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Best bars. List 'em. [SHORT AND RELATIVELY ABRUPT. someone is not a happy camper.]



[he's also sitting out in the grounds somewhere, not far from the castle, flicking through his journal like some kind of wild bear rifling through a backpack full of tent pegs in search of a jerky. his zanpakutou is sitting sheathed on the grass beside him but he's dressed casually, and really not paying attention to much else but the book he's tearing through.

he is wearing the most furious expression avaliable to a man whose fight is with a journal. feel free to interrupt. he will not appreciate it :|b]

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[ino]

[LMFAO RENJI. you poor baby. she will interrupt you all she likes, she has the right, okay. she's walking from the castle to the city ... and spots ... a familiar ginger 8|

... sneaks a little closer]


... !!

[she sounds incredulous] Renji?!

[nostray.livejournal.com]

[RAGE RAGE RAGE it takes him... at least thirty seconds to even realise that was his name spoken at which point he looks around and

...what do you want blond chick

do i have a fanbase here already]

Yeah? What?

[ino]

[LMFAO AND AT THAT POINT SHE IS LOOKING LIKE ... are you an idiot]

I ... didn't realize you were back. [sheesh, you look mad ... ffff]

[nostray.livejournal.com]

[DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK OKAY I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF DISASTER oh wait shit 'back'... there's a short pause in which he blinks. blinks. blinks again... and decides he hasn't got time for giving a damn about how weird that is there are more important things at hand]

... yeah well. Seems like I am. Hi. [and then he turns back to his journal sdfkjsdf SORRY INO BAD TIME]

1/2

[ino]

[sdkfsfl HOW RUDE. MAKING THIS FACE ...]

in which there is lots of description and little action /facepalm

[encourage]

[ It's not uncommon to see people sitting out and around the castle grounds. Half the time people are even out there doing acrobatics, or sparring if that's what's on their mind, or possibly even doing interpretive dance to appease the unknown entity that was Paradisa with it's odd appetites.

Either way, Sakura's more inclined to pass by until she notices the intensity this stranger is page flipping through his journal. Is he looking for something in particular?

Unfortunately, as she's learned the last two months, being mute and attempting to attract attention can sometimes go horribly wrong, so as attractive as the idea is to just walk up and tap this stranger on the shoulder, he's got what looks like a sword right down near him, and most people she knew who were trained fighters didn't like sudden unwarranted physical contact.

So instead she shuffles her feet and clears her throat, moving around to the side of his general location and doing her best to appear like she's curious just in case he looks up. The cant of her head, the slight widening of her eyes -- this is a science! ... That earns her no rewards and limited overall feedback.

Alas. ]

it's okay i love your descriptions B)

[nostray.livejournal.com]

[SADLY, in the state of rage he's currently consumed by, a little polite shuffling and throat clearing isn't going to do her much good. lucky it is, then, that roughly two minutes later he gets angry enough to toss his journal with a little enraged snarl, and it lands right at her feet.

... oh. hello there, pink haired chick.

he glancess up at her, leaving his book at her feet for a moment as his eyebrow raises.]

Y'want somethin'?

oh good, I end up doing rather a lot of them around here 8]

[encourage]

[ Sakura quirks up an eyebrow in return, crouching down to pick up his journal. She starts "speaking," stopping herself with a little sigh since NOTHING HAPPENS but sixteen years of talking makes two months of not hearing anything when she tries still hasn't made her stop.

With a small pseudo-sound of frustration, she pens out a short note on a small notepad she produced from an interior pocket, using his journal as a really awkward writing desk. ]

What're you looking for?

[ Helpfully, she holds this up and directed at him as soon as she stops writing. ]

huhuhu i look forward to many more in the future B)

[nostray.livejournal.com]

[he kind of just... stares at her as she collects up his journal, proceeds to use it to lean on. what's she getting at? couldn't she just make conversation like everybody else in this place didn't seem to have a problem in doing. not that a moment of peace wasn't welcome amongst all the yammering, but...

he reads the message as she shows it to him, then pauses a moment. ... huh]

... Takin' a vow o' silence?

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

_{[Hey, Abarai, check out the elf-man on the huge dragon-horse trotting in your general direction. Ashura pauses as they draw nearer, urging his mount, Svitana, to slow.]}

Going camping in this weather?

_{[Ashura is wrapped in like six layers, mm k?]}

[nostray.livejournal.com]

[RAGE RAGE RA-- wait what. ...what. staring up all... what is going on here. have this expression, mr elf-man, what is happening]

...what.

