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Post by Gray Fullbuster on Mar 15, 2013 18:46:59 GMT -5
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i'll do what i want | Every time he ran into this guy, he said something stupid. Gray was usually fairly laid-back and cool-tempered, but when it came to Natsu, that all disappeared. Natsu pissed him off like no one else could. That was why Gray had no inhibitions about fighting him. Usually the second they saw each one another, they were trying to beat the crap out of one another.
Right before they two had started fighting, Gray had unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the ground, staring darkly at Natsu as he did so. That shirt came off faster than anyone could have thought possible, and later on in the fight, his pants, and even his shoes quickly followed suit.
"Natsu, you flaming piece of shit!" he yelled loudly, throwing an ice-coated hand towards the other boy's face. Did Natsu seriously just call him a pervert again? It was like that was all he could come up with. Gray convinced himself that it was Natsu's stupidity that pissed him off so much, not the insults themselves. It had nothing to do with the fact that one used ice, and the other used fire, right? That would just be stupid.
He was caught off-guard by Natsu's punch. Before he could hit him, he was sent flying. For a second, he was worried. He should have hit something by now. Just how far had that dumbass sent him?! Then there was the distinct sound of breaking glass, and Gray went right through one of the windows of the Kurosaki clinic. He slid across the floor, getting a few cuts from the glass, but nothing serious. He was more dazed by his impact with the window and floor.
As soon as he heard Natsu's gloating voice, Gray jumped to his feet. He got right in Natsu's face, scowling at him ominously. If one looked closely enough, they'd be able to see that Gray was glowing with a slight, blue Reiatsu. "Asshole... look what you did!" he snarled. Then he started a little, seeming to just notice that they were now inside of someone else's home.
He turned away from Natsu for a moment, looking over at the other two in the room, both of whom were most likely left speechless. Not only had two people just flown straight through the window, interrupting what seemed to have been a moment of sorts, but somewhere in the mess, Gray had lost the rest of his clothing. Now, he stood before Ichigo and Sayuri, completely naked. When he finally noticed this, Gray's face changed to a bright shade of red, and he grabbed the nearest object -- a small lamp -- and used it to cover himself, yanking the cord out of the wall in the process.
For a moment, he didn't say anything, only staring back at the other two with wide eyes. He didn't know what to say. Was he going to get in trouble for this? Should he just jump back out the window and run away? Then again, running through the town naked was bound to get him some unwanted attention. When he finally did speak, he asked one of the strangest questions.
"H-hey... can I borrow some underwear?" no explanation, no apology, just that.
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Mar 18, 2013 0:03:09 GMT -5
“You’re not weak.” Sayuri’s spine briefly stiffened when she felt arms wrap her in a light, barely-there embrace. He was…hugging her? The surprise stopped her shaking, though she could still feel the tears sliding down her cheeks. This kid hardly even knew her. Yet his first instinct had been to embrace her in an attempt to comfort her. It was…weird. But strangely, it was still comforting – as if Ichigo knew exactly what she felt and where she was at right now. After a moment, she relaxed and sniffled a little before rubbing vigorously at her eyes. She didn’t pull away from him, but she didn’t lean into the embrace either. She really didn’t know what to do, really. She couldn’t recall a time when someone besides her family had seen her in such a vulnerable position. “Sorry,” she finally murmured after a few moments. “I’m not usually –”
But where she was going with the thought was cut off by the sound of breaking glass and a body flying past her – so close she could feel the breeze created from its passage. Then there was a thud. Sayuri winced even as she watched the…decidedly naked form of a teen boy skid along the floor, through the broken window glass that his entrance had scattered on the floor. Sayuri had also been hit by a few of the pieces and they were all over the bed, but that was pretty unimportant right now. Who the hell was this?
“Ha! That's what you get for stripping in the middle of our battle!”
She jumped and twisted around to see yet another teenaged boy standing on the windowsill and yelling at the first boy. And just as quickly the first boy was on her bed – mere inches from her – and was in the second boy’s face, snarling at him. Her jaw slowly dropped in shock. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t seen a boy naked before…but they had been her brothers and they had all been children! And it took a moment for either boy to realize that they weren’t alone in the room, at which point the first boy seemed to finally notice that he was naked. At least he had the decency to immediately cover himself with a lamp, but the damage was done.
