I Can't Get Enough of You Baby [Active, Open]
Who: Orihime, Leechigo, OPEN!
Where: Dirt Hallway, then the library, AND BEYOND (just pick a room and put it in the subject line, and that's where she will conveniently wander)
When: Day 004
What: Orihime awakens, free of the laboratory...or so she thinks. A horrible creature is bound to her, that seems to be Ichigo to Orihime's eyes. To everyone else? They can see the monster quite clearly.
Warnings: The monster is scary. And hurting it may have unexpected consequences.
It was the smell of dry dirt that drilled through the fog of sleep first. She started to inhale the scent, then immediately wished she hadn't when dust went straight up her nose. Orihime cupped her hands to her face, wincing as she tried to cough out what she could. Ugh, and her throat was so dry already...
Wait, dirt? There had been no dirt on the floor of the cell. She blinked watery eyes, glancing around her. No bars. No laboratory. No prisoners. It seemed she'd been set free. While she was overjoyed at the prospect, she was still uneasy about the situation in general. It was just too strange. The experiment didn't seem to have done anything to her that was worth monitoring, so why had she been turned loose?
Tentatively she touched her throat, and frowned. The cord was still there. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it, particularly when she swallowed. And sure enough, Ichigo was on the other end of that cord still. It puzzled her...why the two of them? The only guess that came to mind was that it was some sort of breeding project, and she rejected that with every fiber of her being just because it was far too disturbing to think about. Sure she loved him, and if what she was feeling was correct, he seemed very much attracted to her as well. It seemed the most logical explanation as to why Orihime and Ichigo, a male and a female who already harbored chemistry for one another, would be forcefully placed together in close contact.
She picked at the knot of the noose with her fingernails, but it was solid and unyielding. Her eyes drifted to Ichigo, who lay sleeping on his side. Her expression softened with a smile, but it faded when she recalled what they'd done to him. Her hairpins...she could feel her connection to them once more, so she didn't waste any more time to cover his body with the Sacred Dual Return Shield, willing away his injuries. She knew of his ribs and his wrists, but this would take care of anything she didn't know about. And as soon as he was awake, they would be off. There was a great deal she needed to know, and on her to-do list was the library to check on the journal. The last few entries suddenly seemed relevant, and Orihime wanted to note her experience as well while it was still fresh in her mind. Hopefully she could make sense of it. And if she couldn't? Then the next person to find the diary would hopefully have better luck.
Where: Dirt Hallway, then the library, AND BEYOND (just pick a room and put it in the subject line, and that's where she will conveniently wander)
When: Day 004
What: Orihime awakens, free of the laboratory...or so she thinks. A horrible creature is bound to her, that seems to be Ichigo to Orihime's eyes. To everyone else? They can see the monster quite clearly.
Warnings: The monster is scary. And hurting it may have unexpected consequences.
It was the smell of dry dirt that drilled through the fog of sleep first. She started to inhale the scent, then immediately wished she hadn't when dust went straight up her nose. Orihime cupped her hands to her face, wincing as she tried to cough out what she could. Ugh, and her throat was so dry already...
Wait, dirt? There had been no dirt on the floor of the cell. She blinked watery eyes, glancing around her. No bars. No laboratory. No prisoners. It seemed she'd been set free. While she was overjoyed at the prospect, she was still uneasy about the situation in general. It was just too strange. The experiment didn't seem to have done anything to her that was worth monitoring, so why had she been turned loose?
Tentatively she touched her throat, and frowned. The cord was still there. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it, particularly when she swallowed. And sure enough, Ichigo was on the other end of that cord still. It puzzled her...why the two of them? The only guess that came to mind was that it was some sort of breeding project, and she rejected that with every fiber of her being just because it was far too disturbing to think about. Sure she loved him, and if what she was feeling was correct, he seemed very much attracted to her as well. It seemed the most logical explanation as to why Orihime and Ichigo, a male and a female who already harbored chemistry for one another, would be forcefully placed together in close contact.
She picked at the knot of the noose with her fingernails, but it was solid and unyielding. Her eyes drifted to Ichigo, who lay sleeping on his side. Her expression softened with a smile, but it faded when she recalled what they'd done to him. Her hairpins...she could feel her connection to them once more, so she didn't waste any more time to cover his body with the Sacred Dual Return Shield, willing away his injuries. She knew of his ribs and his wrists, but this would take care of anything she didn't know about. And as soon as he was awake, they would be off. There was a great deal she needed to know, and on her to-do list was the library to check on the journal. The last few entries suddenly seemed relevant, and Orihime wanted to note her experience as well while it was still fresh in her mind. Hopefully she could make sense of it. And if she couldn't? Then the next person to find the diary would hopefully have better luck.