Miranda, Miranda, she had to be cleaned of every, last spot of dirt, prettied up before she was sent off to die a bloody, messy death in the heat of battle
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Finishing with her cleansing, the conditioner actually served to work through the worst of the knots in her seemingly perpetually tangled, brown hair. Cleansed efficiently for the blood-letting to come and in the eve that would follow. River stepped back, away from the stream with a smile.
Proper girl she was, but all proper girls liked a bit of intrigue. They'd get along when it was said and done, and there would be laughter again when the dirt was washed clean from their souls.
"I've promised to tell your partner a story before the shift runs through, and I'd tell you my own for hours if I lingered. Lots of fancy tales she might be interested in, but I've got to make the appointment." River stepped out of the showers, tossing over her shoulder, "Apologies for the rudeness, but it's been promised, and it needs to be done. You'll be with him tonight. Everything will be pink, pink instead of blue."
Within moments, the nurse had set upon her with towels and brushes, and it would only be a matter of dressing oneself before the truest battle would show it's face.
[[ River's sorry to jet, but she promised Renji a story before the shift was over, so it's cool if the girls have girl talk later? :D ♥ Running off here. ]]
"Oh, okay," Rukia said, looking up at River. It took her only a moment to understand who the girl was referring to when she said "partner", and for some reason it made Rukia blush, just a little. She almost wanted to tag along, but she had the feeling that her presence would only get in the way of whatever story River had to tell. Strangely, that didn't make Rukia feel jealous or left out.
Offering another small smile, Rukia nodded and added, "Good luck."
Then she went back to washing herself, taking particular care not to reopen the wounds on her side or aggravate the broken ribs. She glanced around the shower room; most of the other girls seemed to be in conversations. There were a couple young women by themselves, but Rukia wasn't even sure she had the energy to start up a conversation. She knew that she should, but with River's departure, Rukia's worries crept back out of the shadows in which they had briefly been hiding.
Proper girl she was, but all proper girls liked a bit of intrigue. They'd get along when it was said and done, and there would be laughter again when the dirt was washed clean from their souls.
"I've promised to tell your partner a story before the shift runs through, and I'd tell you my own for hours if I lingered. Lots of fancy tales she might be interested in, but I've got to make the appointment." River stepped out of the showers, tossing over her shoulder, "Apologies for the rudeness, but it's been promised, and it needs to be done. You'll be with him tonight. Everything will be pink, pink instead of blue."
Within moments, the nurse had set upon her with towels and brushes, and it would only be a matter of dressing oneself before the truest battle would show it's face.
[[ River's sorry to jet, but she promised Renji a story before the shift was over, so it's cool if the girls have girl talk later? :D ♥ Running off here. ]]
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Offering another small smile, Rukia nodded and added, "Good luck."
Then she went back to washing herself, taking particular care not to reopen the wounds on her side or aggravate the broken ribs. She glanced around the shower room; most of the other girls seemed to be in conversations. There were a couple young women by themselves, but Rukia wasn't even sure she had the energy to start up a conversation. She knew that she should, but with River's departure, Rukia's worries crept back out of the shadows in which they had briefly been hiding.
Lips tight, she went back to cleaning herself.
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