A distant part of her mind hoped that no one else in the house had heard the commotion. This was just way too bizarre and embarrassing.
“H-hey... can I borrow some underwear?”
If it was possible for Sayuri’s jaw to drop further, it probably would have. That was all he had to say? No apology? No explanation? All thoughts of what had happened early today were completely gone from her mind. Right now, embarrassment and confusion were warring with outrage. And she had no idea what would finally win out. But the same part of her mind that hoped Ichigo’s family hadn’t heard anything was now fervently hoping her outrage didn’t win. It would be an ugly day indeed if it did. For now, she just said, “…What?” HAN:1 REI:3 HAK:6 SEI:1 BUK:6 HOH:3
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Mar 18, 2013 23:00:29 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;] 406 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 didn't know what to do after he had hugged Sayuri. He was honestly surprised that she wasn't pulling away. Even though his actions were a spur of the moment deal, he was kind of glad she didn't. If she did, it would have been a little embarrassing. He was about to draw back before it got awkward, but was interrupted by the sight of something black coming straight for the window. "What the --" he didn't finish as whatever it was flew straight through the window and landed on the ground beside him in a shower of glass. He looked over to Sayuri to see if she was okay and saw that she was just staring at whatever had come through the window. By now, he had drawn away from Sayuri and was staring at the guy on the floor in shock. Was he naked? Then he heard a raucous voice saying something about stripping. He looked to the window and saw yet another newcomer, at least this one was wearing clothes. He didn't know what to think. Why were people flying through the window? More like, how? They were on the second floor! Then the black-haired boy got off of the floor and practically jumped onto the bed to confront the one with the weird pink hair. At that point, Ichigo had gotten a front row seat to something he really did not want to see. His eyebrow twitched as the black-haired boy covered himself with the lamp. Never again, would he touch that lamp. In fact, he wanted to burn it now. "What... the... hell.. he had no words for this, and apparently neither did anyone else. The two other guys just stared back at him dumbly. He waited for one of them to say something. An explanation would have been great right about now. Though if it was just some excuse or apology, Ichigo wasn't going to buy it. Then he asked about underwear. Just... what? Was he joking? A stranger had just flown through the window naked, and one of the first things he does is ask for underwear?! He couldn't take this anymore. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE?! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" he roared, not even caring if anyone was home, or not. This was quite possibly one of the most bizarre things he had ever witnessed. Ghosts, patients, none of it. This definitely took the cake. HAN: 22 | REI: 24 | HAK: 16 | SEI: 13 | BUK: 17 | HOH: 18 |
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Post by Natsu Dragneel on Mar 19, 2013 22:07:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] FIRE! FIRE! | | FEROCIOUS FIRE! |
[atrb=border,0,true] YOU RESTLESS WALL OF FLAME | The triumphant grin didn't remain on Natsu's face for long sadly, his face quickly contorted to a sickly expression and there was a faint gagging sound heard. Damn, he didn't think the Bringer Light would have affected him like that, but he had gotten motion sick. Instead of replying to Gray just yet, Natsu looked for the closest open thing, which sadly just so happened to be some sort of backpack. He didn't have time to think about who's it was or the consequences of what he was about to do, he needed to release it...
Grabbing the open backpack, Natsu quite literally spilled his guts into the open bag, loud, gut wrenching noises could be heard as he vomited, making a mental note to never do that again. Natsu had been able to run without much trouble, but Bringer Light was completely new to him, and obviously didn't agree with him. He gave a relieve sigh and dropped the bag on the floor, laughing awkwardly while rubbing the back of his head."Heh, sorry..." He wasn't sure who he was apologizing to, but apparently whatever Ichigo had said didn't register with him, as his gaze turned straight back to Gray.
"What do you mean what I did? It was your damn body that crashed through the window and broke it! Don't lay the blame on me snow cone brain!" Natsu growled, he didn't see how it was his fault, it's not like he was aiming for this window, or the building in general, when he launched Gray into the air, so why should he be blamed? Maybe he was just was trying to piss the other male off more by placing the blame solely on him.