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

_{[Svitana shakes his head, letting out a wet snort, shifting so that Ashura is more properly displayed upon his back. Ashura blinks down at Renji.]}

A bit cold to be spending nights out doors.

_{[He was sure he recognized that voice...]}

[nostray.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Well, don't much care. Better out here than in there.

[there is a certain amount of loathing in that response... fucking castle B(]

[ino]

[LMFAO RENJI. you poor baby. she will interrupt you all she likes, she has the right, okay. she's walking from the castle to the city ... and spots ... a familiar ginger 8|

... sneaks a little closer]


... !!

[she sounds incredulous] Renji?!

[nostray.livejournal.com]

[RAGE RAGE RAGE it takes him... at least thirty seconds to even realise that was his name spoken at which point he looks around and

...what do you want blond chick

do i have a fanbase here already]

Yeah? What?

[ino]

[LMFAO AND AT THAT POINT SHE IS LOOKING LIKE ... are you an idiot]

I ... didn't realize you were back. [sheesh, you look mad ... ffff]

[nostray.livejournal.com]

[DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK OKAY I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF DISASTER oh wait shit 'back'... there's a short pause in which he blinks. blinks. blinks again... and decides he hasn't got time for giving a damn about how weird that is there are more important things at hand]

... yeah well. Seems like I am. Hi. [and then he turns back to his journal sdfkjsdf SORRY INO BAD TIME]

in which there is lots of description and little action /facepalm

[encourage]

[ It's not uncommon to see people sitting out and around the castle grounds. Half the time people are even out there doing acrobatics, or sparring if that's what's on their mind, or possibly even doing interpretive dance to appease the unknown entity that was Paradisa with it's odd appetites.

Either way, Sakura's more inclined to pass by until she notices the intensity this stranger is page flipping through his journal. Is he looking for something in particular?

Unfortunately, as she's learned the last two months, being mute and attempting to attract attention can sometimes go horribly wrong, so as attractive as the idea is to just walk up and tap this stranger on the shoulder, he's got what looks like a sword right down near him, and most people she knew who were trained fighters didn't like sudden unwarranted physical contact.

So instead she shuffles her feet and clears her throat, moving around to the side of his general location and doing her best to appear like she's curious just in case he looks up. The cant of her head, the slight widening of her eyes -- this is a science! ... That earns her no rewards and limited overall feedback.

Alas. ]

it's okay i love your descriptions B)

[nostray.livejournal.com]

[SADLY, in the state of rage he's currently consumed by, a little polite shuffling and throat clearing isn't going to do her much good. lucky it is, then, that roughly two minutes later he gets angry enough to toss his journal with a little enraged snarl, and it lands right at her feet.

... oh. hello there, pink haired chick.

he glancess up at her, leaving his book at her feet for a moment as his eyebrow raises.]

Y'want somethin'?

oh good, I end up doing rather a lot of them around here 8]

[encourage]

[ Sakura quirks up an eyebrow in return, crouching down to pick up his journal. She starts "speaking," stopping herself with a little sigh since NOTHING HAPPENS but sixteen years of talking makes two months of not hearing anything when she tries still hasn't made her stop.

With a small pseudo-sound of frustration, she pens out a short note on a small notepad she produced from an interior pocket, using his journal as a really awkward writing desk. ]

What're you looking for?

[ Helpfully, she holds this up and directed at him as soon as she stops writing. ]

huhuhu i look forward to many more in the future B)

[nostray.livejournal.com]

[he kind of just... stares at her as she collects up his journal, proceeds to use it to lean on. what's she getting at? couldn't she just make conversation like everybody else in this place didn't seem to have a problem in doing. not that a moment of peace wasn't welcome amongst all the yammering, but...

he reads the message as she shows it to him, then pauses a moment. ... huh]

... Takin' a vow o' silence?

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

_{[Hey, Abarai, check out the elf-man on the huge dragon-horse trotting in your general direction. Ashura pauses as they draw nearer, urging his mount, Svitana, to slow.]}

Going camping in this weather?

_{[Ashura is wrapped in like six layers, mm k?]}

[nostray.livejournal.com]

[RAGE RAGE RA-- wait what. ...what. staring up all... what is going on here. have this expression, mr elf-man, what is happening]

...what.

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

_{[Svitana shakes his head, letting out a wet snort, shifting so that Ashura is more properly displayed upon his back. Ashura blinks down at Renji.]}

A bit cold to be spending nights out doors.

_{[He was sure he recognized that voice...]}

[nostray.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Well, don't much care. Better out here than in there.

[there is a certain amount of loathing in that response... fucking castle B(]