Memory lane

In the break of dawn, katsuragi was wondering about with both hands in his pockets. He was thinking about the past events that got him to where he was. He was suppose to go into a clothing store yesterday, but of course as an outsider… he was rejected.

Katsuragi's attire consisted of a Yakuta black leather jacket, which underneath he wears a hanley blood red hoodie. His belt is black leather, designer's choice, with an overlapping LV emblem as a buckle. The pants he wears is a fresh pair of black stretch jeans with ankle zippers located on the lower inside section of the pants. His boots on his feet also being solid black of a leather material with an emblem labeled "EU", it's made of metal stitched to the tongue of the boots. His hair, still vivid, was a solid dark purple. His hair in contrast with his pale skin, however, his arms torso and hands bore a mural of mostly assorted prison tattoos; all black ink in color. He himself stood at a height of 6'2 feet with a thin frame. His tools and such were all assorted evenly along his attire, given no hint to their whereabouts yet allowed him easy access with a little bit of technique.

Every now and then, he’d find himself alone with nothing but time and thought. He was a bit too young to reminisce about the past, like some old battle harden vet. Yes, Katsuragi did go through alot of events during his adolescent years. The fact that he had gone to prison four times was shocking enough. Not a accolade he would want to brag about, his prison tattoos did all the talking for him. He reaches for his newly formed full beard, stroking it while he looked out to the vast emptyness ahead.

He started remembering the time when he stole his first carriage full of goods. It was on it’s way to a depot, belonging to den enterprise. It was full of medicine, drugs of the medical grade. Highly sought after. He of course, was hired to make sure that the shipment was on its way to a different depot, a warehouse in the sky country. Despite getting paid, avoiding boarder patrol, and fighting off both guards and bandits, what he could remember the most was his rapid heart beat. It was his first time, and he was alone. All he did from point A to point B was panic. But it kept him alert, and weary of any detail that got in his way.

His pale eye, scanning his environment around him, picked up on everything around him, literally. He managed to get used to the 360 degree view, the blessings of the hyuuga. He smiled now gleeing at the fact that it was now his. Of course, he paid tribute to Jashin too. He tapped his neck tattoo, and then kissed his fingers while shooting it up towards the sky.

Moments later, the town seemed to be lively again. By that, Katsuragi meant that the stores flipped their signs from closed to open. Katsuragi decided to try it again witg the clothing store. Perhaps he was a bit too soft with the owner. His eyes lit up with malice, he was ready to take what was his. Katsuragi was seen sauntering towards the brick and morter.
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