Hearing Gray ask to borrow someone's underwear, his expression became disgusted, who the hell wanted to wear someone else's underwear? That was just nasty!"Why are you asking to borrow some random stranger's underwear? They could have crabs or something. Are you that desperate to get into someone else's pants?' Obviously Natsu either hadn't heard Ichigo, or he completely ignored him in favor of continuing the fight with Gray.. | FIRE! FIRE! ROARING HIGHER! | YOUR FURY TO NEVER TAME | |
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Post by Gray Fullbuster on Mar 20, 2013 21:13:04 GMT -5
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i'll do what i want | Gray was a little taken aback by Ichigo's outburst. Sure, his entrance wasn't exactly ideal, but what did Ichigo want him to do, jump back out the window? While he was the naked? The least he could do was send him off with some clothes. He had only asked something simple. It was better than him being naked, right? He was really put out, now. He was about to snap something back at Ichigo, when he heard a gross sound and turned only to see Natsu throwing up into a backpack. "Jeez, that's nasty. You even make yourself sick? I guess it isn't just me. You really do suck, Natsu." Gray taunted, now not paying Ichigo or Sayuri any attention. He would take any chance he could get to have one up on the other Fullbringer.
"And who made me go through the window, HUH?!" Gray retorted, walking over to Natsu again. If it wasn't for Natsu, he wouldn't have gone through the window. Gray could bet that Natsu had done it on purpose, even. He didn't seem to regret it, after all.
"What was that?!" Gray yelled, now standing face-to-face with Natsu. He wanted clean underwear! It's not like he had asked someone else to take theirs off. Like usual, Natsu was desperately grasping at anything he could possibly use to insult Gray. And now he was probably insulting the others too; he had no tact at all. It was time to settle this. Gray knew what to do.
With an evil-looking glint in his eye, he unexpectedly reached for Natsu's head with his free hand. If he did manage to grab him, then Gray would try to force his head into the open backpack that he had just thrown up in, while still haphazardly holding the lamp over his own crotch. Now, it was as if the other two weren't even in the room with him. If he got Natsu's face covered in puke, it would just make his day.
HAN ;; 8 . REI ;; 8 . HAK ;; 10 . SEI ;; 8 .BUK ;; 12 .HOH ;; 7 |
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Mar 22, 2013 0:41:11 GMT -5
For a moment, Sayuri couldn’t quite wrap her mind around what was going on. This had been a really shitty day to begin with and now...now she had to deal with this. It was just such a bizarre twist to suddenly have two teenaged boys – one of them still naked – fly through a clinic window. No apologies or explanations. Just BAM! There they are. Ichigo was more than a little pissed, if the way he yelled at them was any indication. She was about at her own limit when she was distracted by something else. Did that second boy…just puke in her backpack? That was her pack in his hand – she recognized the fleur-de-lis patterns on it. If her backpack was here, that meant her family had probably dropped some stuff off for her while she’d been knocked out. That probably meant clothes or even…her iPod…
She ignored Ichigo’s raging and the two idiots now yelling at each other, quivering with rage. The puke-filled backpack was the last straw. That had been a gift from the twins because it was a fleur-de-lis, like her. If anything in it…hell, if the pack was damaged beyond repair… Oh, what the hell was the black-haired brat doing now?! “Oh, hell no. No, no, no, I don’t think so. You are not sticking that pink-haired git into my puke-filled backpack. Hell no.” She didn’t even notice herself climbing up onto the bed. One minute she was sitting down, the next she had her fists clenched around pink and black hair. As they tried to protest and twist away, she jerked them away from the window, off the bed and sharply cracked their foreheads together before letting go.
“Who the hell do you rotten little brats think you are, huh?” Her hands were on her hips as she stood over them, her whole body still as a stone. She couldn’t feel the ache in her ribs anymore. She was too pissed for a little thing like pain to stop her now. Her voice never raised a single decibel in volume, but fury was still evident in every syllable she spoke. “What in the ever-loving hell could have possibly possessed you to fucking smash through a goddamn window – not to mention one that’s on the fucking second story – without any kind of explanation?” She pointed at the pink-haired boy. “You. You mealy-mouthed little asshat. That was my fucking backpack you just puked in. You better hope to God you didn’t ruin anything or I swear to the heavens above I will cave. Your. Face. In. And you.”
