backdated to 9/24.

The cool water rained down from the shower head, cold against her already chilled skin. Soi Fong disliked wasting water, and despite the long lengths it took for it to heat up, she'd stand underneath it as she turned the faucet. Algid water ( could feel like flames... )

[From Eight Million Years Ago, because Nate and I do so many RPs together, we kept pushing this one off...Soi Fong, tired of heat and sitting at a desk, refusing to slouch (because slouching just wasn't in her vocabulary) she tapped her slipper against the hardwood floor in a steady, meaningless beat. Staring down at the words, finally beginning to ( Read more... )

It was still warm enough not to have to grab a jacket. In fact, Tenten figured she could get by with a light shirt and a pair of shorts. She was desperately hanging on to the last few days of summer even as the temperature began to drop. She found her subway card but no longer needed the map having long since remembered the path there. Now all ( Read more... )

Soi Fong was bored. Both Yoruichi and Kisuke were out doing their own things, possibly interesting things, but neither had invited her along. Usually, she looked forward to morning shifts, where she got home before five and could enjoy a good, relaxing evening. Today, though, the apartment was too quiet, and she just wasn't in any sort of mood to ( Read more... )

Tenten fitted the shirt on with a smile. Her friends had definitely picked this out and told her father to buy it. It was down to her knees and in a traditional Chinese cut made of a pure black silk adorned with a dragon that wrapped itself around her body. It was sleeveless, which would be perfect back home at this time of year. Considering ( Read more... )

Yoruichi settled comfortably on the couch with Soi Fong, waiting patiently for Kisuke to finish cooking that staple of any cinematic experience, popcorn. She picked up the stack of horror movies and began shuffling through them, pondering which one to start first. Scariest, least scariest, or a random choice ( Read more... )

Another workday finished, which included a badly prepared lunch and more hours than she really liked dealing with customers with bad taste. It didn't make things the least bit better that the weather was playing a sick game with her. Logically, she'd brought her large winter coat with her to work, seeing as how it was winter ( Read more... )