Crisis core meeting (CC only)

He hadn't been working amongst his division for long, but almost upon arrival he had been summoned to some meeting with the other Sub shinigami members. Having not been much of a people person he wanted to deny going but it would seem that was something he couldn't do and so here he was. Strutting through the human world in Karakura, mean mugging like the worst of em. Red eyes showed just a hint of annoyance and his features did nothing to hide his feelings of being bothered by a troublesome task. He donned a black T-shirt and camo green joggers, with a pair of black high top sneakers on his feet.

He stopped at a driveway looking at the address he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pulling up the message that told him about the meeting. "Yeah, this is it." He proceeded to make his way up the driveway, anyone within the area would notice that the temperature would've risen slightly making place warmer than usually. He rung the door bell and then stood waiting for it to be answered. He crossed his arms across his chest and closed his eyes. Why did he have to do this? He didn't understand, if the other squads couldn't pull their own weight wasn't that their problem? Why did he have to pick up the slack?

He stood there waiting for a short moment before someone came and answered the door. Before him stood a red headed girl dressed in a baggy black T and black and grey camo jeans. Ever so casual, though he supposed this was her home. Still you figured she'd dress a little nicer since she was having guests over. Oh well it didn't really matter to the white haired youth as he waved a hand in greeting before stepping across the threshold. He followed her further into her home, red eyes glancing here and there as he took it in. It wasn't the cleanest but it wasn't outright disgusting. Before he knew it they were in the living room, or as she called it the meeting room.

"How you want to live amongst yourself isn't really my concern, I'm more curious as to why you called this meeting and I had to come all this way." His attitude from growing up on the streets was now beginning to rear it's head and she hadn't even irritated him yet. It was more the fact that he didn't like people and he thought anything she had to say could've simply been sent via hell butterfly. He took a seat, crossing his legs as he did so before reaching over to dip into one of the bowls of chips on the table grabbing a handful and throwing them into his mouth. He chewed them quickly, the sound of the crunch resonating throughout the room.

"The name's Arashi, Shinku Arashi." He said after swallowing the chips. "So tell me, why exactly am I here, and where the hell is everyone else?" If he managed to make it down here he'd assume that the rest of the Crisis Core would too, after all there couldn't be anyone that found these kind of things more stupid and unnecessary than he did.