She turned slightly to point at the black-haired boy, her finger now shaking with barely suppressed rage. She could almost feel energy wisping about her as she continued to rage at the two imbeciles. “You break open the window to a clinic room and the first thing you fucking do is ask for a pair of underwear? Maybe I oughta give you the puke-stained shit that’s probably in my backpack for you to wear. How does that sound, huh? In fact.” She turned back to the bed, ignoring whatever looks she was receiving from the boys, and started digging through the pukey contents of her backpack. “That’s exactly what’s gonna happen.”
Sure enough, there was a set of spare clothes in it – underwear and all – underneath which was her iPod and headphones. Her clothes had taken the beating with the puke, leaving her tech safe. But still…this was a cute outfit they had ruined with their shenanigans. She tossed the shirt, pants, socks and bra aside in disgust and triumphantly held up a small, lacy, puke-drenched pair of panties. “You wanted underwear? Here.” She flung it at the black-haired boy. “Wear that.” Looking down at her hands, she grimaced and wiped them off on the bed sheets. As she cleaned off her hands, she said, “There. Clothing situation fixed. Now. I expect apologies from both of you to Ichigo here and a damn good explanation as to why the fuck you’re here. Names would be good too. Just so I know whose asses I’m going to be kicking at the end of it all.” HAN:1 REI:3 HAK:6 SEI:1 BUK:6 HOH:3
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Mar 25, 2013 18:46:19 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;] 325 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 watched in horror as the pink-haired kid grabbed Sayuri's backpack and threw up in it. She sure wasn't going to like that. Then he just ignored Ichigo and turned back to the other boy; the naked one. It sounded like they were arguing about who had broken the window, and he also caught something about crabs and getting into people's pants. Ichigo didn't even want to know. He was just staring dumbly at the scene unfolding before him, not knowing what else to say beyond his initial outburst. It was honestly like he wasn't even there; that was how caught up in their argument the two seemed to be. What is wrong with these people...? He wondered, still not knowing what to do. Then the naked boy tried to shove the other's head into the already puke-filled backpack. It looked like shit was about to get real. I'm not cleaning this room afterwards. Is all he thought on the matter. Apparently Sayuri had something else in mind. "Hey wait.." Ichigo stammered seeing Sayuri suddenly get off the bed and jump into the fray. Was she okay to be up and about yet? By the way she took care of the other two, it looked like she was. Before, he had told her that she wasn't scary, but now, she kind of was. Ichigo didn't doubt that the other two boys wouldn't be ignoring them again. He watched as Sayuri dug through her backpack, splattering puke all over the floor and wall. Normally, he probably would have said something, but with her like that, there was just no way; he wasn't touching that. He had to keep himself from laughing when she threw the underwear at the black-haired boy. Would he actually put them on? It was a disgusting thought, and really messed up, but so was this entire situation. He felt like he should say something to back up Sayuri, but he had nothing. HAN: 22 | REI: 24 | HAK: 16 | SEI: 13 | BUK: 17 | HOH: 18 |
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Post by Natsu Dragneel on Apr 2, 2013 17:01:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] FIRE! FIRE! | | FEROCIOUS FIRE! |
[atrb=border,0,true] YOU RESTLESS WALL OF FLAME | Natsu barely had time to react to anything that had just transpired in the last two minutes, one moment he was trying to fend off Gray from sticking his head into his own puke, then the next their heads were violently smashed together and he was rubbing said spot."Ow!" She wasn't yelling, but he could just feel the rage in her words, they simply dripped with venom. He couldn't help but feel a little...Alright, more than a little, afraid of the woman before them right now. Only one other person had been able to frighten him like that, and that was his adoptive father.
Before he could offer any more words of apology or anything of an explination, he almost fell to his knees laughing seeing the puke covered panties thrown at Gray, he couldn't help himself, but his laughter was cut short when the woman spoke once more. She was still furious, he could still hear it, and once again he was quacking a little in his boots. Well, obviously he was more frightened of her than he was leading on, but he was holding himself back because he'd be dammed to show that while the Perv was around.
