Why do you make me nauseous? [closed] ODC!
WHO: Jinx (
badluckykitty), Shunsui Kyoryaku (
pink_sake)... and maybe Jushirou Soygo (
tempestabianca)?
WHAT: Jinx is finally all healed up.
WHERE: Jushirou's house.
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon (Day 63?).
So, maybe it was not the best was to perform a procedure such as this, yet it was the way that Jinx did things. In her mind, there was no other way to complete this task. So there she sat on the counter top in the kitchen, open switchblade in her hand, taking out her own stitches without any hesitation. As usual, she wore a kimono she borrowed from Jushirou because she had still not called Yuffie to bring her clothes just yet. In her mind, she was going to stay here until she was healed, and then it was her time to get back to her own life. It was time to go back to killing people instead of living this piece of fiction. She was staying in a house with two men who took care of her so kindly, who wanted to know how she was doing, who fed her and let her use their couch to sleep without wanting anything in return. Jushirou was a very kind man, but she was still more attached to Shunsui. He was the one who held her while she slept her first night here, though she was willing to deny everything that happened that night or blame it on sleep deprivation. Jinx hated to cry in front of others.
She had loosened the kimono to expose her leg so she could do her surgical work, which meant that it hung loosely and slightly open over her chest. It had been a week, she was done with the antibiotics and she was tired of looking down at the stitches. It was no longer an open wound, just one big scar, which she was used to, so it was time to take out the stitches. Without flinching, she cut them one by one and pulled out the string, grinning as she did so. "That's right. I'm all better in a week and the fucker who did this to me is never going to see the light of day. That's why you don't fuck with me," she spoke to herself, laughing.
So, it would soon be time to go. It would be time to continue her search for Gin. Sighing, she bit her bottom lip. No, it was useless to search for him now. There had been no reports of his whereabouts. He had already been replaced in the ranks and people were calming down about his disappearance. He probably left of his own will without saying a word so Jinx would not follow him. And that was that. She had been abandoned.
Halfway done with removing the stitches, she began to hum to herself a soft lullaby she remembered from her horror of a childhood. With all her heart, she did not want to go back to her old life. This week being here had showed her many things. And Shunsui... whenever she was around him, her heartbeat strayed from its normal path. She brushed it off as being one of the many things wrong with her rag doll body. Also, she felt a bit sick to her stomach, which she blamed on not eating anything for the past month but things that came in a shiny wrapper. And the one thing she could not blame on anything else is how she blushed whenever she looked at him, and how she wanted to stare whenever he looked at her. Softening her gaze, she continued to hum and cut away the stitches.
badluckykitty), Shunsui Kyoryaku (
pink_sake)... and maybe Jushirou Soygo (
tempestabianca)?
WHAT: Jinx is finally all healed up.
WHERE: Jushirou's house.
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon (Day 63?).
So, maybe it was not the best was to perform a procedure such as this, yet it was the way that Jinx did things. In her mind, there was no other way to complete this task. So there she sat on the counter top in the kitchen, open switchblade in her hand, taking out her own stitches without any hesitation. As usual, she wore a kimono she borrowed from Jushirou because she had still not called Yuffie to bring her clothes just yet. In her mind, she was going to stay here until she was healed, and then it was her time to get back to her own life. It was time to go back to killing people instead of living this piece of fiction. She was staying in a house with two men who took care of her so kindly, who wanted to know how she was doing, who fed her and let her use their couch to sleep without wanting anything in return. Jushirou was a very kind man, but she was still more attached to Shunsui. He was the one who held her while she slept her first night here, though she was willing to deny everything that happened that night or blame it on sleep deprivation. Jinx hated to cry in front of others.
She had loosened the kimono to expose her leg so she could do her surgical work, which meant that it hung loosely and slightly open over her chest. It had been a week, she was done with the antibiotics and she was tired of looking down at the stitches. It was no longer an open wound, just one big scar, which she was used to, so it was time to take out the stitches. Without flinching, she cut them one by one and pulled out the string, grinning as she did so. "That's right. I'm all better in a week and the fucker who did this to me is never going to see the light of day. That's why you don't fuck with me," she spoke to herself, laughing.
So, it would soon be time to go. It would be time to continue her search for Gin. Sighing, she bit her bottom lip. No, it was useless to search for him now. There had been no reports of his whereabouts. He had already been replaced in the ranks and people were calming down about his disappearance. He probably left of his own will without saying a word so Jinx would not follow him. And that was that. She had been abandoned.
Halfway done with removing the stitches, she began to hum to herself a soft lullaby she remembered from her horror of a childhood. With all her heart, she did not want to go back to her old life. This week being here had showed her many things. And Shunsui... whenever she was around him, her heartbeat strayed from its normal path. She brushed it off as being one of the many things wrong with her rag doll body. Also, she felt a bit sick to her stomach, which she blamed on not eating anything for the past month but things that came in a shiny wrapper. And the one thing she could not blame on anything else is how she blushed whenever she looked at him, and how she wanted to stare whenever he looked at her. Softening her gaze, she continued to hum and cut away the stitches.