A not-so triumphant return
Who: grimmjerk, 1stguardian, and OPEN to any inhabitant of Nueva Last Noches!
When: Early evening, directly following his post and continuing later into the night.
Where: The baseball diamond, then en route to the castle, then the castle itself.
Summary: Grimmjow finally returns from the dead - and from a trip back home. An unfortunate side-effect is a collection of serious injuries, which have left him disabled and vulnerable on the baseball diamond. Luckily for everyone involved, Ichigo's been waiting for him.
FOR LAS NOCHES RESIDENTS would you like to talk with/mock Grimmjow once he has returned? Then please, start a new thread! He will be in his room, injured and unable to flee or punch, so go ahead and stop by!
Warnings: Cursing! Some graphic-ness related to wounds and such.
[ It was a fucking weird feeling, remembering that much that quickly. If Grimmjow hadn't recalled what had happened when the Quincy had disappeared and shown back up again along with all the rest of it, he would've thought he was finally losing his damn mind. So close to croaking that he'd gone off the deep end, making up wild, impossible shit while he bled out all over the dirt and the muck.
But even half-dead, he wasn't stupid.
He remembered, and he couldn't pretend that the gray, cold sky and the indistinct shapes of a dark city weren't utterly familiar. He would have laughed and laughed and laughed because what a joke, but after the first time he had tried he'd decided that hacking up another gob of blood and bile just wasn't worth it. He'd also thought of moving, of maybe dragging his battered body toward the shore and the murky, white-capped waves that he knew would still be there, but even that wasn't worth it, either. ]
Fuck this.
[ He could hear someone shouting, though hell if he knew who, or from where. ]
Just fuck it.
When: Early evening, directly following his post and continuing later into the night.
Where: The baseball diamond, then en route to the castle, then the castle itself.
Summary: Grimmjow finally returns from the dead - and from a trip back home. An unfortunate side-effect is a collection of serious injuries, which have left him disabled and vulnerable on the baseball diamond. Luckily for everyone involved, Ichigo's been waiting for him.
FOR LAS NOCHES RESIDENTS would you like to talk with/mock Grimmjow once he has returned? Then please, start a new thread! He will be in his room, injured and unable to flee or punch, so go ahead and stop by!
Warnings: Cursing! Some graphic-ness related to wounds and such.
[ It was a fucking weird feeling, remembering that much that quickly. If Grimmjow hadn't recalled what had happened when the Quincy had disappeared and shown back up again along with all the rest of it, he would've thought he was finally losing his damn mind. So close to croaking that he'd gone off the deep end, making up wild, impossible shit while he bled out all over the dirt and the muck.
But even half-dead, he wasn't stupid.
He remembered, and he couldn't pretend that the gray, cold sky and the indistinct shapes of a dark city weren't utterly familiar. He would have laughed and laughed and laughed because what a joke, but after the first time he had tried he'd decided that hacking up another gob of blood and bile just wasn't worth it. He'd also thought of moving, of maybe dragging his battered body toward the shore and the murky, white-capped waves that he knew would still be there, but even that wasn't worth it, either. ]
Fuck this.
[ He could hear someone shouting, though hell if he knew who, or from where. ]
Just fuck it.