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discedo_logs2008-08-07 09:27 am
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Who: Momomiya Ichigo (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tokyo_pink), Urataros(uratarosu), Momotaros (momotarosu), and Soul Eater (nummeh_souls)
Where: Near the entrance of the Gar Road Subway
When: Early evening yesterday, after Urataros saved Momo's hide.
Rating: PG-13 for Momo's colorful language... (and a little blood)
Summary: Now that the little "detour" was dealt with, Urataros sets off to rescue his angelfish with a little help from his senpai and... some guy with white hair.
the log:
tokyo_pink), Urataros(uratarosu), Momotaros (momotarosu), and Soul Eater (nummeh_souls)Where: Near the entrance of the Gar Road Subway
When: Early evening yesterday, after Urataros saved Momo's hide.
Rating: PG-13 for Momo's colorful language... (and a little blood)
Summary: Now that the little "detour" was dealt with, Urataros sets off to rescue his angelfish with a little help from his senpai and... some guy with white hair.
the log:
Ichigo half-ran, half-limped out of the subway as quickly as possible, hoping to avoid that footless man... ghost... thing that was down there. The guy that was down in the subway... man, he was a total creep! Talking about "back in the good ol' days" or whatever, and she could've sworn that he had tried to grab her feet at one point. Thanks to her fear of all things Halloween-scary, she had managed to haul her ass out of the subway before something unthinkable would happen. Ichigo really didn't plan on dying young.
When she was sure that she was at a safe distance, Ichigo collapsed onto the rocky ground. She hissed in pain; ever since she had crawled out of the alley that she was hiding in, her ankles had slowly been stinging more and more (no thanks to that foot-stealing ghost randomly grabbing her ankles and SCARING THE CRAP OUT OF HER). It was apparent that the more activity that she had done on her feet, the more the ankles would hurt. The pain was the worst when she was climbing out of the subway. She hesitated removing her socks when she saw their condition: there was caked-on blood all around the ankles and even a little on the soles when she ran on the jagged rocks that littered the streets.
With more tears coming to replace the ones she had cried out earlier (Damn you, Sai), she slowly peeled off one of the socks up to the ankles and paled at the wounds. There was heavy bruising in the shape of a hand around her leg and nasty cuts where the nails would be. The cuts resembled those that came from razorblades: not very painful, but bleeds a hell of alot. Ichigo doubted her ankles were broken since she was still able to walk to and from the subway a little. Sighing, she left her sock be and curled herself into a ball, waiting idly for the turtle-imagin to come to her aid.
Even if it was taking him a while. Where the heck is he?!
[OOC: Order is Ura, Momo, Soul, then Ichigo.]
When she was sure that she was at a safe distance, Ichigo collapsed onto the rocky ground. She hissed in pain; ever since she had crawled out of the alley that she was hiding in, her ankles had slowly been stinging more and more (no thanks to that foot-stealing ghost randomly grabbing her ankles and SCARING THE CRAP OUT OF HER). It was apparent that the more activity that she had done on her feet, the more the ankles would hurt. The pain was the worst when she was climbing out of the subway. She hesitated removing her socks when she saw their condition: there was caked-on blood all around the ankles and even a little on the soles when she ran on the jagged rocks that littered the streets.
With more tears coming to replace the ones she had cried out earlier (Damn you, Sai), she slowly peeled off one of the socks up to the ankles and paled at the wounds. There was heavy bruising in the shape of a hand around her leg and nasty cuts where the nails would be. The cuts resembled those that came from razorblades: not very painful, but bleeds a hell of alot. Ichigo doubted her ankles were broken since she was still able to walk to and from the subway a little. Sighing, she left her sock be and curled herself into a ball, waiting idly for the turtle-imagin to come to her aid.
Even if it was taking him a while. Where the heck is he?!
[OOC: Order is Ura, Momo, Soul, then Ichigo.]