RP Log
Who: Rukia Kuchiki, Namine
Where: the farm
When: Thursday, January 19, morning
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Rukia meets Namine. Because, you know, I can't possibly rp with myself.
Rukia was taking a morning walk in the village. She has developed the habit in the past weeks of her stay. Her walks didn’t get boring- there was always something new (and usually strange) to discover. Also, a lot more people seem to pour in the village everyday. Chances are there will be one or two new faces to meet along the way.
It was an ordinary day. Rukia found a few chickens that managed to get out of their cages and decided to put them back in. While hushing the chickens back to the cage, she noticed a girl with blonde hair standing a few steps from her. She was watching her carefully.
“What are you staring at?” said Rukia, putting the chicken back in and closing the door.
The girl flinched at Rukia’s attitude and smiled nervously. “Sorry... I-I was just curious,” she stuttered.
“Don’t stutter like that,” said Rukia. “I don’t bite.” She studied the girl and realized that she hasn’t met her before. “You’re new here?”
“Yes,” the girl replied. “My name is Namine.”
“Namine? I’m Rukia Kuchiki,”
“Pleased to meet you, Miss Rukia,”
“Nice to meet you too,”
Rukia’s eyes fell on the girl’s hands. She was holding a sketchbook and a pencil.
“You draw?” Rukia asked.
“Yes,” said Namine.
“I draw too,” said Rukia. She then pulled out her sketchbook from... well... nowhere, really, but that’s not the point. Anyways, she showed it to Namine.
Namine flipped the sketchbook open and looked through the drawings. She found them quite cute albeit a bit too childish. But then, Rukia didn’t look any older than her.
“They’re... um... nice,” she said quietly. At least she wasn’t exactly lying.
“That’s good,” said Rukia, taking back the sketchbook. “I see that you’ve got an eye for art. My friends- back where I came from- didn’t appreciate them.”
The blonde girl didn’t really wonder why. She gave another nervous smile.
“Anyways, I’ll be on my way now,” Rukia said. “You take care. There are a lot of strange things in this place.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Namine, a smile still plastered on her face.
As the blonde watched Rukia walk away, she wondered if the other people in the village are stranger than she is.
Where: the farm
When: Thursday, January 19, morning
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Rukia meets Namine. Because, you know, I can't possibly rp with myself.
Rukia was taking a morning walk in the village. She has developed the habit in the past weeks of her stay. Her walks didn’t get boring- there was always something new (and usually strange) to discover. Also, a lot more people seem to pour in the village everyday. Chances are there will be one or two new faces to meet along the way.
It was an ordinary day. Rukia found a few chickens that managed to get out of their cages and decided to put them back in. While hushing the chickens back to the cage, she noticed a girl with blonde hair standing a few steps from her. She was watching her carefully.
“What are you staring at?” said Rukia, putting the chicken back in and closing the door.
The girl flinched at Rukia’s attitude and smiled nervously. “Sorry... I-I was just curious,” she stuttered.
“Don’t stutter like that,” said Rukia. “I don’t bite.” She studied the girl and realized that she hasn’t met her before. “You’re new here?”
“Yes,” the girl replied. “My name is Namine.”
“Namine? I’m Rukia Kuchiki,”
“Pleased to meet you, Miss Rukia,”
“Nice to meet you too,”
Rukia’s eyes fell on the girl’s hands. She was holding a sketchbook and a pencil.
“You draw?” Rukia asked.
“Yes,” said Namine.
“I draw too,” said Rukia. She then pulled out her sketchbook from... well... nowhere, really, but that’s not the point. Anyways, she showed it to Namine.
Namine flipped the sketchbook open and looked through the drawings. She found them quite cute albeit a bit too childish. But then, Rukia didn’t look any older than her.
“They’re... um... nice,” she said quietly. At least she wasn’t exactly lying.
“That’s good,” said Rukia, taking back the sketchbook. “I see that you’ve got an eye for art. My friends- back where I came from- didn’t appreciate them.”
The blonde girl didn’t really wonder why. She gave another nervous smile.
“Anyways, I’ll be on my way now,” Rukia said. “You take care. There are a lot of strange things in this place.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Namine, a smile still plastered on her face.
As the blonde watched Rukia walk away, she wondered if the other people in the village are stranger than she is.