What makes a man?,Enter The Grand Bounto Hotel

The air was brisk, cold and made him shutter. The lights of the bustling city, and the glow of the neon signs intrigued him. The gloves of leather tight and secure. His hands on the handles, and his shades jet black, make a mask neatly over his eyes. He did not wish to see the horrors of the normal world. He had experienced most of them first hand. The Seven sins became the layers of his life, greed was his primer sin however. He lived only for the money, only to possess the material things in life. The loathing and wraith in his soul never shined as bright as the emerald stain of money.

He had his onyx hair blowing back violently. Id bet he was going a good 126mph down the long roads in the city. The sign creeps up on him. His slick black motorbike, fully optimized and customized to transport him to any location. It ran on air instead of gasoline. He never had to spend money this way. The fuel cells where bright green, tires ripping down the track without much effort. No traction however, he prefers the looseness of the ride to the constant handling that might cause him to drive a little better. He had heard a loud beeping noise and a roar of a mighty diesel engine. Thus, he became startled.

He gave a glare out the side of his shades. A rather large truck was behind him honking. He knew who it was and he gave a smirk reaching his left hand down onto a holster. He pulled out the silver gun. He pointed it behind him and he fired off rounds. The Truck swerved left and right, making loud searching noises as it speed up. Crushing all incoming traffic. He sniffed, the smell of gas had filled the air, ah how the stench made him sick. It was foul and seemed to be coming from the driver. He fired more, this time it was precise as one bullet blasted through the window of the 18-wheeled beast.

The bullet was hard, fast, void of feelings. It was a cold hard and brutal shot, piercing threw the drivers face. A loud shout could be heard. The skin of the fat man peeled. Revealing a disgusting, and disfigured black slime face. Yes, it was a hollow. The foul beasts desire his spirit pressure. After all the Warlord of Souls had accumulated the necessary amount of souls to be hunted by this class of hollow. It was not alone however. Several Menos Grande erected from the back of the trailer. He grinned and fired back at them as he continued to master the curves of the street. He drove onward.

The Menos continued to try and fire there ceros at him. He cleverly out maneuvered them. He chuckled as two of them fill with blood, toppling over and dieing. He Shot again as the cops appeared. The didn't notice the hollows for they where blind. To blind to realized the Danger they would face if they didn't leave the area. He figured out a plan and he shot out the the front tires. God, the pain in his arm from always shooting behind him. The truck had collapsed making a nice road block stopping the police in there tracks. He drove into a subsection of the city. The rather large green sign, with its white letters, stated that it was 200 miles to Kakura Town.

In exactly one hour he had reached the dirt road that his old master Zoden told him about. He drove up the path and found a rather large mansion. He Looked around the brush and the trees. He Blinked in confusion at the near empty mansion and he broke in. He found his way around this epic location. He then noticed a trail, he followed it to the city. A large elegant Hotel. He waited out front of it as he parked his bike. He leaned against it. He began to think to himself. He had wondered if maybe, the one he heard rumors about would be there. He swallowed hard, he didnt know if anyone would come out and be friendly or not.

(Excuse my post, its not worthy of a bounto post but i was tired -_-)

Bustling street noises flew frequently by the encases of the malevolent wind. A ripple, a wave; a system, a notion. Time decide to flow consistently while the distortion of one's life continued to twist uncontrollably. There was an unnatural explosion and Cocaine slowly lowered his eyes. How long was it when he went to sleep? 2-3 hours? At this point, it didn't matter, Cocaine was at an utmost certainty that he had arrived at the town he was meant to be in. It was over a century since Cocaine had been in Karakura, since the time of the use less Templars and the frightened Quincy ran around with frivolous activities. The air on the highway phased for a bit and Cocaine was shot out, a deep resonating bass was exited form the area as he entered the dimension. With a hachiwara in his hands, the bountou let it fall, the weaponry article falling into a crumbling show of dust. As the bountou stumbled out onto the highway, a car and a flaming truck blew straight past him, the truck being less than an inch from his cranium.

Cocaine was surprised, in the least. The first thing he would see on his return onto earth was a fender bender. As odd as it was, Cocaine couldn't exactly "convey" His feelings, so Soakduo decided to express his. The bountou could feel a kick to his back, from his lifelong partner, snapping him back into realism thoughts. He immediately jumped upwards, getting himself used to the gravity that earth had, his eyes straining to the bright lights emitted form the sun that day. The crash of machinery soon led to police chasing the following subjects to a point of convey, until the truck crashed that is. However, the bountou failed to notice the Menos that were emerged form such truck, a small hindrance that Cocaine has picked up form his little "trip". The being who destroyed the Menos interested Cocaine, truth be told, do the bountou followed him. At first a walk, then it developed into a job, then surely enough, a full fledged sprint ensued. <Are you going to be continue the same plan from before?> Inside his head, Cocaine heard Soakudo's tempting words, trying to coax him again onto his preserved will. The bountou simply shook his head while his armed pumped up and down; Cocaine in hot pursuit of the spirit perpetrator.

