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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Feb 18, 2013 12:13:31 GMT -5
Sayuri wasn’t quite sure where she was right now. There had been an explosion…screaming…and Colin and Mother…the twins…and something shadowy. What had happened? It was hard to remember right now. Her vision was blurred and she felt herself moving, but she wasn’t the one doing it. There was a wailing coming from somewhere…sirens maybe? Could’ve been sirens. Everything was too hazy, too removed from her right now. She knew she was hurt. She wasn’t sure where, but it wasn’t a vital organ or anything. Broken bones, maybe? Whoever was taking her away wasn’t letting her move very much, so it was possible. They had been picnicking. Why wasn’t she at the park now? She struggled to remember, but it brought her closer to the surface of consciousness and that sent sharp spikes of pain traveling up and down her body. She gave a small scream before someone did something and blessed, painless darkness took her out again.
But unconsciousness didn’t keep hold of her long. It felt like no time had passed at all when her eyes suddenly snapped open and she screamed. It was right there, clear as the sunlight streaming through the window beside – a monstrous figure towering over her, its body twisted and grotesque, the strange white mask that was its face leering motionlessly at her as it taunted her and the twins with their mother and brother’s lifeless bodies. They were dead. Mother and Colin were dead and she had been too weak to do anything about it, too blind until it was too late. And then there was pain, redoubling her screams as she squirmed on the bed. Everything hurt – from her head to her fingers to her toes, it felt like she was on fire. She should be dead, too. Those black-robed warriors should have let it kill her instead of letting her endure this. She was too caught up in the pain to realize that someone had burst into the room. It wasn’t until they tried to restrain her that she reacted. “Keep off me! Monsters! Fiends! Get away from me!” she screamed in Gaelic as she flailed about. Terror shoved the pain aside as adrenaline skyrocketed through her veins. She wouldn’t let them touch her! She wouldn’t let them get her! She scrambled off the bed, bucking and squirming as something tried to pin her down.
“Dad! Ichi-nii! I can’t hold her! She’s too big!”
More commotion, more things coming into the room. Things wrestling her back onto the bed, strapping her down as she screamed and cursed them in Gaelic. And then there was a sharp prick in her right arm, followed by tingling and numbness. Then the darkness came again and she could not resist its warm embrace.
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Some time later:
Sayuri woke a lot more slowly this time. Her bleary eyes opened to see the last of the evening sunlight as it left a gentle, warm glow in the room where she was restrained. She didn’t feel quite so hysterical this time. She didn’t feel the pain as much either. Her body was just a dull ache now, but her heart…she wasn’t sure if it was numb or twisting in agony. Colin…Mother…they were gone. No more of Colin’s singing to brighten the day. No more of Mother’s quiet, soothing humming when she needed comfort. It had literally been ripped away from her in an instant. She turned her gaze from the fading sunlight to her hospital room. She assumed it was a hospital room at least. It sure looked like one. As her eyes flitted over the room, she noticed someone leaning in the doorway. She couldn’t really see who it was in the rapidly fading light and she wondered if she should feel concerned. But concern required too much energy and she just couldn’t be bothered with concern right now. “Who are you?” she asked hoarsely, slipping back into Japanese now that she was lucid.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Feb 18, 2013 13:25:50 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; border-top: #111 solid 15px; border-left: #111 solid 15px; background: url(http://i70.servimg.com/u/f70/17/63/20/72/black_10.png); width: 300px;] 000 WORDS TAGGED PEOPLE I'M NOT SUPERMAN so I can't say anything big like I'll protect everyone on earth. I'm not a modest guy who will say it's enough if I can protect as many people as my two hands can handle either. I want to protect a mountain-load of people. ICHIGO started when the girl spoke. He had not expected her to be awake. He had been told to go check on the new patient, so now here he was, wondering if there was any point in actually entering the