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tampered2007-06-18 06:29 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; Now! :D
Rating; PG-13 for blood spillin' all over the place. Might change later~
Characters; Ichimaru Gin (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ginesis), Matsumoto Rangiku (10thdiv_haineko)
Summary; Gin really wants to forget.
Log;
"And as I lay me down to sleep..."
Red, red, red everywhere. It was pretty, real pretty against the silver, a color combination that always been Gin's favorite.
Did it hurt? Of course not. Gin was used to far more than this. It did make him slightly light-headed, though, and when combined with the accursed ticking, Gin found himself slowly being lulled to sleep.
The humming blocked out just enough of the ticking that it became bearable.
And when he slept, he could dream. He could imagine the feel of tatami to replace the hard asphalt.
It was kind of nice.
Rating; PG-13 for blood spillin' all over the place. Might change later~
Characters; Ichimaru Gin (
ginesis), Matsumoto Rangiku (10thdiv_haineko)Summary; Gin really wants to forget.
Log;
"And as I lay me down to sleep..."
Red, red, red everywhere. It was pretty, real pretty against the silver, a color combination that always been Gin's favorite.
Did it hurt? Of course not. Gin was used to far more than this. It did make him slightly light-headed, though, and when combined with the accursed ticking, Gin found himself slowly being lulled to sleep.
The humming blocked out just enough of the ticking that it became bearable.
And when he slept, he could dream. He could imagine the feel of tatami to replace the hard asphalt.
It was kind of nice.
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"Don't fuckin' talk t'me like that. Not this time. 'Cause for once, I ain't the one that wronged ya."
With a smirk, he got to his feet again, somehow finding strength despite the way his wounds continued to bleed.
Drip, drip, drip, like a twisted instrumental.