Among first glance, Cocaine could be described as "grimy" His white yukata had splotches of black and crimson thrown all over it, although there was no stench that exerted from it. Running down the dirt road that the same Car took, the bount continued to follow, ever waiting for something to pop out and attack him without warning. The bountou crept slowly onto the signature that killed the menos, noticing faintly that it indeed was artificial, which would only mean one thing. <A nigga wit a doll> Soakudo relayed the speech in his head as he exited his body. In comparison to Cocaine soakudo looked very clean. Sporting a black vest and suit, with an odd sport of Starbury Basketball shoes. Soakudo walked on into the Hotel in a very blunt manner, his eyes surveying the area. The Hotel was amusing, servants walking around carrying cheese and and wine. The Waiter refused to tell Soakudo whether or not it was good or not. Taking some anyway, the doll shouted. <Damn! This cheese is the shit!> Walking back to the waiter Soakudo stopped him and questioned him. <Bitch! Why didnt you tell me this cheese was good?> Soakudo smacked the waiter across the head and he fell to the floor. <Muthafucka.> Cocaine glanced at Soakudo's actions, ignoring for a quick moment and walked up to the man who looked to be spoken to.

<<Such a lovely place, the bountou leader must have died in excellence>> A unnaturally happy tone exited from the vocal chords of the selective bount. He walked into this certain Hotel, and automatically deemed it as the main accumulation point for the new bountou in Karakura. By this time Cocaine was sure all of his old acquaintances were long dead by now. The only think he could do now was meet the new leader, and before that, he had to get to know this one next to him. Cocaine walked up to the other bount without a word. His appearance looked very conformative, it looked as if he had gotten used to this new society, looking onto it as a equal amount of a pastime. Cocaine chuckled, the deep crackling bass floating around in the area as Soakudo's attention snapped from the Tray of cheese back at Cocaine. Simultaneous to this action, Soakudo's figure faded out and disappeared back into the body of Cocaine. Cocaine thought of how the purpose of the new bountou leader could possibly give him help into accomplishing his goal. Because of the progressivement of Soul Society, nothing would be the same as he would remember it. He needed an inside source, one he knew the bountou of this era could help him find. Cocaine opened his lips slightly to let out a deathly whisper that only the bountou in front of him could hear.

<<What is this place?>>

Cocaine did not particularly wanted to waste time with this bount so he chose to end his life. Why? His character apparently did to know the situation as much as Cocaine. Who was at once equally confused. the bountou already felt as if there was an omnipotent view over his actions, waiting for him to move, waiting for the bountou get impulsive! The bountou laughed indiscriminantly to the the fact whether or not the unnamed man in front of him knew him or not. Soakudou exited Cocaine's body once more with a smirk on his face. He pulled up on the lobby chairs from the surrounding environment and obtained popcorn within his grasp.

Everything this unnamed bount knew would come to an end. From his enthralls in human conformity's to the obsolete doll he held in his body. Either way, Cocaine did not see that it mattered either way. The unnamed bountou in front of him steadily turned around with a look on pure terror on his face, quickly clumsily stuttering his name from his mouth. Cocaine was oddly surprised, he didn't think his existence would be recognized this far down the rabbit hole of life, or so he would be known to call it. But Meh, what could he do to combat the way the world worked? Which was an ironic statement in itself. In the lapse of the bounto in front of him skipping like a crackhead caught in the vice grip of the law, the bounto has a touch of nostalgia when he thought of his beginning days working alongside a man under the name of Wind, as weird as it was. It was a hell of a time.

During the time that Cocaine was reminiscing, the unnamed bountou, or Mr. B, decided to take advantage of the situation and attacked Cocaine. He unleashed his feral Doll on Cocaine, unsuspecting of the emotionally conformed power he had inside of him. Instantaneously, Cocaine's head snapped to attention and his left hand rose to grip the face of the doll. Staring the creature in the eye his reiatsu surged through the doll itself as it started to writhe and scream in livid excruciating pain. His masked face surveyed the area as he prepared his next course of action. He had every intention to take this place to his advantage, paralleling to what Mr. B had attempted to do. Cocaine's hand loosened its grip subsequently to the abrupt end of the doll's screams as it exploded from the inside out, its body parts being flung to the most random of directions. One that Cocaine was humored at was the breaking of Mr. B's crest and a flash remain of the doll's body splattering on his face.

