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Log: Ongoing
When; Sat night
Rating; R for violence
Characters; Kuchiki Rukia![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
juicebox_woes, Kurosaki Ichigo strawberried, Inoue Orihime soten_kisshun, Di Roy tiburonoculto, Hirako Shinji orthodontic, maybe more.
Summary; It's the vailent rescue effort jo!
Log;
Pain was all she felt at first, violet eyes slitting open momentarily before they clenched shut with a wince at the pain that lanced through her skull at the dim light. Biting back a groan of pain, Rukia simply let herself lay on the hard floor, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Her head ached, her ribs burned, and her vision was hazy. She could tell it was a room of some sort, with hard floor and fairly sparse furnishing. But other then that, she didnt really know.
Where...where am I?
Rating; R for violence
Characters; Kuchiki Rukia
juicebox_woes, Kurosaki Ichigo strawberried, Inoue Orihime soten_kisshun, Di Roy tiburonoculto, Hirako Shinji orthodontic, maybe more.Summary; It's the vailent rescue effort jo!
Log;
Pain was all she felt at first, violet eyes slitting open momentarily before they clenched shut with a wince at the pain that lanced through her skull at the dim light. Biting back a groan of pain, Rukia simply let herself lay on the hard floor, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Her head ached, her ribs burned, and her vision was hazy. She could tell it was a room of some sort, with hard floor and fairly sparse furnishing. But other then that, she didnt really know.
Where...where am I?
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His temper flared, visible in the tightening of his grip on her neck and the twitch in his one visible eye.
"Oh?" He snapped, grip spasming tighter, tighter, loving the erratic pulse beneath his hand, heady on the feeling of dominance.
"What do you call this?" The Numeros easily threw the petite shinigami to the ground, snapping the back of her skull to the floor with an audible crack, crouching over her with a toothed grin.
"Cause I call that you getting your ass kicked around, ice bitch. Gonna call that punk of yours for help?" He picked her up roughly, threw her against the far wall haphazardly and began to draw his zanpakutou, reveling in the superiority of the moment.
"Maybe if you scream all girly-like he'll come for ya."