room since it was pretty obvious that she was asleep, and he didn't want to disturb her. But when she asked him who she was, Ichigo was proven wrong. Not wanting to seem like a shady character by lingering in the shadows, he straightened up and walked until he was within roughly two feet of Sayuri's bed. He wanted to give her some space, especially in light of the way she had acted when she was first brought into the clinic. At first, he figured it was just another ordinary patient. Dad and Yuzu had it under control. Then the screaming started, and he had to run and help them restrain her. It wasn't the way you would expect a person to react right off the bat, even from a car accident; it was more like she had seen something that terrified her. He heard from Yuzu that she had been in a car accident, but something about that explanation seemed off. It had to be one hell of a traumatic car accident to make someone that paranoid, right? He wasn't going to hold any of that against her, of course. Waking up in an unfamiliar place after losing one's family could set anyone on edge. He knew that all too well. "I'm Ichigo. You're at my family's clinic right now." he said after he had stopped near her bedside. He didn't look particularly threatening, still wearing his black school uniform with the jacket left unbuttoned, as if he was either coming home from school, or just about to leave. Then again, lots of people thought Ichigo was a "delinquent" often based solely on his hair colour, even though it wasn't dyed at all. Ichigo was itching to ask questions about the accident, but even then, he couldn't be so inconsiderate. It was obviously a horrible experience for the girl, and he didn't want to make her relive those memories if she didn't want to. "So... how are you feeling?" he asked after a brief pause. He felt that he had to say something more, but he had no idea who she was. Before last night, he had never seen her before in his life. HAN: 22 | REI: 24 | HAK: 16 | SEI: 13 | BUK: 17 | HOH: 18 |
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Feb 18, 2013 14:23:43 GMT -5
Sayuri squinted slightly to get a better look at the kid that now stood about two feet from her bed. He looked like he might be about Hiro’s age, maybe a little older. It was a bit hard to tell with that uber-serious look on his face. He was definitely younger than her judging by the fact that he was wearing a school uniform, so it seemed odd that he was in what she had assumed was a hospital – stranger still that he was checking in on her. So it couldn’t actually be a hospital. Perhaps she had been taken to a clinic because her injuries weren’t that bad. That would make sense, if the park had been closer to this clinic than to a hospital.
“I'm Ichigo. You're at my family's clinic right now.”
Oh, good. Her brain wasn’t so completely addled that she couldn’t put two-and-two together anymore. That was a small comfort. “Ichigo…” she murmured to herself. That was a good name, though a bit funny when one combined it with his hair color. It was such a vibrant orange color, but there was no way it had come from a bottle – in her experience, that perfect of a color couldn’t be bought. People probably thought he was a thug. But he was warm, in spite of everything that would indicate otherwise. She wasn’t sure why she felt that way, but she did. Colin would have known exactly what she meant. He probably would’ve been able to explain it, too. He had always been so…eloquent and elegant…
“So... how are you feeling?”
Sayuri blinked, bringing Ichigo back into focus. There was a brief silence as her brain slowly processed the question. Physically, she would probably be fine. Physically, she felt alright. She couldn’t feel her left arm below the elbow, but that would probably fix itself eventually. But how was she feeling? She sighed and looked up at the ceiling, watching dust motes dance in the fading daylight. She shifted slightly, remembering that she was still strapped to the bed when she didn’t move very far. She wasn’t really sure how to respond to his question, but apparently concussions get rid of all filters so she just said the first thing that came to mind. “Like I am strapped to a bed after my life was drastically, horribly changed in the span of a few minutes and I do not even know if any of it was real or if I am as crazy as I sincerely hope I am. And I have a horrible case of cotton mouth. Whatever your family used to knock me out was some good, strong stuff.” She looked back at Ichigo and gave him a crooked, strained smile. “You can call me Ualas, by the way.”
