Peek-a-Boo [Closed/Complete]
Character(s): Ichimaru Gin. Rangiku Matsumoto
Content: Ichimaru wants to play hide-n-seek with Ran. :">
Setting: Morem o Lisboa-ish area.
Time: Wednesday Evening
Warnings: Slight language.
Gin both liked and disliked trains. Normally, the like outweighed the dislike, but he wasn't so sure this time. His dislike stemmed from the fact that riding the train gave much time for nostalgia to settle in. It was an emotion that bothered the ex-captain, because he felt that it was a bit unnecessary. Nostlagia only ceased to give way to things long past, things Gin was currently regretting he had turned his back on. The silver-haired shinigami knew there was no way to reverse time, so why dwell on such things? An uncharacteristic sigh flew from in between parted lips as the train pulled to a stop. Gin looked up, noting the name of the stop.
"Morem o Lisboa. Hm. Whatta mouthful." A curious expression came over his features, nostalgia now forgotten and pushed aside. He pulled himself up, this stop sounded good. Besides, it was nighttime, he didn't want to be stuck riding in circles on a train all night. Just wasn't a safe thing to do.
As Gin stepped off the train, onto the rather cold platform, he took a quick glance at his surroundings. Didn't look all that much different from that other place he had been. Nifullhaym or some other such nonsensical word. But, it did have the prospect of a place to sleep nearby, if he had read the sign nearby right. Unless "hotel" meant something other than "place to sleep", Gin assumed he was pretty ok. Then it struck him.
He had no money. Rats.
The shinigami frowned much like a little boy who hadn't gotten his way at the thought. Gin had never really needed money. And even so, the skinny ex-captain wasn't so sure this Paixao place would take the currency he used. Just his luck. Thin shoulders shrugged, he would find somewhere to go. He could feel it in his bones. Unless that was just the cold air settling under his skin, of course. Time for a little walking, a little exploring.
Not unlike old days. Now only if he had someone blonde looking for him, it would be perfect.
Content: Ichimaru wants to play hide-n-seek with Ran. :">
Setting: Morem o Lisboa-ish area.
Time: Wednesday Evening
Warnings: Slight language.
Gin both liked and disliked trains. Normally, the like outweighed the dislike, but he wasn't so sure this time. His dislike stemmed from the fact that riding the train gave much time for nostalgia to settle in. It was an emotion that bothered the ex-captain, because he felt that it was a bit unnecessary. Nostlagia only ceased to give way to things long past, things Gin was currently regretting he had turned his back on. The silver-haired shinigami knew there was no way to reverse time, so why dwell on such things? An uncharacteristic sigh flew from in between parted lips as the train pulled to a stop. Gin looked up, noting the name of the stop.
"Morem o Lisboa. Hm. Whatta mouthful." A curious expression came over his features, nostalgia now forgotten and pushed aside. He pulled himself up, this stop sounded good. Besides, it was nighttime, he didn't want to be stuck riding in circles on a train all night. Just wasn't a safe thing to do.
As Gin stepped off the train, onto the rather cold platform, he took a quick glance at his surroundings. Didn't look all that much different from that other place he had been. Nifullhaym or some other such nonsensical word. But, it did have the prospect of a place to sleep nearby, if he had read the sign nearby right. Unless "hotel" meant something other than "place to sleep", Gin assumed he was pretty ok. Then it struck him.
He had no money. Rats.
The shinigami frowned much like a little boy who hadn't gotten his way at the thought. Gin had never really needed money. And even so, the skinny ex-captain wasn't so sure this Paixao place would take the currency he used. Just his luck. Thin shoulders shrugged, he would find somewhere to go. He could feel it in his bones. Unless that was just the cold air settling under his skin, of course. Time for a little walking, a little exploring.
Not unlike old days. Now only if he had someone blonde looking for him, it would be perfect.