Today was not a good day for Mr. B. First, no one was at the mansion to greet him. Second, his doll died, like what the fuck? Third, this tale of insanity chose him as a target, one that he probably had coming. Mr. B couldn't take this amount of pressure for any longer. He raised his hand to his chest with a high amount of fear running through his entire being and pressed his fingers up against his torso. Screaming to what ever god he had left, the man tried to plunge forward...*thwack* Cocaine's punch connected itself square into the jaw of Mr. B as he stumbled over. His body tumbling over, losing the control of his bowels. Cocaine picked up the Mr. B by the hair and slammed him against the wall, a flood of tears freely ran down the cheeks of the unnamed bountou. He already knew his fate.

Cocaine switched hands to have a near suffocating grasp on the others neck. Mr. B resisted slightly as he gargled on his spit and felt his body pushed up against a wall of The Hilton Hotel as he desperately scratched at Cocaine's hand; drawing blood form the unflinching Cocaine to let him go. The Medium of Mr. B had happened to be a sword strapped at his side, now shattered, Cocaine picked up the broken piece of the sword, which had split into two pieces. Picking up the hilt piece, Cocaine smirked as he drove in the hilt into the upper right area of the Mr. B's chest. At this point, the unnamed bount thrashed around in the iron grip of the bountou, his mouth coughing up the torrent of blood onto the clothes of Cocaine.

Mr. B no longer focused on escaping, but trying to relinquish himself form the pain. He thrashed around screaming for his life while crying endlessly. Mr. B's cling to Cocaine's arms collapsed on them self, the nails breaking due to the overexertion he put them to, blood freely flowing from the right hand of Mr. B. The broken sword now fully inserted in the reverse fashion into the bounotu. Mr. B lost all control of his body. His eyes crawled to the back of his head, he was losing consciousness. Underneath the mask, Cocaine scowled and his hand enveloped in water. The water instantly evaporated and his arm began to ratify with an electric current. The charge followed the only path, straight to the neck of Mr. B. The unnamed bountou eyes snapped back to attention and he screamed in protest.

Cocaine amplified the sensitivity of his nerves by 200% and he stimulated his hrogorin hormones, keeping him alert as if he was on supercharges Caffeine; allowing him to go past the threshold of pain. Cocaine chuckled in pure delight. Pulling a lighter out of his pocket, Cocaine let the gas from the evaporated, now separated water slowly flow up the nose of the man. Mr. B promptly threw up due to the asphyxiation onto the ground below him. Instantly, Cocaine snapped against the spark at the base of Mr. B's nose and the fire slowly drew upon the outer cavity of the man's soul. His eyeballs exploded and he cracked from under his pained screams. Fire scorched his mouth and nostrils. Soakudo blew open while Cocaine stepped back to watch the body slump down and burn. Accumulated a collection of water to pressurize a square like object. Starting at his leg, Cocaine filleted his skin, piece by piece, tendon by tendon, Cocaine absolutely shredded his legs into the a mush onto the floor, then the substance repeated with his left and right arms. The blood mixed pressurized water then lose its form and Cocaine held a very familiar voice.

Finish Him!

Soakudo shouted an overused word out from the sidelines and who was Cocaine to judge him? He would play along for the hell of it. Cocaine's hand ripped through the left side of the man's chest, and tore out his accelerated beating heat. Hot steam poured off his hand as the veins and arteries that were connected slowly oozed out the black, oxygen absorbed blood through Cocaine's grip. With the sufficient absorption of the dead bountou's soul, Cocaine chucked, and held the heart in the air before letting it slump to the floor in a sickening slop.

Cocaine looked at Soakudo with a cooked smile at his reference to old times as he motioned for him to come. With the doll entering the body of Cocaine, The bountou's hand cleansed themselves with a casing of water as his blackberry vibrated in his pocket. Picking it up he heard an unfamiliar voice. Cocaine didn't need to say anything, as to he had a good guess to who it was and why they were calling it. He hung up abruptly and he exited the Hilton Hotel. To say the least, this day wasn't all in vain, less than three hours he let out another stain. Thinking of the actual bount, Cocaine saw him as a waste of time, or a waste of existence. But it was no matter, Cocaine was sure the leader was indifferent to the matter in any point of view. Turning on his heels, Cocaine walked out the area and into Karakura Town with his next destination on his mind.

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