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Feb 18, 2013 15:05:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; border-top: #111 solid 15px; border-left: #111 solid 15px; background: url(http://i70.servimg.com/u/f70/17/63/20/72/black_10.png); width: 300px;] 438 WORDS ICHIGO KUROSAKI I'M NOT SUPERMAN so I can't say anything big like I'll protect everyone on earth. I'm not a modest guy who will say it's enough if I can protect as many people as my two hands can handle either. I want to protect a mountain-load of people. SEEING the girl just stare at him for a few moments, Ichigo knew that he had asked a rather stupid and pointless question. She had just lost her family, how could she feel? Then again, he was asking more about her physical condition than emotional, not that he had bothered to make that part clear at all. It was just that he had no idea what to say, so by default, he asked how she felt. For all he knew, she wanted to be alone. Or maybe not. Maybe, after an experience like that, she wanted some company. It was a touch and go situation. If she sent him away, he wouldn't be offended. He felt relieved when she responded. She was good-natured, at least. Ichigo didn't think he would be, were he in such a situation. It was admirable. At least she wasn't screeching at him like she had been the night before. "I guess that was a stupid question, huh?" he said, with a slight smirk. "Is that your name?" he asked soon after. It was an odd name, he had never heard anything like it. But then again, he couldn't talk. Most people thought he was named after a fruit. He was always quick to correct those who assumed that, but it was still annoying as hell. At the mention of her being "strapped to a bed", Ichigo had to keep himself from saying something. It sounded so wrong, especially with him in the room. Now that Ualas' little episode seemed to be over, he didn't see any need for her to be restrained anymore. It was probably uncomfortable. With the intention to undo Ualas' restraints, Ichigo took a step forward and reached for the nearest one, only to stop and look over at her as if to ask for permission, since it would involve him getting pretty close to her and maybe even making physical contact. And no matter how much he tried to act cool and detached, he was extremely shy and modest when it came to things like that. He also had to wonder what she meant about whatever happened being real. Had she never been in a bad accident before and it surprised her? Or were there some other elements at play? Could it be possible that she was like he was? Could she see spirits? Whatever the case, he wasn't going to ask unless she wanted to talk about it. He wasn't overly interested in talking about ghosts like others normally would be. It wasn't cool at all and it didn't make him "special". It was more like a curse. HAN: 22 | REI: 24 | HAK: 16 | SEI: 13 | BUK: 17 | HOH: 18 |
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Feb 18, 2013 15:26:23 GMT -5
She gave a quiet snort. “Not stupid, just…ambiguous,” she said good-naturedly. But he probably had already guessed as much. It was a pretty standard question to ask in a situation like this. He probably hadn’t even meant her emotional state when asking it. This was a clinic, dealing with patients who had various physical ailments. It wasn’t their job to ask about how a person was holding up, just whether or not they were about to collapse or something like that. Mental filters – she needed to get them back in place ASAP. She would probably say something stupid, sarcastic and/or revealing if this kept up. “I promise to not bite you if you undo the restraints. And my good arm is too busted up to do anything to you anyways.” Apparently it was too late to avoid saying something stupid. She’d been thinking it, but why did she have to actually say it like that? So incredibly awkward.
At least it got the kid to start undoing the restraints. “My given name is Sayuri Ròs. Ualas is my family name. It’s Scottish,” she explained as he started on the restraints. When she felt the first one loosen, she felt herself relax. She hadn’t even realized she was tense to begin with, but she supposed it didn’t ultimately matter. “My family’s about the only ones who actually call me Sayuri anymore. Everyone else just calls me Ualas. I’m not quite sure why people call me Ualas. Even my friends do that. You’d think they’d just call me Sayuri or Ròs, but nope. Just Ualas. The twins say it’s cuz I’m terrifying and no one wants to be friendly with me, but Colin…” She paused as her mind turned back to Colin. Sweet, big-hearted Colin who couldn’t stand seeing anyone hurting or alone. She sighed as the last of the restraints fell away. "Colin liked to say it was because people respected me. Because I'm strong. Because I don't put up with people's bullshit. Mother said it was because I was too much like my father," she murmured as she slowly sat up. She carefully pulled her legs up - mindful of her bandaged arm - so she could rest her chin on her knees. "Fat lot of good any of it did today. They're still dead." At least she had unrestricted movement again – relatively speaking, of course. Her arm was still in bad shape and her whole body was still a dull ache, but she wouldn’t be stuck here if those shadow monsters decided to come back. "Thanks," she added, turning her head and tilting it slightly to look up at Ichigo. "I don't know about you, but I hate not being able to move. Feels like I'm trapped, you know?"
