Jail wasn't all too bad for Jin. There were worse things during his tour in the Middle East, or at least that was his opinion. He already knew everything was over the moment when that cop finally saw the deaths of those he taught. It was certainly a game over, Zong Wu had no doubt about it. He felt disappointed, but nevertheless, accepted it. And so he was put away into jail and was kept in there for a while.
Today was meant to be a day of celebration. Did they solve the real mystery? Jin really doubted it. Whoever was the real ringleader behind all of this, he wasn't going to be taken down by a bunch of kids so easily. But why did the former teacher even care? He's in jail now. So there's no point to it. He was just reading text on South Asia in his scratchy and uncomfortable cot assigned to him in the cell. The lack of a cigarette between his lips continued to be a nuisance, killing old habits are difficult for a good reason.
But all has stopped in their tracks. The usual guard making his rounds just 'froze'. Something eerie was happening. And then the moon was scarlet. It was the beginning of a new evening. He would have to lie if he didn't actually feel at all giddy. The voice of the Hashashin would return to him. Calling for him, and call he did as the metallic bars were swat aside.
He was free, into this eerie scarlet night. And so he was out for a walk.
Smoke wafted near his fingers as Jin finally arrived at a tower that didn't seem at all familiar, but its location was. The Yachiru Corp? It was an almost hilarious realization, though he wasn't sure if it were true. But if it were, it would make such a bad joke that one had no choice, but to laugh at it.
Clearly Jin was disheveled. Less formally attired from his years in the prison. He looked more
hobo than a fully "educated" teacher. One would probably remark how jail did a number on him. Not that he would care too much in any case.
"Now what do we have here?"OOC: I suppose you can post here, Nyar. Or something.
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