They used to call me "Lightning," I was always quick to strike....
Who: A Trickster (painhumbles ) and... A Trickster-Like Chick (hexyoutotuesday )
When: A few days after Gabriel and Grimmjow's spat.
Where: Underground Mall
Summary: Jinx sees Gabriel trollin'. This could be the start of a beautiful partnership... Or something.
Warnings: Jinx and Gabriel... being Jinx and Gabriel.
To say that Gabriel getting his ass handed to him by Captain Skull Face was a minor inconvenience was like saying Chernobyl was just a little accident. It had taken longer than usual to heal from his injuries, a fact that left him hiding in a cheap motel with none of his usual creature comforts just for the sake of some comfort, since trying to maintain the illusions on his warehouse were a bust, to lick his wounds with his metaphorical tail between his legs and his hackles raised. He was still in desperate need of rest when boredom overtook him and he retreated into the Underground for solace, choosing a spot in the food court to stake out his target in a way that would require as little movement as possible. To any passer-by, he was just some guy eating ice cream and people-watching- so long as he didn't stand up and draw attention to the persistent limp, he was good. And when chaos erupted at one of the pet stores nearby (something about one of the workers there managing to get a ball python he was showing off stuck on.... Well, let's just say exposing himself to young female customers in the back room by promising them he was going to show them a puppy was a bad move. Score another for Gabriel.
And despite the amount of attention it was causing in the mall, he only paid the bare minimum amount. He leaned over to the guy at the table next to him to ask what happened and got a response. He faked a cringe. "That's gotta sting," he said, sounding utterly sympathetic.
They were making a big fuss out of nothing, though. Really. With any luck, the son of a bitch would get to keep the appendage and never be able to get it up again unless he's watching Anaconda. Gabriel could live with that.
When: A few days after Gabriel and Grimmjow's spat.
Where: Underground Mall
Summary: Jinx sees Gabriel trollin'. This could be the start of a beautiful partnership... Or something.
Warnings: Jinx and Gabriel... being Jinx and Gabriel.
To say that Gabriel getting his ass handed to him by Captain Skull Face was a minor inconvenience was like saying Chernobyl was just a little accident. It had taken longer than usual to heal from his injuries, a fact that left him hiding in a cheap motel with none of his usual creature comforts just for the sake of some comfort, since trying to maintain the illusions on his warehouse were a bust, to lick his wounds with his metaphorical tail between his legs and his hackles raised. He was still in desperate need of rest when boredom overtook him and he retreated into the Underground for solace, choosing a spot in the food court to stake out his target in a way that would require as little movement as possible. To any passer-by, he was just some guy eating ice cream and people-watching- so long as he didn't stand up and draw attention to the persistent limp, he was good. And when chaos erupted at one of the pet stores nearby (something about one of the workers there managing to get a ball python he was showing off stuck on.... Well, let's just say exposing himself to young female customers in the back room by promising them he was going to show them a puppy was a bad move. Score another for Gabriel.
And despite the amount of attention it was causing in the mall, he only paid the bare minimum amount. He leaned over to the guy at the table next to him to ask what happened and got a response. He faked a cringe. "That's gotta sting," he said, sounding utterly sympathetic.
They were making a big fuss out of nothing, though. Really. With any luck, the son of a bitch would get to keep the appendage and never be able to get it up again unless he's watching Anaconda. Gabriel could live with that.