Yoshka
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2011
- Location
- The Netherlands
Japan , Tokyo , Shibuya district , 9th of June. 7:34 PM
Like any other big city in the world , in the evening it was way more busy than it usually is. Especially on the weekends. Today it seemed reasonably calm especially for a busy city like Tokyo. The temperature was mild , compared to the sunny day it had been. And also it was almost summer! The last weeks it had been rather rainy , and some half dried puddles showed on the grey pavement of the streets. People still avoiding them not to get their feet wet.
The sun had already hid behind the horizon in solitude to make way for the half crescent moon that was now cradling the sky along with some faint stars. Street lights were lined along the streets and side walk , filling the clubbing district with fake light. Randomly scroungy dressed girls walked past Blaine all giggly , he himself couldn't help but smirk a little bit. Even if he looked horribly non-caring as he always did. For some reason he always captured the attention of so many young foolish chicks. It was ridiculous sometimes , he was pretty sure it weren't his looks. His style was totally non-caring as well.
His hair was horribly messy , and medium length. It had been dyed brown but his roots were obviously showing an inch of his natural black hair color. Around his skinny yet muscular body hung some loose black shirt with a random white skull and crown print hanging laxly over one side of his shoulder showing a part of his arm and chest , it was visible from his opened slightly worn dark brown leather jacket , having studs on the shoulders and being rolled up till the elbows. Underneath he was wearing some simple ripped dark grey skinny jeans accompanied with more random white prints. On his feet he had some black leather old military boots reaching slightly above his ankles the laces being worn and the opening untied hanging lose , making a heavy sound with every step. On both of his hands he had some silver looking rings , with random shapes. As well around his right wrist he had a matching leather wrist band and a chrome bracelet. As finishing touch he had a bullet studded belt around his waist with some chains , making a clingly sound as he walked.
As Blaine continued his way through the district , smoking one of his lucky strikes. He suddenly got a phone call , quickly he picked up his expensive looking phone. "What?" He said bluntly , all non-caring and bitchy as he was. Soon enough his face turned into a frown , and a little sigh left his lips. "I don't fucking care , just make sure that tonight those drugs are there or else you'll have to deal with me.." He simply said , for everyone to hear. Some were already avoiding his presence as they walked past him. "So what they are Yakuza?... Just fucking do it!" He shouted out of patience , now hanging up and returning his phone in his pocket. The nerves of those guys! It certainly was a hard job being a gang leader , especially if your minions don't even obey you.
Like any other big city in the world , in the evening it was way more busy than it usually is. Especially on the weekends. Today it seemed reasonably calm especially for a busy city like Tokyo. The temperature was mild , compared to the sunny day it had been. And also it was almost summer! The last weeks it had been rather rainy , and some half dried puddles showed on the grey pavement of the streets. People still avoiding them not to get their feet wet.
The sun had already hid behind the horizon in solitude to make way for the half crescent moon that was now cradling the sky along with some faint stars. Street lights were lined along the streets and side walk , filling the clubbing district with fake light. Randomly scroungy dressed girls walked past Blaine all giggly , he himself couldn't help but smirk a little bit. Even if he looked horribly non-caring as he always did. For some reason he always captured the attention of so many young foolish chicks. It was ridiculous sometimes , he was pretty sure it weren't his looks. His style was totally non-caring as well.
His hair was horribly messy , and medium length. It had been dyed brown but his roots were obviously showing an inch of his natural black hair color. Around his skinny yet muscular body hung some loose black shirt with a random white skull and crown print hanging laxly over one side of his shoulder showing a part of his arm and chest , it was visible from his opened slightly worn dark brown leather jacket , having studs on the shoulders and being rolled up till the elbows. Underneath he was wearing some simple ripped dark grey skinny jeans accompanied with more random white prints. On his feet he had some black leather old military boots reaching slightly above his ankles the laces being worn and the opening untied hanging lose , making a heavy sound with every step. On both of his hands he had some silver looking rings , with random shapes. As well around his right wrist he had a matching leather wrist band and a chrome bracelet. As finishing touch he had a bullet studded belt around his waist with some chains , making a clingly sound as he walked.
As Blaine continued his way through the district , smoking one of his lucky strikes. He suddenly got a phone call , quickly he picked up his expensive looking phone. "What?" He said bluntly , all non-caring and bitchy as he was. Soon enough his face turned into a frown , and a little sigh left his lips. "I don't fucking care , just make sure that tonight those drugs are there or else you'll have to deal with me.." He simply said , for everyone to hear. Some were already avoiding his presence as they walked past him. "So what they are Yakuza?... Just fucking do it!" He shouted out of patience , now hanging up and returning his phone in his pocket. The nerves of those guys! It certainly was a hard job being a gang leader , especially if your minions don't even obey you.