[log] Grimmjow, Cuarta
Title: No Use Crying Over Spilled Coffee
Characters: Cuarta (kendraxplague), Grimmjow (shadowgirl1605
Timeline: September 18, 2006
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Cuarta and Grimmjow bump into each other at his work. Literally.
Grabbing coffee and buying a new book or CD seemed a good way to wind down at the end of the day, Cuarta had decided.
It was currently eight o'clock, and the sole female Espada had gone through a very strenuous day. First, the day had been packed to the brim with tests, and then after school, Espada practise had run overtime. She'd gone onto her personal trainer afterwards, before eating a quick dinner and running for another forty minutes, as she was prone to do on weekday evenings. Now, she was ready to relax.
She hadn't found anything interesting in the book or music departments yet, and so had come to get coffee at the store conveniently placed within. She wasn't looking much where she was going, instead fixing the bracelet on her wrist (the clasp had mysteriously and frustratingly come undone), hot coffee in hand.
After getting chewed out by his boss yet again, Grimmjow just rolled blue eyes heavenwards and then headed off to the godforsaken task the damn woman had requested. Great, fucking great ... cafe duty ... and just my stupid ass luck, sweeping is the prime task on today's menu of hell enduced labor. And no, Grimmjow was not bitter by any means. No way.
Grumbling the whole time, he entered the cafe, grabbed a broom and went to work. He was halfway done by the time he heard a slightly familiar female voice ordering something at the register, having worked his way a bit closer toward said register. Not caring, he didn't even glance up. So, really, it was a surprise when he was suddenly tumbling backwards after an abrupt collision of sorts. Hot, steaming coffee streamed over his arms, making him swear more than he could ever remember swearing just as he head the floor.
Grimmjow winced, knowing today just wasn't his day. He looked up, a heated glare directed at the culprit. "Just what the fucking fuck is yar problem? Watch where the hell yar walking ... Bitch!" he added for good measure when he realized the person was female, well-endowed, and just happened to be familiar because she was an Espada as well.
Unprepared for someone to suddenly walk into her path, Cuarta had no time to move out of the way. She let out a gasp of pain as the hot coffee spilled over her hands and arms, onto her legs -- and onto the employee in front of her.
"Shit," she swore under her breath. She very rarely cursed, and it showed just how annoyed she was at herself.
"I'm so sorry," she said, turquoise eyes flicking towards the person she'd bumped into. Wasn't he an Espada? The blue hair was a bit difficult to miss. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before," spit out Grimmjow as he got back to his feet, still cursing under his breath. "Damn, what the hell is yar problem? I was walkin' there. Or if you wanna get shitty and technical, I was sweepin'. Same damn thing, if ya ask me. At least watch where yar walkin' ... I got work to do, and now I got a fucking mess to clean up. Thanks," he added dryly with very little remorse for any of his cold words. Even if she was another Espade, it wasn't like he was going to show "special" treatment for just one individual. "Now get the fuck out of my way."
He made to brush pass her, but paused and had to ask, "Just out of morbid curiousity ... what's yar number? Espada-wise. I'm not gettin' fresh with yar ass."
It was almost refreshing to have someone not make allowances for her simply because she was both a female and an Espada. Cuarta glanced at him. "I'll help clean up," she offered. She did feel guilty for having been the cause of this, and although she might not have offered if someone like Noitora needed to clean it up, this person was another story.
"Fourth," she responded, glancing at him quizzically. "And yours?" She remembered him being sixth, or possibly seventh -- but she didn't want to say it out loud for fear of getting it wrong.
Grimmjow was slightly taken aback by her offer to help, but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Just a sec." He grabbed two rolls of paper towels and tossed one to her. "Well, if you're serious, let's get to work." He was still scowling, no emotion betrayed on his face about his previous surprise. "So, yar the fourth Espada, huh? I've heard a little about ya, not much .. but a little. Not really into gossip. I'm sixth. A little behind ya, but whatever. Not's like I care." That was a flat-out lie, but he wasn't about to blurt out his life goals to some broad he just met. "So, lady, what'cha doing around here? Didn't know this was yar kinda town."
He was referring to the main district it was in, though it could be taken in another way. For example, she could possibly think he was putting down the poorer streets that surrounded this specific district. All the better, than she wouldn't even consider the possibility he lived around here. But she looked like a sharp one. Damn it all to hell.
She caught it deftly and ripped some off the roll to wipe off the remaining coffee on her clothes and skin. "Don't listen to what you hear about me," she said quite seriously, not looking at him. Instead, she was rather fixated on making sure every bit of coffee was gone from her body. "Noitora likes to say things that aren't true."
