The Kid in the Bar [Open]

Shin was bored, none of the other kids would let him play with them because he was too fast and they didn't want him playing with them in any sort of game that involved speed. He had checked with some of the people he delivered stuff for and noone had any runs for him, so he was headed towards the last place he got normal runs from, a tavern/restaurant in district 2, sometimes the guy needed him to get supplies or deliver a supply list, or could recommend him to someone who needed work. He was running low on money for food and was getting really hungry.

He walked into the tavern and ran over to the barkeep, who greeted him with a hearty hello. Shin asked him if he had anything for him to do today and the Bartender shook his head in a negative. Sin looked down dejected, then his stomach growled. Shin looked up embarrassed and pulled out his little wallet and looked at what was inside, frowning as he knew he didn't have enough. The barkeep smiled and told shin not to worry about it, and told him to go sit at the table in the corner and he would have a meal brought over for him free of charge. Shin grinned happily and thanked the man and went over to the corner table, pulling himself up into a chair and waving his feet happily in anticipation.

Classes were over for the day, and the crippled student sat at a table in the middle of the bar. He wasn't perhaps the most usual of people there, happening to be seated in a bright, vibrant blue kimono with a darker blue obi and his zanpaku-to tucked between them. His false left arm was made of bamboo and was in a crooked position, so that it lay against his abdomen when he was standing or sitting, and was more often just tucked into the front of whatever he was wearing to keep it from bouncing about. He smelled of Strawberries and Vanilla, from the shampoos he used, and from his ccurrent choice of odourizer, he also smelled of lavender as well.

Placed in front of him was a small plate, emptied of food, and a pot of tea, along with a teacup that he was currently sipping from. A cigarette, a new kind that gave off no smoke, was leaned on his plate, waiting for him to put his tea down and resume smoking. He had just set his tea onto the table when a boy came into the place. He felt the boy's presence just a little before he came in, but seeing as he seemed to be pretty much normal, he ignored the feelings and picked up his cigarette and sucked on it. He tracked the boy's movements through the place, and pondered the reasons why he would be here, and in such a mood.

The boy had some potential to become a Shinigami. It wasn't special or anything, as anyone here had the potential to become a Shinigami if they tried. It was perhaps that the boy was so young and unlike the people here that he stood out. But he wasn't going to approach the kid or anything. Childhood was best left spent being a child.