Turning towards the two rather than at the puke splattered male beside him, he laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck."First of all my name is Natsu Dragneel, and the only reason we're here is because his dumbass flew through the window! Which by the way is not my fault, not like I was aiming to launch him through here when I punched him." He answered, though the last part of that was directed mostly at Gray, as he still didn't feel like it was his fault.
"I followed him up here so I could finish kicking his ass!" Natsu grinned, as if the battle had already been won, there certainly wasn't going to be anymore fighting. From the way the two were, Sayuri and Ichigo could probably assume they were rivals of some sort, it was just too obvious."And I'm sorry about the puke, I didn't think using Bringer Light would trigger my motion sickness. I didn't mean to spew my guts in your pack, I was just looking for whatever. But Gray has to apologize for breaking the window!" He pointed accusedly at the black haired male. | FIRE! FIRE! ROARING HIGHER! | YOUR FURY TO NEVER TAME | |
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Post by Gray Fullbuster on Apr 17, 2013 22:50:04 GMT -5
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i'll do what i want | Gray was still ignoring the other two in the room, completely focused on shoving Natsu's head into the puke-filled backpack. So far, it looked like he was going to be successful. He was stronger than Natsu, of course. Almost there... he thought triumphantly, before he was promptly interrupted when someone grabbed his hair. He tried to wrench himself out of the grip, but before he could, he felt his head crack against something and he fell back away from Natsu, holding his head. In the confusion, he had also lost the only thing he had to cover himself, as was apparent when the lamp rolled across the ground away from him; although he didn't seem to notice.
"Owww, what the fu--" Gray didn't finish his sentence, when he saw what was towering over himself and Natsu. It was that girl who was in the room with the rude orange-haired guy, and she looked pissed. Though at the moment she was focusing on Natsu. She should be, he was the one who had caused all this. Normally, Gray would have laughed or teased him, but right now, he didn't dare. Right now, he was wondering about how fast he could get back out the window, and if he could land the jump without messing himself up. Who cares? He thought, almost flinching when the enraged girl turned to him. But there was no way he was going to show fear in front of the flaming asshole.
"H-huh? Wait..." he said, when Sayuri mentioned puke-stained underwear. Was she serious? Then she started digging through the backpack. No way... She was actually doing it. A girl was digging through fresh puke without squealing or anything. Gray had never seen that before. Then again, this situation was messed up to begin with. He rolled his eyes, finally coming out of his shock and gathering the courage to say something. "Listen, lady. I'm not going to..." and he was interrupted again as the puke-stained underwear hit him square in the chest. There was a wet smacking sound. He stared down at it, as if he couldn't believe she had actually thrown it at him. They slid down a little, before he grabbed them, and --pretty much on instinct-- threw them at Natsu's face as he was talking to the girl. That's what he got for laughing at him.
"You're crazy if you think I'd wear those!" Gray said in a low tone. He got to his feet after that; it seemed like he had forgotten that he was completely naked, too. But, he felt he did owe an explanation of some sort, though he definitely was not putting on pukey girls underwear. "I'm Gray Fullbuster. I'm here because this pink fuck punched me through the window. And I really don't see what the big deal is. You can get a new window, you can wash that backpack, and you've probably seen other naked guys before, right?" Gray said, his gaze flickering over to Ichigo and then back to the girl, as if he thought that something had been going on beforehand.
Right now, he was pissed off. Because of that idiot Natsu, he was in this mess. He didn't care how mad the others were, he wasn't going to take any shit, not even from a girl. What's more, he really did not get why people always freaked out when they saw him naked. What was the big deal? Besides, it wasn't like he did it on purpose.
