Away in a Madhouse... [Active | Open]

[bunny_is_better]

Who: Kuchiki Rukia, open
Where: Parlour
When: Day 001
What: A very confused Shinigami turns up somewhere she isn't supposed to be. WTFery ensues.
Warnings: Startling the death god is not necessarily a good idea. Just sayin'.

Comments

[zeninurface]

A room so breakable was about as impractical as a person could get. Glass chairs, glass tables, glass figurines, ruby fucking flowers. Jack plucked one of the roses from the vase on the dining room table. It twinkle twinkled like a little star in the light from the chandelier. The whole room twinkled. He felt like he was in some Peter Pan bullshit place.

This was what happened when people had millions of dollars and no purpose in their lives. They wasted their time filling rooms with overpriced shit that looked less like shit because it sparkled. But everything, even the twinkly things, became the shit it really was eventually. Even ruby fucking roses.

He stalked to the edge of the room, lingering in the doorway that lead to the parlour. As he got closer the tick tick ticking of the grandfather clock in the other room got louder. It wasn't the sort of sound you could ignore. It drilled into your head like a bad idea and once it got there it didn't leave.

Tick tock tick tock tic--

"What the hell is going on here?"

Jack perked up like a dog. Someone else was in the room, dressed like a Tibetan monk that hadn't been told she was supposed to wear orange. Jack smiled, a half assed tilt that split the scab on his lip.

"Didn't you get the memo?"