She nodded at the mention of his rank. While other people might merely have bragged about how they were higher than he was, Cuarta simply didn't care. "Of course you care," she said, shrugging. "Everyone wants to be the best of the best in the Espada. No one wants to keep their rank forever, aside from Ulquiorra. For now, though, fourth suits me fine." Particularly because if she ever strayed from that rank, her nickname would be unsuitable.
She glanced at him, frowning slightly. "There's nothing particularly wrong with this side of town," she replied. "I came to get something new to entertain myself. A book, or a CD -- I don't really know what I'm looking for." She arched an eyebrow. "I don't suppose you could suggest anything that might be interesting, could you?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "Like I said, lady, I'm not really into all that gossip shit." He brushed off her comment about him caring about his rank, and instead took notice of how she avoided the subject - well, the bit about her rank being higher than his anyway.
"So, lookin' for a good read or something'? Can't really help ya there, but if you wanna good cd ... I'd say look for Opiate for the Masses. They're one hell of a band." He finished cleaning up the mess that the coffee had made, shrugged again, and then threw the used paper towels in the trash. "Well, if that's all, I'll be seein' ya."
She nodded. Thankfully, there was now someone above all the petty nonsense Noitora (as well as some of the other male students) spewed about her.
"Opiate For the Masses?" She hadn't heard of them before, but she made a mental note to check them out. "All right. Thank you." Cuarta threw her own used paper towels in the bin, and glanced up at him as he spoke, obviously meaning to leave.
On a whim, Cuarta stuck out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Halibel," she informed him, much to her own surprise. "But most people call me Cuarta." Her lips twitched into a faint smile, a rarity for her. "And I really didn't mean to spill coffee all over you."
The blue-haired Espada quirked an eyebrow, paused and accepted her hand, shaking it. "Name's Grimmjow Jaggerjack. Most just call me GJ or Grimm." He dropped her hand after the brief shake and introduction. "See ya around. Hopefully next time you won't have any coffee."
Despite himself, he let a half smirk slip onto his lips and then took his leave finally, heading back over to the store section of Borders and getting back to work. Well, she wasn't so bad, he guessed.
"Pleasure to meet you," she said, and was rather interested to find that she was, indeed, being honest.
She gave a faint, melodic laugh. "Next time, I'll watch where I'm going. I'll take a look at that band you mentioned." She turned then, giving him a slight wave of her hand. "See you, Grimmjow."
She headed off to the music department in order to find that CD, finding herself to be in a better mood than she'd been in for a very long time.
Maybe not all of the males in the Espada were jerks, after all.
Characters: Cuarta (kendraxplague), Grimmjow (shadowgirl1605
Timeline: September 18, 2006
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Cuarta and Grimmjow bump into each other at his work. Literally.
Grabbing coffee and buying a new book or CD seemed a good way to wind down at the end of the day, Cuarta had decided.
It was currently eight o'clock, and the sole female Espada had gone through a very strenuous day. First, the day had been packed to the brim with tests, and then after school, Espada practise had run overtime. She'd gone onto her personal trainer afterwards, before eating a quick dinner and running for another forty minutes, as she was prone to do on weekday evenings. Now, she was ready to relax.
She hadn't found anything interesting in the book or music departments yet, and so had come to get coffee at the store conveniently placed within. She wasn't looking much where she was going, instead fixing the bracelet on her wrist (the clasp had mysteriously and frustratingly come undone), hot coffee in hand.
After getting chewed out by his boss yet again, Grimmjow just rolled blue eyes heavenwards and then headed off to the godforsaken task the damn woman had requested. Great, fucking great ... cafe duty ... and just my stupid ass luck, sweeping is the prime task on today's menu of hell enduced labor. And no, Grimmjow was not bitter by any means. No way.
Grumbling the whole time, he entered the cafe, grabbed a broom and went to work. He was halfway done by the time he heard a slightly familiar female voice ordering something at the register, having worked his way a bit closer toward said register. Not caring, he didn't even glance up. So, really, it was a surprise when he was suddenly tumbling backwards after an abrupt collision of sorts. Hot, steaming coffee streamed over his arms, making him swear more than he could ever remember swearing just as he head the floor.
Grimmjow winced, knowing today just wasn't his day. He looked up, a heated glare directed at the culprit. "Just what the fucking fuck is yar problem? Watch where the hell yar walking ... Bitch!" he added for good measure when he realized the person was female, well-endowed, and just happened to be familiar because she was an Espada as well.
Unprepared for someone to suddenly walk into her path, Cuarta had no time to move out of the way. She let out a gasp of pain as the hot coffee spilled over her hands and arms, onto her legs -- and onto the employee in front of her.
"Shit," she swore under her breath. She very rarely cursed, and it showed just how annoyed she was at herself.
