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[DAY 1] Nishimura Family Home (Byakuya, Gin)

Feb 26, 2008 13:09

Location: Mashiba; Nishimura Home
Time: Early morning
Status: Closed to Byakuya
Danger: Please eat me
Warnings: Violence ( Read more... )

ichimaru gin, kuchiki byakuya, district: mashiba, danger: please eat me

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kuchiki_reborn February 27 2008, 03:53:21 UTC

Eyes shot wide open as he awoke with a start, sitting up from the floor, panting lightly. He closed his eyes and buried his face into his hands, taking his time to regain his breath, taking his time to regain his composure.

After a few minutes, his hands moved away, planting themselves onto the floor again, and he looked around. Strange... This place...

This... wasn't his room... Nor was it a place he had ever been to before.

He slowly got to his feet and dusted himself off. It didn't feel like morning, even though it should have been. The first thing that struck him was the air here; it smelt like... something was burning... or something had been burnt. It was so thick that it was difficult to just breathe. It was so thick that he could almost feel it clinging to his skin ( ... )

oncesilver February 27 2008, 07:00:24 UTC

Slowly, carefully, he climbed out of the tree. He hadn't been up a tree since he was a kid, and they weren't as easy to climb as he remembered. A prank, from his stone-faced coworkers? But no, he definitely remembered going home last night. Taking the same train he always took. In fact, the only thing even slightly strange about yesterday had been--

--the letter. It had sounded like one of those networking conferences; he'd expected a car the next morning, not a kidnapping in the middle of the night. This was insane. He'd have to mention it to his father, he was pretty sure you couldn't do things like this...

He very nearly tripped over a bag at the base of the tree, and paused, frowning at it. It looked like -- a shoulder bag. New. Maybe it belonged to somebody?

The clothes gave him more pause. They were his size, and seemed to have... been left for him. And if they were for him, then the bag...

And that made him Ichimaru Gin, as far as anyone here was concerned.

kuchiki_reborn February 27 2008, 07:58:37 UTC

Quelling the nauseous feeling coiling inside, he swallowed and continued inspecting his surroundings. He had never been in a place like this, nor did he know why or how he ended up here. It wasn't a dream, because he could feel the air threatening to squeeze the life out of him, and that discomfort was definitely real ( ... )

oncesilver February 28 2008, 06:31:18 UTC

Everything fit very neatly. He fastened the hakama into place, feeling vaguely glad of his grandmother and her insistence on learning how your ancestors lived, young man. If it hadn't been for her... Well, he probably still would have gotten them on, eventually. He just wouldn't have known what to do with all the cords.

Kazuo -- Gin, it wasn't even a name, but he kind of liked it, in spite of himself -- paused then, hefting the shoulder bag. Some bottled water, a few pieces of fruit, nothing special. (Although, ...dried persimmons. He hadn't had those since he was a kid--) He'd rifled through it all at least twice already, foolishly hoping he'd just missed the shoes. Socks, even. Anything would have been better than bare feet in a garden.

He glanced over his shoulder, eyeing the house itself. Dark, so there probably wasn't anyone home -- but he could try knocking, maybe he'd get lucky, and someone would be feeling generous.

Maybe they could even point him at the nearest train back home. Yeah.

He liked that idea. Oh, he liked it a

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