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tampered2006-12-27 11:06 pm
Log; Complete
When; Dec 27, night
Rating; PG-13, at least
Characters; Grimmjow Jaggerjack [
6thsword] & Hinamori Momo [
hajikemomo] (open to the shinigami going clubbing too, but it's kind of... a personal moment...)
Summary; Hinamori reluctantly follows Isane, Soifon, Yoruichi, Greed, and Nell to Club Automatica but runs into a certain arrancar there who'd been doing his best to avoid her all day.
Log;
The monsters near the surface were too weak to be even called cannon fodder, but Grimmjow had lurked in the area all day. Though he'd wanted to go deeper into the Underground, people's constant insistances that it wasn't a challenge at all made him hesitate. Why waste the effort if there wasn't anything down there that would do much damage? But at the same time, the arrancar wanted to get as far away from the City, Aizen and the others, those shinigami, and her as possible. He needed to deal with any internal conflicts his own way -- through unrelenting bloodshed.
It irked him that the most killing he'd done was through a subway explosion. As fun as that had been, his zanpakutou was hungry. It'd have to satisfy itself on bestial blood.
It was late into the night, and Grimmjow still hadn't descended into the next level of the Underground. Instead, he was standing outside the doors to Club Automatica, glowering furiously at the gaudy neon lights. He hadn't had a drink from the place in a while. With a shrug, the arrancar pushed his way inside and lost himself in the crowd.
Rating; PG-13, at least
Characters; Grimmjow Jaggerjack [
Summary; Hinamori reluctantly follows Isane, Soifon, Yoruichi, Greed, and Nell to Club Automatica but runs into a certain arrancar there who'd been doing his best to avoid her all day.
Log;
The monsters near the surface were too weak to be even called cannon fodder, but Grimmjow had lurked in the area all day. Though he'd wanted to go deeper into the Underground, people's constant insistances that it wasn't a challenge at all made him hesitate. Why waste the effort if there wasn't anything down there that would do much damage? But at the same time, the arrancar wanted to get as far away from the City, Aizen and the others, those shinigami, and her as possible. He needed to deal with any internal conflicts his own way -- through unrelenting bloodshed.
It irked him that the most killing he'd done was through a subway explosion. As fun as that had been, his zanpakutou was hungry. It'd have to satisfy itself on bestial blood.
It was late into the night, and Grimmjow still hadn't descended into the next level of the Underground. Instead, he was standing outside the doors to Club Automatica, glowering furiously at the gaudy neon lights. He hadn't had a drink from the place in a while. With a shrug, the arrancar pushed his way inside and lost himself in the crowd.
