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tampered2006-09-08 07:44 pm
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Log: Complete
When; September 8th, evening
Rating; PG for language
Characters; Rangiku![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
10thdiv_haineko and Sands blind_shot
Summary; Sands finds a broken and bloody Ran.
Log;
Dim light filtered in through the dust covered windows, lighting the bare floor of the warehouse. Rangiku lay sprawled against a wall, covered in drying blood and the dust that covers everything in the warehouse (barring the living areas). Eyes closed, she didn’t notice how her sword arm hung limp at her side; her hand so caked in dust and blood that no skin showed through. Her opposite hand was curled over her waist, covering one of the many spots that had been run though by the tentacle-like appendages her opponent had sported after he released his zanpakutou. Her shoulder bore a matching hole, and her legs were marred with smaller punctures that still oozed sluggishly.
The bruises that covered her had ached at first, but she’d gone past the point of feeling individual hurt. Now, the ache was dying off, but she knew why. She’d been beaten battered past much help, and all she had to do now was wait. Wait to heal, or wait to die. She didn’t really know and couldn’t spare the energy to think about it.
Rating; PG for language
Characters; Rangiku
10thdiv_haineko and Sands blind_shotSummary; Sands finds a broken and bloody Ran.
Log;
Dim light filtered in through the dust covered windows, lighting the bare floor of the warehouse. Rangiku lay sprawled against a wall, covered in drying blood and the dust that covers everything in the warehouse (barring the living areas). Eyes closed, she didn’t notice how her sword arm hung limp at her side; her hand so caked in dust and blood that no skin showed through. Her opposite hand was curled over her waist, covering one of the many spots that had been run though by the tentacle-like appendages her opponent had sported after he released his zanpakutou. Her shoulder bore a matching hole, and her legs were marred with smaller punctures that still oozed sluggishly.
The bruises that covered her had ached at first, but she’d gone past the point of feeling individual hurt. Now, the ache was dying off, but she knew why. She’d been beaten battered past much help, and all she had to do now was wait. Wait to heal, or wait to die. She didn’t really know and couldn’t spare the energy to think about it.