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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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A moment later, she was on the floor, spitting up blood and a few teeth, nose slightly crooked. She could tell that one eye would be black later, but that wasn't the formost thing on her mind. The blade that once again pressed itself to her throat, leaving a thin line of crimson was.