I don't understand [OPEN]
CHARACTERS: Nanao
SUMMARY: Nanao arrives. Is confused. Goes to get drunk.
PLACE: Tier 3
TIME: ...current?
WARNINGS: Emo drinking
Nanao was upset. Beyond upset. This was simply unacceptable. She raised her hand in front of her face, concentrating with all her might to make the blue glow of reiatsu appear. Frustration grew but she shoved it down and peered both ways down the corridor again. No hide or hair or pink kimono flash of him. Hmn. It didn't seem like his kind of plot really. Aizen maybe? She froze and shoved down that irrational fear too. Find out where she is now, then worry about Aizen later.
"Where on earth is he?" She stumbled out of the lift and frowned deeply at her legs. Why weren't they working properly? Then she noticed something. She could see perfectly out of these glasses. Her old ones had been just a little out of date, prescriptionwise, and had had a long scratch down the middle from Yamamoto, that she hadn't been able to repair. She took them off to stare at them. Something was horribly, terribly wrong. She touched her hair, realizing it wasn't in her usual bun. She wasn't at home anymore and she could bet Shunsui was not here.
Nanao stared straight ahead, at the door to some meeting place, and she shoved it open resolutely. No one was here that she could see, but some drinks left on a table showed her its true function. Alcohol. Priorities shifted as the loneliness and fear settled in.
She fiddled with the machine until she got what she wanted, several glasses of some clear liquid that burned when she sipped it. She set herself down at a table and in a tried and true 'what would Shunsui do' moment, proceeded to get horribly drunk.
SUMMARY: Nanao arrives. Is confused. Goes to get drunk.
PLACE: Tier 3
TIME: ...current?
WARNINGS: Emo drinking
Nanao was upset. Beyond upset. This was simply unacceptable. She raised her hand in front of her face, concentrating with all her might to make the blue glow of reiatsu appear. Frustration grew but she shoved it down and peered both ways down the corridor again. No hide or hair or pink kimono flash of him. Hmn. It didn't seem like his kind of plot really. Aizen maybe? She froze and shoved down that irrational fear too. Find out where she is now, then worry about Aizen later.
"Where on earth is he?" She stumbled out of the lift and frowned deeply at her legs. Why weren't they working properly? Then she noticed something. She could see perfectly out of these glasses. Her old ones had been just a little out of date, prescriptionwise, and had had a long scratch down the middle from Yamamoto, that she hadn't been able to repair. She took them off to stare at them. Something was horribly, terribly wrong. She touched her hair, realizing it wasn't in her usual bun. She wasn't at home anymore and she could bet Shunsui was not here.
Nanao stared straight ahead, at the door to some meeting place, and she shoved it open resolutely. No one was here that she could see, but some drinks left on a table showed her its true function. Alcohol. Priorities shifted as the loneliness and fear settled in.
She fiddled with the machine until she got what she wanted, several glasses of some clear liquid that burned when she sipped it. She set herself down at a table and in a tried and true 'what would Shunsui do' moment, proceeded to get horribly drunk.