Your TV or Your Life! [open;active]
Character(s): Okita Sougo, Kagura, Leon, anyone else who's interested.
Location: Starting at the train station (Platform 6), heading into town
Content: Okita's up to something... again. Or maybe he's just bored. Same difference.
Warnings: Sadist Boy.
Okita was awake and the sun was barely up.
That in itself was a sure sign something was wrong. The young Shinsegumi member rarely made it a policy to get up before noon, or else before he was forcibly dragged from his bed -- usually either by a furious, ranting Hijikata or an overly-enthusiastic Kondo. However, if he wanted any chance of getting to town without China tagging along, he'd have to sneak out while she was still passed out. Not that he normally cared about her being around. It was more fun that way. But after the last time, with that hot dog vendor and the smoking craters and his empty wallet... Well, maybe it was best to pull this one off on his own.
He paused as he snuck by her bedroom, unable to resist peeking in to stare at the Amanto girl. Her hair was a complete mess and she was snoring, the covers almost completely kicked off. Okita paused, his hands itching. It would be so easy... Dip her hand in a bowl of warm water. Cut the sheets in half. Dump a bucket of cold water on her. Smear stuff all over her face so that she'd wake up thinking she'd bleed in the night or turned green or something. So. Damn. Easy.
He fought the urge off. It wasn't worth the risk of her waking up. Oh, but it was so tempting! With a quiet sigh, he pulled the covers up over her, brushed a strand of orange-red hair away from where it threatened to tickle her nose, and crept away.
Outside of the train, he straightened up and cracked his knuckles, a wicked grin flickering over his lips for a second. It gave the barest hint of the demon lurking inside the innocent-faced boy. He adjusted his sword and tapped his foot on the ground. He had a mission: find a TV or, failing that, a large cache of explosives. Or was it the other way around. Maybe he'd run into that shark-grinned kid. He was some kind of ninja, wasn't he? He looked like he'd be a good fight. Not as fun as sparring with China maybe, but he'd do. Although he was supposed to be avoiding causing too much destruction today.
...At least until he found something incendiary. Or else, someone so stupid that it was too tempting to resist. Or Hijikata-san did something to piss him off again, like breathing. If any of those things happened, well, it just couldn't be helped.
Location: Starting at the train station (Platform 6), heading into town
Content: Okita's up to something... again. Or maybe he's just bored. Same difference.
Warnings: Sadist Boy.
Okita was awake and the sun was barely up.
That in itself was a sure sign something was wrong. The young Shinsegumi member rarely made it a policy to get up before noon, or else before he was forcibly dragged from his bed -- usually either by a furious, ranting Hijikata or an overly-enthusiastic Kondo. However, if he wanted any chance of getting to town without China tagging along, he'd have to sneak out while she was still passed out. Not that he normally cared about her being around. It was more fun that way. But after the last time, with that hot dog vendor and the smoking craters and his empty wallet... Well, maybe it was best to pull this one off on his own.
He paused as he snuck by her bedroom, unable to resist peeking in to stare at the Amanto girl. Her hair was a complete mess and she was snoring, the covers almost completely kicked off. Okita paused, his hands itching. It would be so easy... Dip her hand in a bowl of warm water. Cut the sheets in half. Dump a bucket of cold water on her. Smear stuff all over her face so that she'd wake up thinking she'd bleed in the night or turned green or something. So. Damn. Easy.
He fought the urge off. It wasn't worth the risk of her waking up. Oh, but it was so tempting! With a quiet sigh, he pulled the covers up over her, brushed a strand of orange-red hair away from where it threatened to tickle her nose, and crept away.
Outside of the train, he straightened up and cracked his knuckles, a wicked grin flickering over his lips for a second. It gave the barest hint of the demon lurking inside the innocent-faced boy. He adjusted his sword and tapped his foot on the ground. He had a mission: find a TV or, failing that, a large cache of explosives. Or was it the other way around. Maybe he'd run into that shark-grinned kid. He was some kind of ninja, wasn't he? He looked like he'd be a good fight. Not as fun as sparring with China maybe, but he'd do. Although he was supposed to be avoiding causing too much destruction today.
...At least until he found something incendiary. Or else, someone so stupid that it was too tempting to resist. Or Hijikata-san did something to piss him off again, like breathing. If any of those things happened, well, it just couldn't be helped.