I don't need you in my ear [Partially open]
Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki (Open to Clint or anyone who hears the LOUD NOISES)
Location: B45
Time: Rukia's arrival date.
Content: A somewhat jet-lagged and ever so slightly jittery Rukia seeks out a familiar face. A somewhat irritated Ichigo wants to know about her vanishing act. YELLING HAPPENS.
Format: Third.
Warnings: Language. Yelling. Possible connections between blunt objects and ginger heads.
[Rukia was exhausted.
Thirteen hours on a plane, where sleep had proven to be elusive and impossible, plus the fairly noticeable time difference left Rukia feeling a little disorientated and cranky. The last two weeks had gone by in a blur, and now she had to contend with the news that some of the friends she had left behind weren't so left behind and that they were also mutants.
She had a terrible headache right between her eyebrows, and was pretty sure she was about to space out at any moment, but she was now desperately keen to see a friendly face. It had been far too long since she'd seen one.
Counting down the numbers on the door- and trying hard not to boggle at the sheer number of students who were, apparently, just like her, Rukia was relieved when she found B45 and tapped three times on the door.]
Hello?
Location: B45
Time: Rukia's arrival date.
Content: A somewhat jet-lagged and ever so slightly jittery Rukia seeks out a familiar face. A somewhat irritated Ichigo wants to know about her vanishing act. YELLING HAPPENS.
Format: Third.
Warnings: Language. Yelling. Possible connections between blunt objects and ginger heads.
[Rukia was exhausted.
Thirteen hours on a plane, where sleep had proven to be elusive and impossible, plus the fairly noticeable time difference left Rukia feeling a little disorientated and cranky. The last two weeks had gone by in a blur, and now she had to contend with the news that some of the friends she had left behind weren't so left behind and that they were also mutants.
She had a terrible headache right between her eyebrows, and was pretty sure she was about to space out at any moment, but she was now desperately keen to see a friendly face. It had been far too long since she'd seen one.
Counting down the numbers on the door- and trying hard not to boggle at the sheer number of students who were, apparently, just like her, Rukia was relieved when she found B45 and tapped three times on the door.]
Hello?