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Feb 19, 2013 1:50:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; border-top: #111 solid 15px; border-left: #111 solid 15px; background: url(http://i70.servimg.com/u/f70/17/63/20/72/black_10.png); width: 300px;] 264 WORDS ICHIGO KUROSAKI I'M NOT SUPERMAN so I can't say anything big like I'll protect everyone on earth. I'm not a modest guy who will say it's enough if I can protect as many people as my two hands can handle either. I want to protect a mountain-load of people. "True." Ichigo said in agreement to the statement that his question was ambiguous rather than just plain stupid. He was about to get to work undoing Sayuri's restraints when she spoke again. He paused for a second, not knowing what to say to that. He smirked and began to undo the restraints. He didn't say anything to that, not thinking that he really needed to. At least she had a sense of humour, even if it was a little odd. Ichigo listened as he untied Sayuri. Farther into the explanation about her name, it began to sound more like she was just reminiscing about her family. Given what had just happened, it was obvious. After he finished with the restraints, Ichigo took a small step back again, a sombre expression crossing his features as he looked down and slightly off to the right. "I'm sorry." he said, silent for a bit after that. "I can imagine." Ichigo said in response to her last sentence. "By the way, you don't seem all that scary to me." Ichigo said, his smirk returning. It may have looked like he was trying to cheer her up, and he was, but he wasn't lying either. She didn't seem like a bruiser or anything. Normally Ichigo was more withdrawn; some would even call him antisocial. But he shared something in common with her. He sort of knew how she felt, having lost his mother at a young age, under some pretty heavy circumstances too. So for him to treat her coldly would just make him the worst kind of asshole. HAN: 22 | REI: 24 | HAK: 16 | SEI: 13 | BUK: 17 | HOH: 18 |
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Feb 20, 2013 0:07:10 GMT -5
Sayuri laughed as Ichigo said she didn’t seem scary at all. What survivor of a traumatic event would still look scary? The thought was absolutely ludicrous. But then again, she supposed she didn’t really look scary even when she wasn’t all banged up from being knocked around by a monster. She shook her head, still chuckling. “No, I don’t suppose I look scary in the slightest. I’ve been told that I’m not easy to approach, though. So who knows? Maybe you’re just harder to scare than most.”
Quiet settled over the little room as Sayuri pondered what to say next. She wasn’t particularly eloquent like Colin, nor was she very outgoing like…well, basically all of her brothers. With the exception of Colin, her brothers were all loud and gregarious – full of way too much energy and not enough to keep them occupied more often than not. It had made for some hair-raising escapades when she’d been younger and the thought of it brought a warm smile to her face. But the thought led her to Colin, who hadn’t been able to be part of those escapades because of his frailness. And that led her to today…which led her to Ichigo. Her first reaction to him had been warmth. He felt warm and bright, like the twins. She had to wonder why that was and she desperately wanted to ask, but she wasn’t sure how to phrase the question. She didn’t want to seem crazy to him.
She sighed and rubbed her face tiredly before turning to look at Ichigo. “Can I ask you a crazy question?”
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Feb 20, 2013 1:34:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; border-top: #111 solid 15px; border-left: #111 solid 15px; background: url(http://i70.servimg.com/u/f70/17/63/20/72/black_10.png); width: 300px;] 237 WORDS ICHIGO KUROSAKI I'M NOT SUPERMAN so I can't say anything big like I'll protect everyone on earth. I'm not a modest guy who will say it's enough if I can protect as many people as my two hands can handle either. I want to protect a mountain-load of people. AT first, Ichigo had to wonder why Sayuri laughed at the last bit. He was just going to blindly assume that he had succeeded in cheering her up, instead of dwelling on the fact that he might have said something stupid, again. He sometimes had the tendency not to think before he spoke, and it sure was shining through right now. Even though Sayuri was nice and all, Ichigo wasn’t exactly the social type. He had some people that he talked to; a few that he considered his friends. But he wasn’t used to having conversations with random people nonetheless. "You could say that." Ichigo said. It was true that with all of his experiences; like seeing ghosts and other things, that he wasn't easily surprised by anything. And his fear of the paranormal -- whatever that meant -- was minimal compared to that of others who were less aware. He had gotten used to seeing weird shit a long time ago. Naturally, it wasn’t very often that he could be frightened by more tangible people and things, either. After that, it was silent. Ichigo had the feeling that Sayuri was going to say more, plus, he didn't know what else to say, so he just waited for her to speak up. And to his relief, she did, so he was saved the trouble of saying something. "Sure... what is it?" he asked with a curious expression. HAN: 22 | REI: 24 | HAK: 16 | SEI: 13 | BUK: 17 | HOH: 18 |
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Feb 21, 2013 21:00:27 GMT -5
“Sure... what is it?”
