Who: Ichigo Kurosaki, open to Izzy Lightwood and anyone else who wanted to come by! Where: A Dojo near Huntington Beach High School What: Ichigo's practicing karate, invited Izzy and others to come join in for the fun, and reacts to having dreams When: Today, Friday, Jan 31. Status: Incomplete, Threaded. Can be a narrative if no one joins in! Warnings: N/A.
Ichigo wasn't usually one to show off his skills. That Izzy girl had seemed fairly interested, however, and Ichigo wasn't about to give up on what could be an interesting fight. Karate was just something that he did. It was part of his life. It had been there since he'd been a kid, really. His dad seemed to think that he needed it. Waking him up at odd hours of the night by jumping in through the window, insisting that he need to be aware of his surroundings at all times. Ichigo hadn't understood it. Then, his dad pushing him to come here for whatever reason.
When his first dream hit, Ichigo understood just a bit more. Then last night happened, and he'd had a serious of dreams. Dreams of himself as a shinigami like the others were mentioning. Being a seriously bad-ass fighter. Kicking the shit out of Rukia's brother just because he was being an idiot about rescuing her. Somehow, his old man had known about this. Somehow, too, that didn't surprise Ichigo at all. That just sounded like his old man, really.
Dressed in a simple black karate uniform, with a black belt tied around his waist, Ichigo stretched out on the mat in the main gym. He'd work out regardless of whether anyone showed up, but this was a job that he could do and he could do well. He planned on working on, getting some stress out from those dreams. Four right in a row. Geesh. He'd been taking it slow but now he didn't. What was up with that, anyway?
If anyone did come by the dojo he'd mentioned, they'd see a redheaded Ichigo Kurosaki stretching in the middle of the room, ready to fight and do whatever he needed to do to get that stress out of himself.