Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies, ashes to ashes, we all fall down. [COMPLETED]

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Character(s): Matsumoto Rangiku, Ichimaru Gin, Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia, Zaraki Kenpachi, and anyone else at the Morem o Lisboa who might want to join in.
Content: Ran checks up on Gin, and quite possibly courts trouble. Ichigo having chatted with a certain Rukia through the network, decides to go downstairs to meet her at the lobby. Kenpachi, on the other hand, is enjoying the fact that is he is dry and indoors.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa [M4].
Time: Thursday really early morning.
Warnings: Gin, Kenpachi, Ichigo and Aizen -- in one room.





Ran set her hand against the wall and sighed softly, feeling fatigue slowly sinking in. The day had turned out longer than she had hoped, and the opportunity for some real shut-eye was still just beyond her reach.

She sluggishly descended down the steps, fully aware that she was going to check to see if he was still lingering outside. Halting for a moment, she wondered if it was even wise to actually sate her curiosity.

It was now nearing roughly three hours past midnight -- roughly three hours since she'd snuck him some leftovers. After their little encounter she'd slipped back into the hotel to distract the kitchen staff with a little bit of conversation as she pocketed half a loaf of bread and some hard-boiled eggs under the counter. She gone back out shortly, with the random excuse of having dropped something. The last thing she remembered was handing the edible items over to Gin before promptly heading back inside to see to her own comforts: a bath -- a long, warm one under the shower spray wherein -- no, she did not cry.

She set her hand on the handle and paused, attempting to convince herself that it would only be an empty alley way. Gin would be gone, as always, with only the shadows left behind.

Still.

It couldn't hurt to look.

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He was a creature of habit, after all, and some things were harder to ignore than others. While Kenpachi often preferred to lurk Seiretei like a solitary beast on the prowl (even if the effect was muddied a bit by his cheerful pink-haired shoulder ornament), his life as a wandering bloodied swordsman was for the most part left behind him. So even though he was no longer in the Court of Pure Souls, Kenpachi still had a tendency to ... lurk.

The dark hiding place he'd taken up as his own beneath an awninged window on the back corner of the hotel would loosing its shadowed vantage come the midday sun, but at this hour and with the rain clouds blocking out what little light was to be had, it was a perfectly gloomy place for an equally dark Captain to sit. Sitting with his zanpakutou resting between his knees and against the hollow of his neck, Kenpachi was busy watching the earliest rain drops spatter the paving stones. A low growl of thunder made his browridges raise a fraction - he feared nothing, but he wasn't about to perch under a shoddy canvas awning during a thunderstorm when he could sit inside a perfectly-acceptable hotel and leer at the passing occupants.

Entering through the back of the hotel - a route almost as familiar to him now as his old haunts in Seireitei, he came upon the back of a familiar head seated on one of the strange things he was told was a 'sofa'. They had nothing of the like in Seireitei, and Kenpachi usually preferred the floor anyway. But either way, whatever the thing was, there was no mistaking the lesser-ranking woman who had been adopted into a Noble House. No doubt his hair adornments had given him away already, so Kenpachi wasn't about to try and act inconspicuous.

Instead he merely stopped over her shoulder behind the sofa, a rumbling chuckle sounding deep in his chest. "Na, little Kuchiki ... how nice of ya to drop in on our little refugee camp here."

[shinigamicoda.livejournal.com]

(ooc. Sorry for the delay. D:)

After her conversation with Ichigo, she found herself swimming in a rather interesting mix of emotions. Of course, outwardly she was as collected as ever but inwardly she was screaming, wishing and willing his feet to move faster so she could see him again. It had certainly been a while...

...It was then she caught the familiar tinkling of bells just behind her and she chuckled inwardly; so Ichigo had been right, Zaraki Kenpachi was wandering the hotel. She turned as he greeted her, staring up at the large man before nodding. "Refugee camp? Strange way to word it but it works nonetheless."