Anything goes, but don't blink - you might miss
WHO: Ggio Vega, any of the Bleach cast, and maybe YOU!
WHERE: Mostly around Central Park this evening, but various open places around the City on the weekend.
WHEN: Friday afternoon, Saturday and Sunday!
WARNINGS: Language barriers: Ggio only knows Spanish and Japanese. A bit of naughty language if made angry, possible violence if provoked.
SUMMARY: After a verbal spat with Grimmjow and talking to too many people, Ggio is left with an empty apartment, too many thoughts and nothing to do. IT'S TIME TO GO 'SPLORIN'!
FORMAT: Prose to start, whatever you like afterward!
When he found himself alone, the first thing Ggio thought of doing was rolling around on the bed and taking a nap with all that ample space, just because he could. Or maybe he'd take a bath for as long as wanted, without having to worry about getting caught at falling asleep in the water. However, mere minutes after Grimmjow had left, he found himself pacing, thoughts circling just as he did around the apartment.
This was wrong, unnatural, and much more than he wanted to think about right now, and if he stayed here surrounded by Grimmjow's scent he was going to go crazy. He really wanted to rip something apart, so he scratched at the couch a little before he finally left (leaving deep lacerations down the back of it, and pulling some stuffing out of one cushion).
Late in the afternoon, as the sun began to set, the arrancar wandered around the large park that was nearby, sticking to the grassy areas as he slowly made his way to where he could smell water. He favored the feeling of the earth beneath his feet, through the thin soles of his simple shoes, and the company of trees over the sidewalks and whatever humans were around. Though there was a large body of water around, Ggio found himself drawn to a structure that had water falling from it, and chose to stop there. He was displeased at how he wasn't used to the high temperatures of the living world, and how this body seemed easily fatigued, but he stayed quiet and simply frowned at his reflection in the rippling water; occasionally dragging his fingers through it in wonder, and picking at round pieces of shiny metal scattered at the bottom of the shallow pool.
The sight of a young, somewhat effeminate boy in fitted jeans and a wide-necked, short-sleeved dark shirt sitting at the edge of Pulitzer Fountain wasn't anything out of the ordinary - if it weren't for the Smilodon skull crowning his head. This same strange boy in the net few days appeared all around the city; in the air, on rooftops, in back alleys and sometimes even the sidewalks, looking through shop windows.
WHERE: Mostly around Central Park this evening, but various open places around the City on the weekend.
WHEN: Friday afternoon, Saturday and Sunday!
WARNINGS: Language barriers: Ggio only knows Spanish and Japanese. A bit of naughty language if made angry, possible violence if provoked.
SUMMARY: After a verbal spat with Grimmjow and talking to too many people, Ggio is left with an empty apartment, too many thoughts and nothing to do. IT'S TIME TO GO 'SPLORIN'!
FORMAT: Prose to start, whatever you like afterward!
When he found himself alone, the first thing Ggio thought of doing was rolling around on the bed and taking a nap with all that ample space, just because he could. Or maybe he'd take a bath for as long as wanted, without having to worry about getting caught at falling asleep in the water. However, mere minutes after Grimmjow had left, he found himself pacing, thoughts circling just as he did around the apartment.
This was wrong, unnatural, and much more than he wanted to think about right now, and if he stayed here surrounded by Grimmjow's scent he was going to go crazy. He really wanted to rip something apart, so he scratched at the couch a little before he finally left (leaving deep lacerations down the back of it, and pulling some stuffing out of one cushion).
Late in the afternoon, as the sun began to set, the arrancar wandered around the large park that was nearby, sticking to the grassy areas as he slowly made his way to where he could smell water. He favored the feeling of the earth beneath his feet, through the thin soles of his simple shoes, and the company of trees over the sidewalks and whatever humans were around. Though there was a large body of water around, Ggio found himself drawn to a structure that had water falling from it, and chose to stop there. He was displeased at how he wasn't used to the high temperatures of the living world, and how this body seemed easily fatigued, but he stayed quiet and simply frowned at his reflection in the rippling water; occasionally dragging his fingers through it in wonder, and picking at round pieces of shiny metal scattered at the bottom of the shallow pool.
The sight of a young, somewhat effeminate boy in fitted jeans and a wide-necked, short-sleeved dark shirt sitting at the edge of Pulitzer Fountain wasn't anything out of the ordinary - if it weren't for the Smilodon skull crowning his head. This same strange boy in the net few days appeared all around the city; in the air, on rooftops, in back alleys and sometimes even the sidewalks, looking through shop windows.