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paixaorpg2006-03-12 05:11 pm
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Peek-a-Boo [Closed/Complete]
Character(s): Ichimaru Gin. Rangiku Matsumoto
Content: Ichimaru wants to play hide-n-seek with Ran. :">
Setting: Morem o Lisboa-ish area.
Time: Wednesday Evening
Warnings: Slight language.
Gin both liked and disliked trains. Normally, the like outweighed the dislike, but he wasn't so sure this time. His dislike stemmed from the fact that riding the train gave much time for nostalgia to settle in. It was an emotion that bothered the ex-captain, because he felt that it was a bit unnecessary. Nostlagia only ceased to give way to things long past, things Gin was currently regretting he had turned his back on. The silver-haired shinigami knew there was no way to reverse time, so why dwell on such things? An uncharacteristic sigh flew from in between parted lips as the train pulled to a stop. Gin looked up, noting the name of the stop.
"Morem o Lisboa. Hm. Whatta mouthful." A curious expression came over his features, nostalgia now forgotten and pushed aside. He pulled himself up, this stop sounded good. Besides, it was nighttime, he didn't want to be stuck riding in circles on a train all night. Just wasn't a safe thing to do.
As Gin stepped off the train, onto the rather cold platform, he took a quick glance at his surroundings. Didn't look all that much different from that other place he had been. Nifullhaym or some other such nonsensical word. But, it did have the prospect of a place to sleep nearby, if he had read the sign nearby right. Unless "hotel" meant something other than "place to sleep", Gin assumed he was pretty ok. Then it struck him.
He had no money. Rats.
The shinigami frowned much like a little boy who hadn't gotten his way at the thought. Gin had never really needed money. And even so, the skinny ex-captain wasn't so sure this Paixao place would take the currency he used. Just his luck. Thin shoulders shrugged, he would find somewhere to go. He could feel it in his bones. Unless that was just the cold air settling under his skin, of course. Time for a little walking, a little exploring.
Not unlike old days. Now only if he had someone blonde looking for him, it would be perfect.
Content: Ichimaru wants to play hide-n-seek with Ran. :">
Setting: Morem o Lisboa-ish area.
Time: Wednesday Evening
Warnings: Slight language.
Gin both liked and disliked trains. Normally, the like outweighed the dislike, but he wasn't so sure this time. His dislike stemmed from the fact that riding the train gave much time for nostalgia to settle in. It was an emotion that bothered the ex-captain, because he felt that it was a bit unnecessary. Nostlagia only ceased to give way to things long past, things Gin was currently regretting he had turned his back on. The silver-haired shinigami knew there was no way to reverse time, so why dwell on such things? An uncharacteristic sigh flew from in between parted lips as the train pulled to a stop. Gin looked up, noting the name of the stop.
"Morem o Lisboa. Hm. Whatta mouthful." A curious expression came over his features, nostalgia now forgotten and pushed aside. He pulled himself up, this stop sounded good. Besides, it was nighttime, he didn't want to be stuck riding in circles on a train all night. Just wasn't a safe thing to do.
As Gin stepped off the train, onto the rather cold platform, he took a quick glance at his surroundings. Didn't look all that much different from that other place he had been. Nifullhaym or some other such nonsensical word. But, it did have the prospect of a place to sleep nearby, if he had read the sign nearby right. Unless "hotel" meant something other than "place to sleep", Gin assumed he was pretty ok. Then it struck him.
He had no money. Rats.
The shinigami frowned much like a little boy who hadn't gotten his way at the thought. Gin had never really needed money. And even so, the skinny ex-captain wasn't so sure this Paixao place would take the currency he used. Just his luck. Thin shoulders shrugged, he would find somewhere to go. He could feel it in his bones. Unless that was just the cold air settling under his skin, of course. Time for a little walking, a little exploring.
Not unlike old days. Now only if he had someone blonde looking for him, it would be perfect.
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She nearly dropped her little toy -- she'd certainly felt the metal slip from her fingers tips, and had only caught it in time because she could rect faster than it could connect to the pavement.
The whistling faded, though it rang still in her ears. And her hands felt cold. So very, very cold.
Had she been wrong?
Rangiku rose, the wind picking up from the south, causing her robes to ripple about her feet. The shinigami was torn in two. Go after his faded silhouette, his shadow that could be no more than the result of too little sleep and an overactive imagination... or stay in the light of Morem of Lisboa, where voices echoed out towards her, floating in the air?
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It permeated the air around the shinigami, making his lips quirk just slightly at the ends. He took immense pleasure out of the fact that he was causing a little bit of discord. It was his nature, really. Some said that he was just plain mean, be Gin just saw it as a little game. What fun is life without games? There was also the fact that she was so close, so very close. She drove him crazy, making him want to run to the ends of the earth--if it would outdo his last charade. The fact remained (even in this weird world) that he hated losing control of himself, but his childhood friend made him do exactly that.
It made him tense, irritated, unpredictable.
Still, he kept up his tune, walking at a purposefully slow pace, hoping with every bit that she'd follow. Strange, because Gin was perfectly fine by himself. He could function just as easily without anyone's help.
But you can't live without her his mind whispered, feeling for a moment, like it was an entity of its very own. It sent a chill down his spine, that just wasn't something he wanted to think about. Because he knew, deep down, that the little irritating voice was right.
And oh how Gin hated when it was right.