JessieJames
Dream as if you were dying.
Steady thumping bass vibrated through his chest as he lounged like a large feline in the VIP area of the fine establishment owned by none other than himself. It wasn't a well known fact that Grimm Black owned many small buildings through out Karakura district. Mostly due to the simple fact they were under his real name. Such information he kept to himself and only one other knew the hidden truths of the current head of the street gang Hollows. Shirosaki Kuro had ditched his blue haired ass in their club in favor of studying for an up coming test he had back on the great island of Academia come Monday. Which now that he though about it a bit more made hims less pissed to be shoved out of the way for the better of his best friend's future.
It pleased him to know that his friend was finally healing and becoming less demonic as the days marched on. His aquamarine gaze traveled over the globs of undulating bodies that left little to the imagination as to what they would likely be doing once they got around to leaving. Men and women from all over the world congregated in the bowels of the Hollow's Den with the strict desire of finding something to entertain them. A few members of other gangs hung out for the pleasure of simply chatting it up with someone new.
There was many unspoken rules that the gangs obeyed by even his own members but he was at the same time aware that many ignored those rules. Shirosaki had created many of the rules the Hollows followed these days when he took over from the previous head. The one rule everyone was forced to obey was to never do something regrettable to a civilian. Rape wasn't acceptable. Kidnapping either and a slue of other things. It was merely a standard of morals they chose to live by or they would be handled with by the Hollows and their Chained King.
Grimm sipped his drink when something caught his attention. She was a breathtaking beauty he was sure wasn't a native of Japan that moved with the balanced grace of a queen. Her long white hair caught the lights that flashed and danced this way and that. Her mere appearance made him purr softly as he took her in from head to toe... or at least as far down as he could see through the dancing crowds.
Her gaze seemed to be on something. Desiring to understand what held her attention he followed it and frowned at what greeted him. A young girl --clearly too young to be in the bar-- was being harped and harassed by a pair of men. She would try to move away from them only to have one place their hands on her in some way to keep her from leaving. After a moment she was finally loose from them and headed to the door. He wouldn't have moved had the men hadn't grinned to each other in a way that made his skin crawl. Setting his glass down he stood and followed after them in a near lazy manner clearly not wanting his prey to know he was onto them. He reminded himself to find that white haired beauty at some point after taking out the trash.
@Kierri
It pleased him to know that his friend was finally healing and becoming less demonic as the days marched on. His aquamarine gaze traveled over the globs of undulating bodies that left little to the imagination as to what they would likely be doing once they got around to leaving. Men and women from all over the world congregated in the bowels of the Hollow's Den with the strict desire of finding something to entertain them. A few members of other gangs hung out for the pleasure of simply chatting it up with someone new.
There was many unspoken rules that the gangs obeyed by even his own members but he was at the same time aware that many ignored those rules. Shirosaki had created many of the rules the Hollows followed these days when he took over from the previous head. The one rule everyone was forced to obey was to never do something regrettable to a civilian. Rape wasn't acceptable. Kidnapping either and a slue of other things. It was merely a standard of morals they chose to live by or they would be handled with by the Hollows and their Chained King.
Grimm sipped his drink when something caught his attention. She was a breathtaking beauty he was sure wasn't a native of Japan that moved with the balanced grace of a queen. Her long white hair caught the lights that flashed and danced this way and that. Her mere appearance made him purr softly as he took her in from head to toe... or at least as far down as he could see through the dancing crowds.
Her gaze seemed to be on something. Desiring to understand what held her attention he followed it and frowned at what greeted him. A young girl --clearly too young to be in the bar-- was being harped and harassed by a pair of men. She would try to move away from them only to have one place their hands on her in some way to keep her from leaving. After a moment she was finally loose from them and headed to the door. He wouldn't have moved had the men hadn't grinned to each other in a way that made his skin crawl. Setting his glass down he stood and followed after them in a near lazy manner clearly not wanting his prey to know he was onto them. He reminded himself to find that white haired beauty at some point after taking out the trash.
@Kierri