[LOG] The right arm and the strawberry
Who: Yasutora Sado(gigantederecha) & Kurosaki Ichigo(sonofaghost)
When: After their talk on the journal.
Where: Some nameless field.
Summary: Ichigo and Chad finally meet up after setting loose in the pseudo New York. They plan their next move.
Rating: PG-13 for language...probably violence if the stalker car comes by.
Warnings: Stalker cars.
No matter where Ichigo turned to look, he couldn't stop himself from being so angry. Nothing made much sense to the young shinigami but he figured it was a fool's decision to keep trying to make sense of anything. His head was rolling with the events of the day. He had gone around the city searching and viewing everything he could. He had never been to New York but he had definitely seen it on television. It was depressing. If he ever went to America, he would always have this damned memory of dislike for the place.
Killing cars, gloomy skies, and dead plants weren't what he figured he'd see from the city. If anything he felt cheated. Why could they see the real New York. It made him wonder if Karakura town was as weird as this place. Killer cars... he couldn't even begin to find the logic in how stupid that was. Killing cars was something of the movies, not something that could happen. No one was driving them for heaven's sakes! How the hell could that even be possible!
He was jogging now, a bag in his hand as he concentrated his attention to find Chad. He could feel him up ahead now. It was a relief really to have his friend here. It made things easier. It made him more confident. There were too many hazards but he knew Chad was strong. He knew better than to doubt him. He smiled when he caught side of his old friend, picking up his pace.
"Hey, Chad!" He called out, clutching the bag at his side tighter.
When: After their talk on the journal.
Where: Some nameless field.
Summary: Ichigo and Chad finally meet up after setting loose in the pseudo New York. They plan their next move.
Rating: PG-13 for language...probably violence if the stalker car comes by.
Warnings: Stalker cars.
No matter where Ichigo turned to look, he couldn't stop himself from being so angry. Nothing made much sense to the young shinigami but he figured it was a fool's decision to keep trying to make sense of anything. His head was rolling with the events of the day. He had gone around the city searching and viewing everything he could. He had never been to New York but he had definitely seen it on television. It was depressing. If he ever went to America, he would always have this damned memory of dislike for the place.
Killing cars, gloomy skies, and dead plants weren't what he figured he'd see from the city. If anything he felt cheated. Why could they see the real New York. It made him wonder if Karakura town was as weird as this place. Killer cars... he couldn't even begin to find the logic in how stupid that was. Killing cars was something of the movies, not something that could happen. No one was driving them for heaven's sakes! How the hell could that even be possible!
He was jogging now, a bag in his hand as he concentrated his attention to find Chad. He could feel him up ahead now. It was a relief really to have his friend here. It made things easier. It made him more confident. There were too many hazards but he knew Chad was strong. He knew better than to doubt him. He smiled when he caught side of his old friend, picking up his pace.
"Hey, Chad!" He called out, clutching the bag at his side tighter.