him sane. However, today he was feeling particularly restless, and just couldn't seem to concentrate on the report in front of him, no matter what he tried.
Perhaps he needed some fresh air. Grabbing hyourinmaru automatically, he wrapped a scarf around his neck and slipped from his room. Passing by Matsumoto, who was slumped on the couch watching some crappy dvd movie, he went straight to the door, pausing only to spare a glance to his fuku-taichou.
"I'm going out. I won't be gone long," he said, not even waiting to hear her reply before stepping out the apartment door, closing it behind him.
Also, here's my App's samples cause I liked them:
Sample LJ post:
Oi, Matsumoto...
Would you care to explain something for me?
I'd like to know why is there a container of children's shampoo sitting on the edge of the bathtub? And while you're at it you can tell me also why this container of "Mr. Bubble" is here too? And also possibly would you care to explain this sponge that's shaped like a penguin? They most certainly are not mine.
And I know they aren't yours as there are way way too many several bottles of "salon quality" products sitting on the other side of the bathtub. Why do you need 6 different kinds of shampoo...? Geez...
I expect the next time I'm in here to find them gone from my sight.
Also just because we're stuck here does not mean we're not doing paperwork. Don't think I haven't noticed that stack of unfinished reports sitting under the couch.
Sample RP post:
There was really only one thing Hitsugaya could tolerate about this human city he and Matsumoto found themselves trapped in. He sat at his desk, distracted from the paperwork before him, emerald eyes staring instead out the window. Through the panes of glass he could see snow slowly falling, settling a new fresh blanket of snow upon the already frozen ground. Unlike the many who were complaining of the cold, he preferred it.
As he watched the falling snow, his thoughts drifted to the Soul Society and to Hinamori who, when he'd left the Soul Society to head the the human world, had still been unconscious. Was she awake now? Was she alright? He hated that he couldn't be there now when she woke up. His thoughts then angered as he thought of what had happened to her. What he'd done to her. Aizen.
Anger then turned to frustration. Sitting here he couldn't do anything to help the Soul Society with their battle against the former captain. He could only sit and wait until a way to contact and return to the Soul Society was found.
Even worse was the limit on their powers. He had a limiter in place still from their trip to the human world, but he was quite sure that wasn't what was affecting his abilities now, especially since Kurosaki had no such limiter in place. All their reiatsu was far below what even a limiter would confine it to.
The shinigami was at a loss to explain it and many of the other strange things in this city, such as the creatures and other unusual happenings. He could only do his best to keep track of it all, writing it in his reports. Of course, he had no idea when they'd be able to return to the Soul Society, so there was no real reason to write as many reports as he was, but it was in part what was keeping him sane. However, today he was feeling particularly restless, and just couldn't seem to concentrate on the report in front of him, no matter what he tried.
Perhaps he needed some fresh air. Grabbing hyourinmaru automatically, he wrapped a scarf around his neck and slipped from his room. Passing by Matsumoto, who was slumped on the couch watching some crappy dvd movie, he went straight to the door, pausing only to spare a glance to his fuku-taichou.
"I'm going out. I won't be gone long," he said, not even waiting to hear her reply before stepping out the apartment door, closing it behind him.