Partically based off a thing done with a friend~
[Walking. Walking, walking, and more freaking walking. That was all it seemed Findor's new life was bound to be. Devil be damned, Findor's newer life seemed to be so...mundane. It seemed to be the same thing for the last few days; people who at least looked to be his age went to a 'school'. Just what in the name of Lord Barragan was a freaking school? It didn't sound to exciting, from what the kids said as they got piled on with 'homework' and 'projects'. God, Findor felt like an idiot. And to be honest, that wasn't really even the worst part about it really. Still, all of the jobs he had seen had kids who were at least college graduates. He felt inferior trying to blend in amongst the humans...but what was there left to do? Barragan wasn't there anymore; Findor was on his own.
He actually had tried to get into school once. Getting advise from the talk around him, he went to an office one day before the start of the next school year, introducing himself. No need for a fake name; he gladly gave his name to the appearent 'Super intendant' of the school. He answered all of the questions to the best of his abilities, for the most part. It was when they said that they had to call his 'parents', that Findor's face paled. ...Parents? What the hell were those?
Findor had left that day, feeling worse than before. Still, he continued to look...and still he failed. The man being spoken of now resides in a park bench. It's pretty late; the moon was shining pretty brightly, to say the least. None the less, Findor found it rather lonely outside. The moon's light was the only thing the man could stare at...wondering. He didn't even know anymore what he could do. He didn't have much to his own name except hair that was in need of brushing, and his own sword that he kept well hidden in himself. ...Needless to say, this crab was in contemplation mode.]
((ooc; This is really an old muse of mine...excuse me if he might be a little ooc. This is slightly AU based; Findor's on his own unless one of his fellow Fraccion show up to chide him. No longer loyal to Aizen either; after what he did to his master, Barragan. Have at!))
He actually had tried to get into school once. Getting advise from the talk around him, he went to an office one day before the start of the next school year, introducing himself. No need for a fake name; he gladly gave his name to the appearent 'Super intendant' of the school. He answered all of the questions to the best of his abilities, for the most part. It was when they said that they had to call his 'parents', that Findor's face paled. ...Parents? What the hell were those?
Findor had left that day, feeling worse than before. Still, he continued to look...and still he failed. The man being spoken of now resides in a park bench. It's pretty late; the moon was shining pretty brightly, to say the least. None the less, Findor found it rather lonely outside. The moon's light was the only thing the man could stare at...wondering. He didn't even know anymore what he could do. He didn't have much to his own name except hair that was in need of brushing, and his own sword that he kept well hidden in himself. ...Needless to say, this crab was in contemplation mode.]
((ooc; This is really an old muse of mine...excuse me if he might be a little ooc. This is slightly AU based; Findor's on his own unless one of his fellow Fraccion show up to chide him. No longer loyal to Aizen either; after what he did to his master, Barragan. Have at!))