Though she had her answer now, Sayuri still wasn’t sure how to proceed. He didn’t seem like the kind of person to play mind games with people. So she could probably take his curious expression at “face value,” as it were. That didn’t make it any easier. She was about to delve into something she had never discussed with anyone besides Colin and the twins. It wasn’t going to be easy. She chewed on her lower lip. She had to talk to someone about this. It was going to eat her alive if she didn’t and the twins weren’t around. And she suspected she wouldn’t be allowed to sneak into their rooms right now anyways. That left Ichigo, who seemed pretty good-natured if a little blunt – kind of like her. She had to have faith. So she closed her eyes again, took a deep steadying breath and let it out slowly. Ready as she was ever going to be.
“Okay. Umm…doyoubelieveinspirits?” she said in a sudden rush. She paused, hoping her words hadn't run together into an unrecognizable mess. She continued more slowly. “Like ghosts and whatnot? Have you ever…seen them?”
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Feb 21, 2013 22:24:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; border-top: #111 solid 15px; border-left: #111 solid 15px; background: url(http://i70.servimg.com/u/f70/17/63/20/72/black_10.png); width: 300px;] 185 WORDS ICHIGO KUROSAKI I'M NOT SUPERMAN so I can't say anything big like I'll protect everyone on earth. I'm not a modest guy who will say it's enough if I can protect as many people as my two hands can handle either. I want to protect a mountain-load of people. SINCE Sayuri was taking some time to respond, Ichigo began to wonder what it could be that she was so hesitant to talk about it. And even more, why would she want to tell him, someone she barely knew? He didn't exactly think of himself as someone who was easy to talk to, or maybe that was just him. Ichigo stopped dead when he heard Sayuri's question. He didn't say anything for a while, just standing there, still as a statue, with a surprised look on his face. "You can... see them too?" he finally asked. He didn't think that there were other people like him who could see spirits. Sure, he knew there was always the possibility; he didn’t think he was that special. But he had never come across another person who could, before. Sayuri probably expected him to scorn her, call her crazy, or something along those lines; it was the reaction he would expect, hence why he didn't really talk about it much. He didn’t think anything more needed to be said after his question, since it was also an answer. HAN: 22 | REI: 24 | HAK: 16 | SEI: 13 | BUK: 17 | HOH: 18 |
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Feb 26, 2013 15:14:04 GMT -5
Hamish and Seamus were sent to the hospital, due to the greater severity of their injuries. Hamish ends up losing an eye and partial vision in the other while Seamus becomes a paraplegic. Ichigo would probably know they were sent to the hospital, even if he doesn't know the extent of the damage. Sayuri’s eyes widened in surprise and her heart skipped a few beats. He could. He could see them, too. She turned completely in her bed with a brief wince, her legs now dangling over the side and the sheets a tangled mess as she stared at him. “ You’re not just messing with me…right?” But she didn’t even let him answer before cracking a grin. She now knew why he had seemed so warm. He was just like her and the twins! She laughed with delight, though it was cut short by the pain in her abdomen. “ God, I thought we were just crazy but Colin said he was sure there were others – that it couldn’t be just us.” She shook her head, clearly trying to calm herself down. She was starting to feel a bit light-headed…but whether from the shock of finding out she wasn’t really crazy or from the pain of moving or even from the fact that her breathing was a little fast and shallow now, she wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter, really. She looked Ichigo straight in the eyes, all traces of mirth suddenly gone and a look of deadly seriousness on her face. “ I ask because…God, because I need to tell someone. It’s all…it’s all jumbled in my head and on the one hand I can clearly see a car crashing and feel the shudder of the impact. It’s all crazy vivid. But underneath that…underneath it, there’s something else.” It was hard at first, but soon the words were just spilling from her and there was just no stopping now. “ There’s…this is going to sound crazy, but there’s a little boy running from this weird…mirage. I can’t think of how else to describe it. It looked like a mirage – all wavy and indistinct. But the little boy was running from it…and Colin was running at it…and Mother was chasing after Colin…then the twins and I…and then it was just BAM! Clear as day. This huge – I mean, seriously, as tall as the fucking trees and built like a goddamn tank – huge thing swatting Mother aside and going for Colin. And then Hamish and Seamus attacking it to try and