A Man And His Bear[Invite]

The infamous Helpful Homeless man of Karakura was enjoying this day, far more than he enjoyed most days he wasn't secluded in the thicker woodland areas of this particular town. Roman was given this title due to doing random chores for people in different neighborhoods: Helping old women across the street, or carrying their groceries, assisting people in finding lost pets and even with some yard work. Most people he encountered cleaning out gutters didn't exactly like to do so, but Roman...Roman didn't care. It was something that helped him to blend in and look like just another townie doing household duties. That was the key to staying hidden, by placing himself in the lives of others. If he remained a hermit out in the woodlands with his own shack, it would be the first place they would look. It was hard to detect a single person in a city full of people, and covering the place block by block would use far too much man power. Roman also had the advantage of needing others like him to sniff him out. That in and of itself meant that those pursuing him would have to be extremely discrete. No large scale operations could be carried out, and those traveling incognito could not have their firearms with them.



And thus, Roman could live a somewhat normal life. Of all the places for him to go, Japan would be one of the last on the list. His cousin was rumored to live here, but Cousin Sergei was known to move a lot. He might have been here for a few years, but for all Roman knew the guy could have already been to the USA, or even Canada. Sergei owned no property here, either, and the last place he rented from was in Tokyo. If they already looked for him here in Japan, they were already gone. Would the government come back? Yes. He did not know what it was that made him come to Karakura. It was...nice. Friendly, to some extent. He could make legit money helping people to keep up the disguise he hadn't stolen money from the places getting broken into. He kept himself well bathed and was on top of his hygiene game.



Today, Roman found himself a little restaurant that was run by another foreign person, a girl in her early twenties. Papa Bear's, it served mostly Mediterranean food, as well as American food. It was a teen hot spot due to the “eccentric” food that people could buy here. From time to time, the girl even put up Russian dishes. Her father had passed away close to ten years ago, died in one of the parks and it is said that his ghost still haunts that place. Roman was there, didn't see him. He did see other ghosts, and heard some rather disturbing sounds at night from time to time. But he kept to himself and stayed out of the way. If anyone here was the ghost, it was him.



Sipping at his coffee, Roman's eyes scanned the newspaper. The owner of Papa Bear's, Alexandria, walked by in her grease covered apron and waved. She was a nice kid, gave him free meals and he repaid the favor by helping out from time to time doing menial things like taking out the garbage and mopping at closing. Today he ordered something the girl said her father made the best, and she hadn't had better. Beef kebobs, served with pita bread, a cucumber sauce and a massive plate of french fries. The only thing Roman knew he looked forward to this day, was eating and being on his way. Anything else in store...Well...He'd have to deal with it when the time came.

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