This time, this time
Who: Grimmjow, OPEN
What: Waking up on the Island, his second day here, collecting his thoughts and possibly encountering others.
When: January 21st
Where: Salkia Forest
Warnings: It's Grimmjow. He's a warning in himself.
His body ached still. It had been years possibly since he felt like this. So goddamn weak and how he just hated it with every fiber of his being. His eyes slowly opened to see a pool of red under his body, the reflection of his battered being reflected in it. Still bleeding. Moving around so damn much made his wounds reopen. His blue eyes narrowed as he winced before he pushed himself upward, and tried to regain his memory from before. The last thing he remembered was Kurosaki.. Protecting him. The bastard was protecting him. He didn’t have the goddamn guts to finish him off! Until that Nnoitra came in and interrupted their battle, he would have won! If given the chance, he fucking would have!
His body shook with anger as attempted to stand, but pain shot through his chest and his left shoulder, where the initial attack from his fellow Espada had struck him. If only that girl was here. Wait a minute. What exactly was here? It wasn’t Hueco Mundo. It wasn’t anything he knew of. Was he put into the human world again? Well, if anything, he couldn’t feel any of Aizen's power. He felt other new ones... But, there were a few familiar ones he could feel. The shinigami, another Arrancar, a powerful human and--
That girl. That fucking human who healed his arm and Ichigo before their last fight. That was one energy he could remember clearly. He could feel his grin returning to his face as he sat himself up, despite the blood that cracked, from being caked onto his skin and clothing. Luckily, Pantera sat next to him and he reached a shaky hand out to place it in his sheath at his side. He would find that girl, and have her heal him again. Whatever this place was, he needed to be at top form. Most likely some of her friends were around. It would be difficult, but Grimmjow had his ways.
He lifted himself to his feet, chuckling. Those bastards. All of them would pay. He would kill every one of them; Kurosaki being the first. He had to get healed. That was his primary objective for now.
His legs shook as they tried to support his body. The previous day he had made his video on his communicator, trying it out for the first time. He didn't move as much, nor did he feel this much fucking pain before. With his back hunched, he made his way through the forest, leaning against the trees he passed by for support, leaning hie arm against them here or there, leaving a bloody mark in his wake. He gritted his teeth and hissed through them as he ventured through the vegetation.
"..Fucking hell."
What: Waking up on the Island, his second day here, collecting his thoughts and possibly encountering others.
When: January 21st
Where: Salkia Forest
Warnings: It's Grimmjow. He's a warning in himself.
His body ached still. It had been years possibly since he felt like this. So goddamn weak and how he just hated it with every fiber of his being. His eyes slowly opened to see a pool of red under his body, the reflection of his battered being reflected in it. Still bleeding. Moving around so damn much made his wounds reopen. His blue eyes narrowed as he winced before he pushed himself upward, and tried to regain his memory from before. The last thing he remembered was Kurosaki.. Protecting him. The bastard was protecting him. He didn’t have the goddamn guts to finish him off! Until that Nnoitra came in and interrupted their battle, he would have won! If given the chance, he fucking would have!
His body shook with anger as attempted to stand, but pain shot through his chest and his left shoulder, where the initial attack from his fellow Espada had struck him. If only that girl was here. Wait a minute. What exactly was here? It wasn’t Hueco Mundo. It wasn’t anything he knew of. Was he put into the human world again? Well, if anything, he couldn’t feel any of Aizen's power. He felt other new ones... But, there were a few familiar ones he could feel. The shinigami, another Arrancar, a powerful human and--
That girl. That fucking human who healed his arm and Ichigo before their last fight. That was one energy he could remember clearly. He could feel his grin returning to his face as he sat himself up, despite the blood that cracked, from being caked onto his skin and clothing. Luckily, Pantera sat next to him and he reached a shaky hand out to place it in his sheath at his side. He would find that girl, and have her heal him again. Whatever this place was, he needed to be at top form. Most likely some of her friends were around. It would be difficult, but Grimmjow had his ways.
He lifted himself to his feet, chuckling. Those bastards. All of them would pay. He would kill every one of them; Kurosaki being the first. He had to get healed. That was his primary objective for now.
His legs shook as they tried to support his body. The previous day he had made his video on his communicator, trying it out for the first time. He didn't move as much, nor did he feel this much fucking pain before. With his back hunched, he made his way through the forest, leaning against the trees he passed by for support, leaning hie arm against them here or there, leaving a bloody mark in his wake. He gritted his teeth and hissed through them as he ventured through the vegetation.
"..Fucking hell."