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Hey, girl.
[ Grimmjow, showing his face again after weeks of keeping to himself. In a change against the norm, he's not wearing his Espada uniform, choosing instead an entirely civilian pair of jeans and a military jacket. With the police focused elsewhere, he can go around without a hat or anything over his face; and this late at night, there's hardly anyone around to give him shit for being one of them (too much noise about that lately, it's started to grate on his last nerve).
And he's walking down a street, just walking (something he learned from Ichigo, before that bastard chose to disappear on him), his NV in hand. ] I got something to ask you--
[ Screaming. And plenty of it, from somewhere nearby. He pauses, then keeps on walking. ] And what the fuck is with this shit lately?
It's not even quiet at night anymore.
[ He turns a corner and goes rock still when a young woman in a bright blue coat stained with red around her arm and shoulder. For the poor girl, it's like running into a brick wall and she bounces off him, the feed just catching a snatch of blue when she crashes back to the pavement.
Grimmjow spares her a split second's glance before his other hand is flashing up and red light flares out and the NV goes dark.
When it comes back, steps can be heard - someone running away as fast as they can; when he turns the camera there is a snatch of blue - and the video shows for a moment a sizzling mass of flesh and blood, the only recognizable part a long, coiling tongue that has been cut off - or blasted off - at the base by a bala.
He snorts. ]
Disgusting.
[ Grimmjow, showing his face again after weeks of keeping to himself. In a change against the norm, he's not wearing his Espada uniform, choosing instead an entirely civilian pair of jeans and a military jacket. With the police focused elsewhere, he can go around without a hat or anything over his face; and this late at night, there's hardly anyone around to give him shit for being one of them (too much noise about that lately, it's started to grate on his last nerve).
And he's walking down a street, just walking (something he learned from Ichigo, before that bastard chose to disappear on him), his NV in hand. ] I got something to ask you--
[ Screaming. And plenty of it, from somewhere nearby. He pauses, then keeps on walking. ] And what the fuck is with this shit lately?
It's not even quiet at night anymore.
[ He turns a corner and goes rock still when a young woman in a bright blue coat stained with red around her arm and shoulder. For the poor girl, it's like running into a brick wall and she bounces off him, the feed just catching a snatch of blue when she crashes back to the pavement.
Grimmjow spares her a split second's glance before his other hand is flashing up and red light flares out and the NV goes dark.
When it comes back, steps can be heard - someone running away as fast as they can; when he turns the camera there is a snatch of blue - and the video shows for a moment a sizzling mass of flesh and blood, the only recognizable part a long, coiling tongue that has been cut off - or blasted off - at the base by a bala.
He snorts. ]
Disgusting.