stop it, and then me leaping in and we’re all trying to fight this massive fucking monstrosity and I don’t even know how and Father and the other boys are all hollering and Mother’s not moving and Colin is just gone and the twins…” Her eyes suddenly widened to the size of saucers. “ Oh my God, Hamish and Seamus!” She leaned forward and grabbed Ichigo’s shoulders in a shockingly strong grip. “ Are they here? Are they okay?! That thing…my God, it just tried to rip them apart before those robed warriors arrived and please, please, please tell me they’re alright.” Her eyes were tear-filled now as she looked desperately at Ichigo. How could she have forgotten? How could she be so terrible as to not even ask about her brothers? Her voice dropped to barely a whisper as she begged, “ Please…” |
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Mar 1, 2013 17:38:04 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; border-top: #111 solid 15px; border-left: #111 solid 15px; background: url(http://i70.servimg.com/u/f70/17/63/20/72/black_10.png); width: 300px;] 446 WORDS ICHIGO KUROSAKI I'M NOT SUPERMAN so I can't say anything big like I'll protect everyone on earth. I'm not a modest guy who will say it's enough if I can protect as many people as my two hands can handle either. I want to protect a mountain-load of people. FOR a moment, it almost looked like Sayuri would fall right over the edge of the bed, and Ichigo flinched, not knowing if he would be able to catch her in time if she did. He would catch hell from everyone if a patient was injured because he made her excited. They would all probably think that he was rude to her. That thought made him unconsciously move a little closer to the bed. Ichigo didn't say anything at first. He was quite shocked himself. He had never met anyone else who could see spirits like he could. It was a little much to take in. Sure, he had told Tatsuki that he could see them, but that was it. Everyone else just assumed that he was crazy when they saw him seemingly talking to thin air. He didn't really care about what everyone else thought, though. As long as he maintained his "image", which wasn't all that hard when people constantly picked fights with him. He turned his attention back to Sayuri. He had been about to say something in response; tell her that his situation was quite similar, but then her expression changed, and he knew that she was going to start talking again. With that look, there was no way he was about to interrupt her. His eyes widened the mention of the "monstrosity". He had never seen anything like that, before. Or at least, he didn't think so. He briefly wondered if it was a hallucination of some sort. It was plausible given the fact that she had been in a car accident, and probably hit her head. But he banished the thought. She sounded so scared, and described the scene as if she were there right now. Still though, the story seemed so out there. He wasn’t going to be sceptical about it in front of her, though. That would only upset her. Ichigo nearly jumped when she suddenly grabbed him. She sure was strong for someone who had looked half-dead only moments ago. For a couple seconds, Ichigo wondered what she was talking about. How was he supposed to know? But the names did ring a bell. He remembered them particularly because they were odd and unfamiliar; definitely a different nationality, like Ualas. He had heard his dad talking about them on the phone, just before he went into Sayuri's room and the screaming started. "They were admitted to Karakura General. I don't know what condition they're in, though." Ichigo said, not being able to find the words to sugar-coat it. At least they were alive, if anything. "So they're alive. D-don't cry!" Ichigo stammered. He hated seeing girls cry. HAN: 22 | REI: 24 | HAK: 16 | SEI: 13 | BUK: 17 | HOH: 18 |
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Mar 13, 2013 20:02:02 GMT -5
 She gritted her teeth together as she desperately tried not to cry. They were at the hospital. They were at the hospital because they were trying to protect everyone. Her big brothers were at the goddamn hospital because of that thing. And she was here. Just here at a clinic because she wasn’t that bad off. Because her big brothers had done what they always did – tried to protect their siblings. What if they were in critical condition? What if their bodies never healed? Or worse…what if they died? She felt first one tear, then another slip down her cheeks as she loosened her grip on Ichigo and pulled back. What would happen if they did? Wasn’t losing Colin and Mother enough? She couldn’t lose her big brothers, too. They had to be okay. They just had to be.
Her whole body seemed to curl in on itself as she tried to shove all the emotion down. She wanted to be numb again. She didn’t want to feel this right now. It hurt. It hurt so damn much. She wouldn’t cry. God damn it, she wouldn’t cry. She didn’t cry, especially in front of strangers.
“So they're alive. D-don't cry!”