"I'm so sorry," she said, turquoise eyes flicking towards the person she'd bumped into. Wasn't he an Espada? The blue hair was a bit difficult to miss. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before," spit out Grimmjow as he got back to his feet, still cursing under his breath. "Damn, what the hell is yar problem? I was walkin' there. Or if you wanna get shitty and technical, I was sweepin'. Same damn thing, if ya ask me. At least watch where yar walkin' ... I got work to do, and now I got a fucking mess to clean up. Thanks," he added dryly with very little remorse for any of his cold words. Even if she was another Espade, it wasn't like he was going to show "special" treatment for just one individual. "Now get the fuck out of my way."
He made to brush pass her, but paused and had to ask, "Just out of morbid curiousity ... what's yar number? Espada-wise. I'm not gettin' fresh with yar ass."
It was almost refreshing to have someone not make allowances for her simply because she was both a female and an Espada. Cuarta glanced at him. "I'll help clean up," she offered. She did feel guilty for having been the cause of this, and although she might not have offered if someone like Noitora needed to clean it up, this person was another story.
"Fourth," she responded, glancing at him quizzically. "And yours?" She remembered him being sixth, or possibly seventh -- but she didn't want to say it out loud for fear of getting it wrong.
Grimmjow was slightly taken aback by her offer to help, but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Just a sec." He grabbed two rolls of paper towels and tossed one to her. "Well, if you're serious, let's get to work." He was still scowling, no emotion betrayed on his face about his previous surprise. "So, yar the fourth Espada, huh? I've heard a little about ya, not much .. but a little. Not really into gossip. I'm sixth. A little behind ya, but whatever. Not's like I care." That was a flat-out lie, but he wasn't about to blurt out his life goals to some broad he just met. "So, lady, what'cha doing around here? Didn't know this was yar kinda town."
He was referring to the main district it was in, though it could be taken in another way. For example, she could possibly think he was putting down the poorer streets that surrounded this specific district. All the better, than she wouldn't even consider the possibility he lived around here. But she looked like a sharp one. Damn it all to hell.
She caught it deftly and ripped some off the roll to wipe off the remaining coffee on her clothes and skin. "Don't listen to what you hear about me," she said quite seriously, not looking at him. Instead, she was rather fixated on making sure every bit of coffee was gone from her body. "Noitora likes to say things that aren't true."
She nodded at the mention of his rank. While other people might merely have bragged about how they were higher than he was, Cuarta simply didn't care. "Of course you care," she said, shrugging. "Everyone wants to be the best of the best in the Espada. No one wants to keep their rank forever, aside from Ulquiorra. For now, though, fourth suits me fine." Particularly because if she ever strayed from that rank, her nickname would be unsuitable.
She glanced at him, frowning slightly. "There's nothing particularly wrong with this side of town," she replied. "I came to get something new to entertain myself. A book, or a CD -- I don't really know what I'm looking for." She arched an eyebrow. "I don't suppose you could suggest anything that might be interesting, could you?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "Like I said, lady, I'm not really into all that gossip shit." He brushed off her comment about him caring about his rank, and instead took notice of how she avoided the subject - well, the bit about her rank being higher than his anyway.
"So, lookin' for a good read or something'? Can't really help ya there, but if you wanna good cd ... I'd say look for Opiate for the Masses. They're one hell of a band." He finished cleaning up the mess that the coffee had made, shrugged again, and then threw the used paper towels in the trash. "Well, if that's all, I'll be seein' ya."
She nodded. Thankfully, there was now someone above all the petty nonsense Noitora (as well as some of the other male students) spewed about her.
"Opiate For the Masses?" She hadn't heard of them before, but she made a mental note to check them out. "All right. Thank you." Cuarta threw her own used paper towels in the bin, and glanced up at him as he spoke, obviously meaning to leave.
On a whim, Cuarta stuck out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Halibel," she informed him, much to her own surprise. "But most people call me Cuarta." Her lips twitched into a faint smile, a rarity for her. "And I really didn't mean to spill coffee all over you."
The blue-haired Espada quirked an eyebrow, paused and accepted her hand, shaking it. "Name's Grimmjow Jaggerjack. Most just call me GJ or Grimm." He dropped her hand after the brief shake and introduction. "See ya around. Hopefully next time you won't have any coffee."
Despite himself, he let a half smirk slip onto his lips and then took his leave finally, heading back over to the store section of Borders and getting back to work. Well, she wasn't so bad, he guessed.
"Pleasure to meet you," she said, and was rather interested to find that she was, indeed, being honest.
She gave a faint, melodic laugh. "Next time, I'll watch where I'm going. I'll take a look at that band you mentioned." She turned then, giving him a slight wave of her hand. "See you, Grimmjow."
She headed off to the music department in order to find that CD, finding herself to be in a better mood than she'd been in for a very long time.
Maybe not all of the males in the Espada were jerks, after all.