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paixaorpg2006-07-15 03:36 am
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And it's a new start. [ACTIVE]
Character(s): Kurosaki Ichigo, L and possibly anyone else who stumbles upon the two?
Content: The shinigami and the detective; this is going to be interesting.
Setting: Joutenheim gate, then somewhere between Porfavore's and the Vanaheim train station.
Time: Mid afternoon
Warnings: None (except a little swearing maybe.)
Three essays down, two to go. Ichigo sighed, shuffling the sheets of paper carelessly strewn all over his desk; those essays were due in two days, but he figured he could use a nap before continuing. Besides, he noticed, the sky was darkening and it was barely past 2pm. That meant only one thing: rain, and what better weather to sleep in?
Once the desk was packed, Ichigo headed for his bed, slumping into it and staring at the ceiling for a minute or two before finally dozing off. It seemed like less than two seconds had passed when he opened his eyes again, and something felt wrong the moment he did. He was face down, for once thing, but that wasn't the point. Whatever he was lying on itched like- hey, when did it become so bright?
He wasn't at home anymore; he was outside. Somewhere.
Ichigo pulled himself off the ground, dusting his clothes off before looking up to check his surroundings. A huge gate, a long line of people he'd never seen before, grass that somehow didn't look like grass (!?)... nothing around him even vaguely resembled Karakura. At all. Was this some kind of sick joke? At any rate, it was bound to be something his old man was involved in; it was highly impossible for either Karin or Yuzu to drag him off someplace this remote.
Since there was nothing else he could do, Ichigo wandered over to the line of people. He had no idea what they were waiting for, but to just hang around and see didn't sound like such a bad idea, seeing that he didn't really have other choices anyway. Most of them looked as clueless as he was and, spotting a booth up at the end of the line, Ichigo decided to keep his questions to himself. Maybe there was someone in charge there he could ask.
He was wrong, though; after nearly half an hour of waiting, all the weathered old man at the end of the line did was ask for his name, then brusquely brush him off after he'd answered. Tired and more annoyed than anything else, Ichigo opened his mouth again to yell at the guy, only to be hurriedly pushed along somewhere, somehow ending up in the middle of a quiet street and feeling terribly confoozled. He was now also holding some sort of... small, metallic looking rectangular object. The boy examined it for a short while before flipping open the cover to reveal a screen and a miniature keyboard. It was probably a small computer of some sort, and it looked insanely expensive. He wondered if he'd have to pay for it anytime soon, but dismissed that thought, stuffing the little device into his back pocket. Time to do a bit of exploration.
Content: The shinigami and the detective; this is going to be interesting.
Setting: Joutenheim gate, then somewhere between Porfavore's and the Vanaheim train station.
Time: Mid afternoon
Warnings: None (except a little swearing maybe.)
Three essays down, two to go. Ichigo sighed, shuffling the sheets of paper carelessly strewn all over his desk; those essays were due in two days, but he figured he could use a nap before continuing. Besides, he noticed, the sky was darkening and it was barely past 2pm. That meant only one thing: rain, and what better weather to sleep in?
Once the desk was packed, Ichigo headed for his bed, slumping into it and staring at the ceiling for a minute or two before finally dozing off. It seemed like less than two seconds had passed when he opened his eyes again, and something felt wrong the moment he did. He was face down, for once thing, but that wasn't the point. Whatever he was lying on itched like- hey, when did it become so bright?
He wasn't at home anymore; he was outside. Somewhere.
Ichigo pulled himself off the ground, dusting his clothes off before looking up to check his surroundings. A huge gate, a long line of people he'd never seen before, grass that somehow didn't look like grass (!?)... nothing around him even vaguely resembled Karakura. At all. Was this some kind of sick joke? At any rate, it was bound to be something his old man was involved in; it was highly impossible for either Karin or Yuzu to drag him off someplace this remote.
Since there was nothing else he could do, Ichigo wandered over to the line of people. He had no idea what they were waiting for, but to just hang around and see didn't sound like such a bad idea, seeing that he didn't really have other choices anyway. Most of them looked as clueless as he was and, spotting a booth up at the end of the line, Ichigo decided to keep his questions to himself. Maybe there was someone in charge there he could ask.
He was wrong, though; after nearly half an hour of waiting, all the weathered old man at the end of the line did was ask for his name, then brusquely brush him off after he'd answered. Tired and more annoyed than anything else, Ichigo opened his mouth again to yell at the guy, only to be hurriedly pushed along somewhere, somehow ending up in the middle of a quiet street and feeling terribly confoozled. He was now also holding some sort of... small, metallic looking rectangular object. The boy examined it for a short while before flipping open the cover to reveal a screen and a miniature keyboard. It was probably a small computer of some sort, and it looked insanely expensive. He wondered if he'd have to pay for it anytime soon, but dismissed that thought, stuffing the little device into his back pocket. Time to do a bit of exploration.
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