“Damn it.” The words were a choked, barely audible whisper. If he had just kept his mouth shut, she would have been fine. But now she couldn’t stop. Her whole body shook as she silently sobbed. It hurt her ribs like hellfire, but she hardly noticed. For the first time in her life, she truly felt as though her sight was a curse. If they had been blind, they never would have seen any of it and they would probably all be alive right now. A small sob escaped through her tightly gritted teeth as she cursed the world and cursed herself for weakness. She had sworn that she would never need to be protected by her aniki ever again…and that she would keep Colin safe when they weren’t there to do it themselves. And she had failed. Weak. Weak. Weak! “Why am I so damn weak?” HAN:1 REI:3 HAK:6 SEI:1 BUK:6 HOH:3 |
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Mar 14, 2013 15:35:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; border-top: #111 solid 15px; border-left: #111 solid 15px; background: url(http://i70.servimg.com/u/f70/17/63/20/72/black_10.png); width: 300px;] 354 WORDS ICHIGO KUROSAKI I'M NOT SUPERMAN so I can't say anything big like I'll protect everyone on earth. I'm not a modest guy who will say it's enough if I can protect as many people as my two hands can handle either. I want to protect a mountain-load of people. ICHIGO noticed that Sayuri wasn't saying anything again. Did he piss her off somehow? Or was she just thinking about what he had said. Maybe she was just really happy to heat that her brothers were alive. Then again, hearing that your siblings were in the hospital wasn't exactly good news, either. Maybe he should have just pretended he didn't know. But that was lying. He didn't like to lie. And there was just no way he could have come up with a decent one while Sayuri was looking at him like she was about to cry. It was quite possibly one of his biggest weaknesses. Then he noticed that Sayuri had curled up a little and wasn't looking at him now. Don't tell me... He was about to lean down and try to peek at her face to see if he was right, before he heard "Damn it" and she started to shake. Yep, she was crying. Oh crap! What do I do?! Ichigo thought, a pink tinge reaching his cheeks. He had never been in a situation like this before. How awkward. He wondered if he should try to comfort her somehow, but he barely knew her. He couldn't just stand there while she was crying in front of him, though. "You're not weak." he said suddenly, wrapping his arms around her in a light embrace. Because he didn't want to hurt her, he was just barely even touching her. He honestly had no idea why he was doing this. Usually, he would never try to hug anyone, let alone some girl he had just met. But he felt inclined to make her tears stop. They had a lot in common, and that definitely had something to do with it. They were the same. Both of them had people close to them die because of what they could see. Sayuri was going to beat herself up over this for a long time. He knew this, and the fact that there was nothing anyone could say to prevent it. But the least he could do was let her know that she wasn't alone. HAN: 22 | REI: 24 | HAK: 16 | SEI: 13 | BUK: 17 | HOH: 18 |
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Post by Natsu Dragneel on Mar 15, 2013 1:02:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] FIRE! FIRE! | | FEROCIOUS FIRE! |
| [atrb=border,0,true] YOU RESTLESS WALL OF FLAME | At this point in the fight Natsu didn't even remember what it was about, much less who threw the first punch, though those reasons didn't matter anyway, the two always seemed to fight whenever their paths happened to cross. Oh well, not like it was a big deal, he'd been looking for some training beyond the every day hollow he went out of his way to find. In fact, hunting hollow for target practice was what brought him out here in the first place, to Karakura town, so dangerously close to the Kurosaki clinic, where he was currently fighting with Gray Fullbuster.
God he could not stand that guy's guts, for many reasons, plus, he stripped down butt naked at random! Who the hell does that? Clearly no one sane, only perverts went about town stripping for no reason. He always acted like he had no clue that he was even doing it, well, least that's how Natsu saw it, swearing he was just streaking about simply because he was nothing more than a perv. Even right now, in the middle of battle, Gray was...Well, challenged in the clothing department...
"God you're such a damn pervert!" Natsu roared, not the best of insults, especially since it was rather over used, but right now he was more focused on beating the holy hell out of him than anything, better insults would have to wait.
He cocked his fist back in a straight line and, with every ounce of strength he possessed, threw a flaming fist directly at Gray's bare chest, using his Fire Dragon's Iron Fist technique. It hit square on and sent Gray flying high...Right through a window in that near by Kurosaki clinic...Natsu grinned triumphantly and gave a cocky laugh as he watched him fly, of course though, this didn't mean the battle was quite over yet. Using Bringer Light, Natsu sped after the rapidly falling Gray, following him through the window he crashed through.
"Ha! That's what you get for stripping in the middle of our battle!" | FIRE! FIRE! ROARING HIGHER! | YOUR FURY TO NEVER TAME | |
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