[closed/in progress]
WHO: Grimmjow [stradapanthera] and Greed [avariceshield]
WHAT: Grimm and Greed arrange to fight.
WHERE: Greed's bar.
WHEN: Today (day 76)
Rukia and Renji were probably going to yell at him since he'd just healed a week ago from his last fight. That was fine. They could scold him all they fucking wanted.
Grimmjow didn't back down from a challenge. It wasn't simply that anyone who challenged him he'd fight. You had to have something to make him interested. Some kind of strength that'd let him know he wouldn't be wasting his time. Grimmjow wasn't going to fight some emotional dickhead who had a bone to pick with him since it wouldn't be exciting for him. And he wasn't going to fight a girl whose ass he could kick in a second. It had to be fun for him. The idea that he'd be unlikely to break Greed's carbon shield made it even more of a challenge.
The bar had enough people in it for Grimmjow to wonder what the fuck they did for a living to be able to sit there and drink on a Monday; they couldn't all be hitmen. Whatever. There wasn't a whole slew of people anyway. Greed had said he'd show Grimmjow where they were going to fight when he got there. It wasn't hard to spot the stupid bastard. He was sitting there on a couch with some other assholes and Grimmjow could have pulled out his gun and shot him on sight. But that kind of killing wasn't fun at all.
"How much did you pay these whores to sit by you?" Grimmjow asked and nodded toward the women near Greed. "Don't look like they're worth more than a couple bucks."
WHAT: Grimm and Greed arrange to fight.
WHERE: Greed's bar.
WHEN: Today (day 76)
Rukia and Renji were probably going to yell at him since he'd just healed a week ago from his last fight. That was fine. They could scold him all they fucking wanted.
Grimmjow didn't back down from a challenge. It wasn't simply that anyone who challenged him he'd fight. You had to have something to make him interested. Some kind of strength that'd let him know he wouldn't be wasting his time. Grimmjow wasn't going to fight some emotional dickhead who had a bone to pick with him since it wouldn't be exciting for him. And he wasn't going to fight a girl whose ass he could kick in a second. It had to be fun for him. The idea that he'd be unlikely to break Greed's carbon shield made it even more of a challenge.
The bar had enough people in it for Grimmjow to wonder what the fuck they did for a living to be able to sit there and drink on a Monday; they couldn't all be hitmen. Whatever. There wasn't a whole slew of people anyway. Greed had said he'd show Grimmjow where they were going to fight when he got there. It wasn't hard to spot the stupid bastard. He was sitting there on a couch with some other assholes and Grimmjow could have pulled out his gun and shot him on sight. But that kind of killing wasn't fun at all.
"How much did you pay these whores to sit by you?" Grimmjow asked and nodded toward the women near Greed. "Don't look like they're worth more than a couple bucks."