tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; September 19 (what might have been day)
Rating; PG?
Characters; Rangiku, Sands and possibly Veronica (later if she wants ^^)
Summary; Sands keeps finding Rangiku in the oddest places and circumstances.
Log;

Rangiku’s barely visible under the foliage of a large flowering bush. All that can seen of her is a pair of ice blue eyes peering out from behind the large, dark green leaves. She’s spent her day hiding out in the garden, moving from one spot to another to keep from being found. Unlike normal, she's thin; too thin, and has the look of a woman used one time too many. Her eyes are dull, her hair hanging in lank strands around her dirty face.

Every noise makes her tense up, ready to move away, but she told him she’d be here. She's sure he'll look. If he can find her, she's willing to do as he asks, no matter what it might be.

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He's warm behind her, but she's not comforted much by the embrace. Her body screams for freedom, but it's not strong enough to gain it. The options he gives her leave a lot to be desired, but she decides to be compliant. Not that she has much choice.

"Whatever you want, just please let me go."

As soon as he releases her, she turns to face him, staring. For some odd reason, her eyes find his and can't seem to waver from them.

"Where are you taking me?"

Sands doesn't mind her looking at him like she is. Gives him time to stare right back at her.

"Home. It's warm. The girl is waiting for you. I've got hot food there-" He quickly glances at the garden with an eyebrow raised.
"And no fucking flowers."
He holds his hand out to her looking exactly like he did in the beginning of your push and pull courtship. Except for his eyes looking right into hers.
"Let me take care of you. I'm a fuck up but I'm doing the best I can."

The curse brings a half smile to her lips, even if it falters a little when his hand moves towards her. Without looking away, her hand reaches up, her thin fingers curling into his. It's a sign of subconscious trust, and a desire to just be somewhere other than by herself.

The thought of food helps, too.

"The girl... the one that was talking to me on the box, right? She's there, too?"

Sands gives her his best and most patient smile. It's nice to have her like this. He prefers her strong and mentally all there but for a little while this could be nice too once she's convinced he's not going to bash her head on a rock.

"She's there waiting for you. She gave me this to give to you."
Keeping a hold of her hand he crouches down to rifle through the pillow case coming out with a very large bag of m&m's. He pushes it toward her, letting go of her hand so she can eat, only to lay it on her lower back to steer her the way he wants her to go.

"By tomorrow you wont be hungry anymore. Promise."

Her eyes widen when she sees the bag of chocolate. It doesn't take her long to tuck into the candies, only startling a little when she notices his hand on her back. He's right; he could've hurt her by now, but since he hasn't, she allows him to steer her along. She's silent for a few minutes, then pauses and glances over at him again.

"I remember seeing someone like you, but he was different."

He sneaks glances at her between scanning the crowed milling about in their own business. Nothing strange here - just move along.

"There are a couple hanging around. Just bad copies of the real thing. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over. You can tell I'm real because I don't have the stupid accent. My name is Sands."
Sands leads her around a corner, anxious to get her inside before she can finish off the candy.

"Almost there now."

Her lips curl down into a slight frown when she notices the supply getting a little lower. Insecurity comes back in a rush, but she tries to keep it hidden from her companion. If things go wrong, she might still be able to get away if he doesn't notice...

"Sands... I've heard that somewhere," she murmurs as she digs into the bag again.

He opts not to break her brain any more today then he has to. So pointing out that she's said it a thousand times by now is decided against.
"It's a common last name, sugar butt."

Coming to the building they share he holds the door open for her with a smile. Sands isn't taking his attention off her long enough for her to make a break for it.

She snorts and glowers. "Don't call me that," was a soft mutter from her lips as she passes him and enters the building, pausing for only a moment at the closed space. She turns enough to glance back over her shoulder at the outside, knowing if she was going to try and leave, now was the time.

Her body moves to turn, only to find him in her path.

He laughs at that. It's good to hear her familiar complaint about his nick name for her. She's still Rangiku.
When she's obviously planning to run for it he smiles holding a lollipop.

"Now now. You don't wanna do that. It's not safe out there and you'll hurt my feelings if you leave now."
He takes her hand again and leads her up the stairs.

Frankly, she's not worried about hurting his feelings, but she has little choice but to follow him. Her free hand works the sucker in and out of her mouth, the show vaguely obscene without it being intended as such. There's a sense of familiarity as she crosses into his apartment, which sets her a little more at ease, but she still remains watchful.

As she moves to sit on the couch, El jumps up and settles on her lap with a loud purr. Her hand strokes soft fur as she looks up at Sands.

"Happy now? I'm here."

Sands is concentrating on the way she works that sucker so hard he runs smack into the wall as they turn a corner. Recovering quickly he has the guilty look of a house cat that silently insists no one saw a thing and that was obviously some other cat.

He sets the pillow case still full of fruit and bread beside her.
"I'm on the verge of doing the Snoppy dance. Veronica!"
Sands stays between Ran and the door until his assistant comes in.

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