[i.n.c.o.m.p.l.e.t.e.]

[asterick_orange]

Who: Ichigo Kurosaki & ANYONE!
When: Late afternoon
Where: Near the river
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, swearing, more killing, lots of yelling and whatever else!
Summary: Getting sick of starving to death while some of his dimwitted[Ichigo said it, not me] friends wander about in this hell, he decides to go off on his own and kill him

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[fr3ischutz]

Ishida sighed tiredly, but didn't stop walking; it'd been a while since the last time he rested. He was on his way to the city's clock tower, but it was taking longer to get there than he thought it would. He hated to be late, especially when he was the one who set up the meeting in the first place, but he didn't think he had nothing to worry about-- he figured Ichigo was probably lost, doing something stupid, or both.

He found his suspicions were correct when he heard a very loud and very familiar voice. He ran toward the direction of the noise and searched the area until he found the orange-haired shinigami, and many small (and, er, not exactly aesthetically pleasing) monsters fleeing from him.

"Kurosaki!"

[asterick_orange]

"DIEEEEEEEE!" The orange haired shinigami roared much like an angry lion as he swung his blade around like a maniac! The little monsters where scattering about and running even faster now in absolute terror of that BEAST that chased them down from the river! By now he looked like something between hellish nightmare and a absolute idiot losing his cool completely as he kept thrusting his gigantic blade at the ugly lil fucks that where still scampering around like hideous little field mice.

"GET BACK HERE! YOU BASTARDS ARE LUNCH!" Ichigo yelled again until he heard someone in the distance calling his name! He stopped for a moment in mid-stab for he nearly had him one of the critters that annoyed him so badly earlier!

"Oii? oh..?" The shinigami blinked his eyes a few times when he recognized the person who just called for him.
"Ah! Ishida! Oh! Hey!" Funny, just a moment ago...his eyes where bloodshot red and glowing with such hate and rage toward those fleeing creatures, but now he looked as if he reclaimed his senses for the moment.

[fr3ischutz]

Well, at least he didn't have to worry about impostors or anything of the sort. This was definitely your typical, every-day Ichigo Kurosaki.

"Do you have to be so incredibly loud?" Ishida asked as he raised a hand and pushed his rectangular glasses up the bridge of his nose, "I'm almost certain I would have been able to hear you from the other side of the city."

(OOC: I'm so sorry for the delay D8 I've had a hectic couple of days, but hopefully I should be able to start managing my time better. >:[ *thumbs up*)

[asterick_orange]

With the roll of his eyes being the only response given to his friend, the orange haired brat went back to chasing after one of the little gremlins that didn't escape fast enough to avoid the fatal stab of his gigantic blade. Slicing the poor pathetic creature in half, Ichigo did somewhat cringe as it oozed all over the ground. "Yuck...green snot stuff." The shinigami turned up his nose and looked somewhat grin for a minute before he glanced over at Ishida again with a smirk on his face.

"Yo! I am not LOUD, okay?" Grinning still, he wiped off his sword a bit and strolled over to Ishida. "So! Finally I see ya! Dude, where ya been? Got a house or somethin here in this shit hole?"

[ooc: It is OKAY! I am back too!]