First Person (entry type): So hey guys, what's up. Haven't heard a whole lot from this end in a while. Kinda lost interest, to be honest. Anything interesting happen? Does Byakuya still have a stick up his ass? Wait, no, don't answer that question. Of course he does. You know, believe it or not, he was a lot more interesting when he was a kid. More fun to hang out with. Hard to imagine, I know. But hey, people change over a century. Well, most people do. I know a couple people that haven't changed at all. Weird to think about, but there you go.
Third Person: "OI! KISUKE! WHERE THE HELL DID MY HAIR TIE GO?" Yoruichi was stomping around the building, purple hair loose and flowing around her face and down her back. She was looking in drawers, opening closets, ruffling through papers, turning over tables, and generally making a horrible mess. "I NEED MY DAMN HAIR TIE, DAMMIT!" Her sporadic bellowing was making the thin doors shake. Where Kisuke had run off to couldn't be certain, and whenever he got back, he'd probably get an earful. But for now, Yoruichi was fuming. She wasn't the type to lose things frequently, and usually prided herself on knowing where everything she needed was, being able to put her hands on something at a moment's notice.
But now, a small thing had escaped her. And she didn't like it when things escaped her. She frowned. It was just a hair tie, she shouldn't be getting upset about this. Suddenly, she flopped down on a nearby cushion and considered her predicament.
Hair tie. Nothing particularly special about it. She liked it, but not enough to get angry about losing it. So what was the big deal? Was it just that she didn't like losing things? Or was something else going on?
Letting out a tremendous sigh, Yoruichi closed her eyes and leaned back on the wall, folding her arms behind her head. She'd live without the hair tie. In the grand scheme of things, it really wasn't that important. She could get a new one.
Yoruichi 2/2
Third Person: "OI! KISUKE! WHERE THE HELL DID MY HAIR TIE GO?" Yoruichi was stomping around the building, purple hair loose and flowing around her face and down her back. She was looking in drawers, opening closets, ruffling through papers, turning over tables, and generally making a horrible mess. "I NEED MY DAMN HAIR TIE, DAMMIT!" Her sporadic bellowing was making the thin doors shake. Where Kisuke had run off to couldn't be certain, and whenever he got back, he'd probably get an earful. But for now, Yoruichi was fuming. She wasn't the type to lose things frequently, and usually prided herself on knowing where everything she needed was, being able to put her hands on something at a moment's notice.
But now, a small thing had escaped her. And she didn't like it when things escaped her. She frowned. It was just a hair tie, she shouldn't be getting upset about this. Suddenly, she flopped down on a nearby cushion and considered her predicament.
Hair tie. Nothing particularly special about it. She liked it, but not enough to get angry about losing it. So what was the big deal? Was it just that she didn't like losing things? Or was something else going on?
Letting out a tremendous sigh, Yoruichi closed her eyes and leaned back on the wall, folding her arms behind her head. She'd live without the hair tie. In the grand scheme of things, it really wasn't that important. She could get a new one.