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The dim bar did nothing to raise his mood. Low, red lights shining so dully over the dark surfaces of the bar, the tables, hell even the chairs. The floor was invisible in the light...or was it? Ah, it didn't matter, the damn carpet was black anyway. It was quiet, so it must have been late at night. He couldn't remember, he hadn't looked at the clock for hours now. He stared into the meaningless drink again. He couldn't remember if there were other people in this little bar. There were when he walked in; there was always people where he went. Sometimes he'd arrest those people, sometimes they were just regular people, staring at him. His name was Kazuo Imamura, an Investigator for Imperial Guard Intelligence, and people always stared at him.
"Itsh hard workingk for the Guard Intelligensh. I mean, how am I supposed to be dishkrete when everyone'sh lookingk me!" He asked the bartender.
"Maybe they're looking at you because you act like a homeless man, passing out drunk wherever you happen to be. Look at you, you've had too much again. You need help man. You haven't been right since since the 2nd Invasion..."
"Shut up" Kazuo said, now not looking at the bartender. His words seemed to have sobered Kazuo up rather quickly
"Kazuo, my friend, you'll have to talk about it at some point"
"I already talked about it. A hundred times probably. She's never coming back, Tatsuo, and I'll never see Kagoshima again" Kazuo said, his hands clenched in anger. He threw down some bills and stormed out, ignoring the distressed cries of his only friend.
Chief Investigator Kazuo Imamura, Imperial Guard Intelligence
Yep, it was definitely night out, probably early morning. It was raining too, how he hated the rain. The street was slick with it, all running towards the drains. He hurried down the street, or what he could see of it. His vision blurred, his steps erratic. He stopped at a signpost, holding himself up so he could take a deep breath. He needed to calm down; he could already feel his stomach not agreeing with the alcohol. There, now he felt better. Kazuo started walking again, keeping his head down...his feet knew the way home. The ground was brownish black, mixing the colors of asphalt and concrete, the soil of the trees that lined the street, and whatever else was down there. His mind began to drift, slowly but definitely, towards the reasons he hated the rain. Oh there was plenty; it was wet, it made noise while falling, it ruined his jacket, and it was raining that day, that day he lost Oh....
Kazuo stopped, coming back to reality. He couldn't feel the rain anymore. In fact, he was warm, and the lights seemed a little brighter around him. He took a surprised look around... he was in front of his apartment door.
"That was fast" Kazuo mumbled to himself. The same crappy apartment, with it's decaying, light-yellow painted walls. Barely any furniture, the fridge left open but it wasn't on, having broken months ago. He could afford better, he knew that, but he didn't care.
As he collapsed on the bed a little later, he couldn't think about how exhausted he was. He felt like this all the time now, sometimes sick as well, sometimes just awful. He closed his eyes once more, not having even bothered to remove his coat, letting the alcoholic smell of his own breath lull him to sleep.
"My how the mighty have fallen" came a voice from a shadow in the corner. Kazuo startled awake, sitting up. He felt terrible, as anyone would falling asleep in wet clothes. It was bright in his bedroom, the sun was out and shining merrily through the window.
"Whose there?" Kazuo asked loudly, rubbing his bleary and aching eyes. He ignored the obvious hangover he was having. Heard the sound of footsteps from the other side of the bedroom.
"Someone who is here to help"
OOC: I haven't RP'd something in a while, its been mostly news report posts (and the conference, which I dont count
). I figured I'd try my hand at something again
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