#self-para!

[arcxbom]

xxi--the lady {self-para}

The constant tick of the clock accompanies Bom as she sat at her desk, typing away the last paragraph of her report on her computer. Darkness enshrouds her, the lights in the room all off but one, shinning down on her like a halo would shine on an angel. Ironically, many of those who thought they knew her would have agreed with such a comparison. In their eyes, Bom was indeed an angel. She had long, cascading brown locks that ended just below her chest, matching her light brown eyes. She never ceased to have a small smile on her face or a joke in hand. To everyone, this was Park Bom.

In truth, Bom hid her true self, like many others would. But her facade was an entirely crafted one she had created for her double life as member of the drug squad of the police department. When she returned occasionally to headquarters for an update or when needed, her mask sheds itself and she becomes the Bom that the people closer to her would recognize.

Sometimes though, she puts on her mask too long that even she, herself becomes convinced by her facade. Was her mask, a mask to hide or to reveal? Was this how she would have been like if she didn't have her family snatched away from her? She pondered these questions through and through, thought about it over a few sleepless nights but still couldn't find her answer.

Shutting down her computer after finally finishing her report, she gathered her things and flipped the office light off.

"Need a drink,"she mumbles to herself as she hums out a tune.

[friendshipthatembracesall]

[Not so] Sunny Days In Fourth Division

Ukitake Jushiro was sick. Which, in an of itself was not the biggest news to ever rock the seireitei but it was right up there with the sun rising every morning. Sighing to himself he futilely adjusted his position in the bed, it wouldn't matter what he did because the beds would never be comfortable. Either that or he'd spent so much time lying in one that his body was tired of doing so. Covering his mouth as another cough wracked his body he almost laughed, it seemed ironic that his favourite time of year would be the hardest on his body. Even more so that his birthday happened to be smack dab n the middle of the dreaded autumn/winter season that his body loved so much. Some people had assumed that the cool air would be easier on his lungs as opposed to the hot and humid air of the summer however that had never been the case. Neither time of the year served his lungs better or worse than the other, it seemed that either extreme was a cause for worry. The only real difference being that crimson stood out better against snow than it did grass. And he was always tired during the winter, the cold and the dark seeming to suck all of the little remaining strength and energy out of his body. Toying with the ends of his hair idly he tried to remember the last time he had done so when the end were black. Back then his hair had been short, to the point where he hadn't exactly been able to "toy" with the ends, nevertheless he like to ponder what it would have been like. Sometimes when he looked in the mirror he tried to picture his hair as the black like it had been, in his opinion it always made him look a little strange. Whether it was because of the fact he'd gotten used to the white or if it was because of the length it just always struck him as strange. The same as it had been strange to everyone else when Shunsui had decided to dye his hair black again while he slept. That had been funny for all of 20 minutes until he'd realized that people  were staring at him. Chuckling to himself he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, trying his best to ignore the irritation at the back of his throat. Maybe if he took a nap by the time he woke up he'd feel okay again, somehow he doubted it but he already felt himself drifting to sleep. A man would hope, couldn't he?