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Post by Orihime Inoue on Apr 23, 2013 18:22:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] Goodbye.... | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;]It was a beautiful evening in Karakura Town, the sun was just beginning to set and there was a cool breeze that shook the leaves on the trees, the perfect weather for a walk. Orihime had been admiring the scenery on her way to pay visit to Ichigo to ask him for help with some homework she had to finish, though she studied hard and had high grades herself, she was still hoping he would help her. It was really only an excuse anyway; one to get close to the one she had a crush on. So it was with glee in her step that she made way to the Kurosaki clinic, practically skipping the entire way there. When she knocked on the door she waited for a moment before she tried to open it, and to her shock the door was unlocked. Well, it was a good neighborhood; no one really would have any reason to keep their doors locked all the time. She stepped inside and took her shoes off at the door, shutting the door behind her. ”Kurosaki-kun? Are you home?” Orihime called, and for a moment she didn’t hear anything, then she heard commotion coming from upstairs. She would have assumed it was Ichigo fighting with Kon, except it sounded like there were more than just two people making noise. Worried, Orihime rushed upstairs where the sounds were coming from. Once she determined that the sounds were coming from one of the patient rooms she became even more concerned, there was an awful lot of yelling coming from a room meant for patients to heal…She could barely tell what was being said. In one fluid motion Orihime threw open the door to the room, expecting some sort of blood bath with a hollow or some other enemy. ”Kurosaki-kun, is everythin-“ Her jaw dropped at what she saw, instead of a hollow what she saw was a girl, and two boys who appear to have been in a fight. Her eyes however focused on one in particular, one boy who just so happened to be completely naked and splattered in puke. With a furious blush on her face, Orihime was like a deer caught in the headlights, wanting to look away, to shut the door and let them get back to whatever had been going on in here, but she simply found herself unable to move or blink. Staring wide eyed as she stuttered ‘um’ repeatedly. HAN: 9 REI:9 HAK:10 SEI:10 BUK:7 HOH:5 ....Halcyon days. |
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Apr 28, 2013 2:07:18 GMT -5
Sayuri looked down at the pink-haired Natsu with a look of total disgust. Didn’t mean to punch the other boy through the window, so it wasn’t Natsu’s fault at all? Followed him up just to kick his ass? Only a boy would consider those justifications to be acceptable. She could barely contain her anger. Indeed, the only thing keeping her from kicking Natsu in the face was the fact that she’d had many similar conversations with her younger (and older) brothers. Nevertheless she could feel the muscles around her left eye twitch slightly as she stared at the idiot. Her expression was set in what her brothers called “The Mom Look” – a gaze that both asked if the person honestly thought their reasons were acceptable and said that if the answer was “yes,” then the person was dead wrong. Sayuri just could not find the words – in Japanese, at least – to properly explain how much of a colossal idiot he was.
“You’re crazy if you think I’d wear those!”
Sayuri’s head instantly snapped back to the other boy as he stood up. She kept her gaze firmly on his face. She wasn’t particularly fazed by his nudity and felt no need to stare, but she wasn’t exactly comfortable with him being naked either. Honestly, he should’ve put the damn underwear on. At least then she wouldn’t have to even think about it.
“I’m Gray Fullbuster. I’m here because this pink fuck punched me through the window. And I really don’t see what the big deal is. You can get a new window, you can wash that backpack, and you’ve probably seen other naked guys before, right?”
