❇ Location/Company: Tenth to Fourth Division
❇ Zanpakuto: Sealed
❇ Mood: Bored...
❇ Thoughts: '...Tired of doing paperwork... *yawn*' ⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰⚪〰⚫〰
"I was the flare..."
A sigh escaped the raven-haired woman as
she leaned her head on her hands. It had been quite a while since Akarui
had gotten a break from the chock piles of criminal records on her desk.
They were all the same old miscellaneous offenses: back talk to an officer,
missing cat from the old lady in Rukongai, and stolen underwear...
Akarui made a skeptical face at the report and leaned back in her chair,
sighing once more. "...It's been 50 years since anything real has
gone on around here..."
she muttered, finally placing the report
into the pile on the right. She takes a moment, and stands up abruptly,
clearly in want to do something.
Her robe flows behind as she slides her office door behind her.
{Exit to: Fourth Division Library}
"...of my own fire."
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