D gray Rue is walkin in the moonlight
HOW FREAKING HARD IS IT TO FIND A DAMN NEEDLE AND THREAD IN THIS TOWN?
[D gray Rue, with all her wounds now properly bandaged though some of the bandages are staining red in places, walks the streets of Ginkan in the night air, her still ripped up exorcist jacket is drapped over her shoulders]
[sigh] I should probably head back tot he lake before Ahiru gets worried. but i still cant find any sewing impliments. or a SHOWER
[she runs a hand though her greasy oily, tangeled dark brown mane. pits of dried blood and shrapnel still littering it from the battle. despetly wishing she was back at the Black Order where she could take a nice long bath after everyone had gone to bed. bathing was nice, bathing with others was not. but of course, privacy was a luxury one often sacrificed in the order. she only person she had ever bathed with in the public baths had been Ahiru.]
[she stops for a second in the street and stares up at the moon, her thoughts immediatly drifting to her dear friends]
Oh Duckie... im sorry... i wish that at the very least i could at least left you with better last memories than me yelling at you. Little-Myu.... i wish i had told you at least once what an amazing dancer you are more often. and bought you that box of swiss choclat you were eyeing in the candy store before we boarded that train.. Fakir i wish i could have told you how wonderful your stories were. no matter how pissed you would be at me for reading them.
[[OOC: have an angsting D gray!Rue! she could really use a hug right now folks! any volunteers? she could use a bath too.]]