Sayuri’s eyes widened with shock. Was this insolent little bitch seriously implying what she thought he was? Considering the way his eyes darted to Ichigo and then back to her, there was no way he could mean anything else. As her left hand painfully clenched into a fist, she distantly heard the door to the room open. Someone had just walked in on what was probably one of the most bizarre scenes of his/her generally uneventful life…and Sayuri had not a single fuck to give about it. “You…ye oof-lookin, plookie, skelly, glaikit, doaty balachan!” she shouted, slipping into Gaelic once again. Without even thinking, she slammed her bandaged left fist into Gray’s jaw with every ounce of strength she possessed. This was immediately followed by a string of obscenities in a strange mix of English, Japanese and Gaelic that would have made a sailor proud. HAN:1 REI:3 HAK:6 SEI:1 BUK:6 HOH:3
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Apr 28, 2013 19:40:16 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;] 415 Words Sayuri, Natsu, Gray, Orihime 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 was still being ignored for the most part; Sayuri and the two others boys being at the venter of the conflict. He was okay with that. Who would want to get involved in something like this? Hell, if it weren't for Sayuri -- a patient -- being there, Ichigo might have just taken his leave while they were all distracted. Let someone else, like the Old Man deal with this crap. It was ridiculous. Although he had not been paying too much attention to anything they were saying at this point, Ichigo did hear Gray. He didn't see the naked kid look over at him when he made his assumption, because honestly, Ichigo didn't want to look at him. He had seen enough when Gray jumped up on the bed in front of him earlier. But he got the gist of what the black-haired guy was trying to say. "WHAT?!" he yelped, his face turning bright red as he turned to glare at Gray, immediately regretting it. Don't look down... He wanted to punch this guy so bad now. Randomly crashing through the window and throwing puke everywhere was bad enough, but now he was seriously saying things like that? He still could not wrap his head around the whole ordeal. Then he heard a familiar voice. No way. Just no. Not her, not now. It was just the worst possible timing. It was Orihime who had just entered the room. Ichigo knew this room, so he knew that Orihime was probably getting a full-on view of something inappropriate. And yet, she stood there and stared. Still incredibly embarrassed and red-faced, Ichigo just looked over at her, eye twitching. "Orihime... this is... a really bad time..." he sputtered, amazed that he could form words at all. He was totally losing it. Barely aware that Sayuri had just beaten Ichigo to the punch -- literally -- he stared at his classmate, waiting for her to look away. By the look on her face, he could tell that she was probably just surprised, nothing more. If not, well... Aw, why am I even thinking about that?! He berated himself silently. He didn't want to think of her in that light. She seemed so sweet and innocent all the time. Ditsy, but still, not like that. He could hear Sayuri still. He didn't know what she was saying, but he could definitely hear her. He caught a couple words in the mix, and they weren't exactly pleasant, but he couldn't blame her. HAN: 22 | REI: 24 | HAK: 16 | SEI: 13 | BUK: 17 | HOH: 18 |
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Post by Natsu Dragneel on May 22, 2013 21:23:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] FIRE! FIRE! | | FEROCIOUS FIRE! |
[atrb=border,0,true] YOU RESTLESS WALL OF FLAME | When Natsu saw the panties heading his way he ducked down to avoid getting smacked square in the face with them, he didn’t want panties thrown in his face, much less ones that were splattered in his own puke. Hearing Gray trying to place the blame on him yet again he growled and stood up from his knees with the intention of charging the black haired teen but was stopped when the door opened and he heard a voice, he had no idea why exactly the event stopped him in his tracks, but it did. He sort of stared at her as she stared at Gray, she must have been appalled! She looked like he offended her, well; at least that’s what he was going to make it sound like.
”See what you did dumbass?! You just offended that girl with your pervertedness! She’s gonna need therapy for the rest of her life now!” Natsu yelled, pointing over at the orange haired girl who hadn’t even blinked yet. He glanced over to Ichigo before glancing back at Orihime, they had the same hair color, he wondered if they were related perhaps. Eh, it wasn’t worth wasting his time on thinking about. He was distracted by a faint rumbling sound emanating from his stomach till he heard the girl spout off some random gibberish, had she finally gotten so pissed that she’d snapped?
Natsu looked over at her and Gray just in time to see her punch him dead in the jaw, with a hand that appeared to be wounded. It seemed to do some kind of damage to the black haired teen. It didn’t even take a full minute after the punch had landed before Natsu began laughing as hard as he possibly could, falling down on the ground on his back. He was laughing so hard tears were streaming from his eyes. ”You just got your ass beat by a girl, and her hand looks like it’s messed up too! Oh god! This is hilarious!” He couldn't even hear the slew of strange words coming from Sayuri, he was too busy laughing his ass off. . | FIRE! FIRE! ROARING HIGHER! | YOUR FURY TO NEVER TAME | |
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Post by Gray Fullbuster on May 23, 2013 8:50:13 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable] til the end
i'll do what i want | Gray didn't pay much attention to the new girl that had just walked in the room. He was more focused on the situation on hand. After thinking about what he had just implied, Gray was pretty sure he should have left out the last part. Oh well, she was already going crazy about even smaller things. She seemed to be trying to intimidate the two of them. Gray was pretty sure that Natsu was a big wuss, but he wasn't about to let her scare him. She was lucky that she was a girl, otherwise, he would've had to knock her out for trying that with him.
Though he wasn't paying special attention to anyone in the room - especially not Sayuri - Gray did notice her expression change after hearing what he had said. He didn't care too much. Honestly, he probably never would feel bad about what he said unless she cried or something. He was just speaking his mind, what was so bad about that? He also heard the other guy shout, but he wasn't paying any attention to him at all to begin with.
Hearing Natsu's remark, Gray looked over at him. "What'd you say, bastard?!" he growled. All that dumbass seemed to be doing was sitting on the sidelines and saying stupid things. Even when it was his fault that Gray had flown through the window. He just had to be aiming for it when he punched him; this was just too much to be a coincidence. He wouldn't get away with it. "When we get out of here, I'm gonna--" he was cut off, hearing Sayuri shouting something at him. He had no idea what it was, though. Some other language?
Just as he looked back to her, he felt something slam into his jaw. Shocked, Gray fell back onto the ground. He had been looking at Natsu, so it couldn't have been him. Was it the girl that punched him, or the other guy? His hand immediately went to his face as he sat up. It was a really good punch, he was surprised he still had all his teeth. It couldn't have been the girl; her hand was all bandaged up. But Ichigo and Natsu were too far away to have done it. Then he heard Natsu laughing and glared at him again. It really was the girl who did it?!
He had just gotten dropped by a chick, with an injured hand no less, right in front of the most annoying prick he had ever known. He would NEVER live this down. "You..." he shot Sayuri a dark glare. As if throwing puke-stained underwear at him wasn't bad enough. He had put up with that, but now she had sufficiently embarrassed him. "You crazy BITCH!" he yelled, obviously quite pissed. He would have gotten up, but his head was still spinning, and he didn't want to humiliate himself further by falling back down again.
HAN ;; 5 . REI ;; 5 . HAK ;; 7 . SEI ;; 5 .BUK ;; 9 .HOH ;; 4 |
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Jun 9, 2013 20:47:09 GMT -5
As Sayuri cradled her injured hand, she muttered obscenities and dark promises of pain unimaginable to that worthless balachan as soon as the fire subsided. She’d had a shitty day so far and this idiot just had no idea what was headed his way. And it didn’t help that Natsu was howling his amusement to the heavens. It was giving her a headache. All she had wanted today was a nice picnic with her family. Instead, there was this disrespectful prick making insinuations about her honor and maidenhood. Sayuri liked to pride herself on her relatively even temper. But this guy…this Gray Fullbuster was just pushing all the wrong buttons, while Natsu just wasn’t helping improve her mood at all.
“You crazy BITCH!”
Sayuri’s head snapped up. The pain in her injured arm was suddenly gone, replaced by a wave of white-hot fury. “Crazy bitch? You wanna see crazy bitch?! I’LL FUCKING SHOW YOU CRAZY BITCH!” She was on him in an instant, landing another hit in the same place she’d struck before. As he was knocked back, she scrambled forward and straddled his stomach as if he was one of her brothers. “Listen closely, you punkass little cunthole! My mother and baby brother were fucking killed today!” Her fists flew at every available inch of the boy’s body as her voice steadily grew louder. “Killed, do you hear me?! Fucking SLAUGHTERED like CATTLE! RIPPED TO SHREDS AS THOUGH THEY WERE NOTHING BUT SOPPING WET TISSUE PAPER!” As her voice reached a fever pitch, she slammed her left fist into his chest. She thought she heard and felt something crack, but it didn’t even slow her down. “MY ANIKI ARE IN THE HOSPITAL ON THEIR GODDAMN DEATHBEDS! MY ENTIRE LIFE IS AN ANAL CLUSTERFUCK RIGHT NOW AND YOU EXPECT ME TO PUT UP WITH YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT?! I DON’T FUCKING THINK SO!” Her voice cracked and tears started to slip down her cheeks. Yet still her fists rained down on Gray – as if this was her salvation. “I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS SHIT! NOT FROM YOU, NOT FROM ANYONE!”
HAN:1 REI:3 HAK:6 SEI:1 BUK:6 HOH:3
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