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[Action Thread] [Bubble Showers] [Open to all] [Closed]

Mar 21, 2006 19:32

It had been one of those nights: the ones where Sakon stayed up all hours and slept during the day. Only he hadn't slept. He'd tried, three times actually, of which he was quite proud yet his mind wasn't letting him stay in his bed, on the floor or even in his brother's. Which left him tired, restless and bored ( Read more... )

closed, open, hiyori, action thread, rukia

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sensus_diversus March 22 2006, 05:08:21 UTC

There was something about being stuck inside that apartment that bothered Hiyori. Maybe it was the height, or the smell, or...it could have been a million things. She'd always been a picky person, someone who chose her company and surroundings somewhat carefully. If she didn't like something, she'd most likely just throw it at the wall instead of dealing with it.

So whenever the walls were just too much, and the whole place got more quiet than she'd ever been used to her home being, she just walked out. This time, for instance. Hirako was out at work, so it did cross her mind to lock the door as she scrambled out of the apartment, but she couldn't be bothered. There wasn't a whole lot to steal.

It was surprising to see a man sitting atop the railing, blowing little bubbles down, so she paused on her way to the stairs heading down. They only shone in the right light, where the rays from those useless windows hit them just right. Was he her neighbor ( ... )

right_shard March 22 2006, 05:48:51 UTC

At the sound of a voice--or rather, the sound of a grunt preceding voice--Sakon turned his head. As he was still blowing softly, the bubbles followed him and a few fluttered in the direction of this girl who...

...well, Sakon couldn't summarize the way she looked. Like a mixbreed ally cat, maybe. Or an overgrown, wiry blond street kit. Dipping the cap back within the bottle, he canted his head to the side, jagged locks sliding alongside a grin that was too slow. Too glazed. Yet his eyes were clear blue, despite the fact that they were contacts, and he had decided she might be a potential playmate.

"I'm outside of nineteen. I do live there, though." At this point he was leaning slightly backwards, stomach taut, calves tightened. A bubble-blowing gargoyle, only far more colorful, insultingly so.

"And you're from twenty. You live with the man who doesn't like to talk about 'penis'." Head cocked a little further, eyes creasing.

sensus_diversus March 22 2006, 22:14:15 UTC

[ *faceplant* Thanks, I probably wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't brought it up, too. ]

He moved like she thought a wild cat might, or immense anaconda, maybe, all muscle and playful control. Big enough to know that he could catch his prey, and confident enough to take his time. It was enough to make her right hand tighten into a fist, but she stuffed that inside her coat pocket before it could aim itself at anything. Anyone.

"I wouldn't know," she answered noncommittally. There was an odd strain in her words, a tightening of her throat and a quirk of her lip as she thought of Hirako talking about penises. Refusing to, actually. It amounted to the same thing. She couldn't see that idiot doing it, but there was something almost insurmountably amusing about trying imagining.

"Should I consider you the neighbor who does like to talk about penis?" Hiyori considered leaning against the railing, but decided against it. It wasn't that she thought she might knock the man off it (bonus points), but just that it make send the message that ( ... )

right_shard March 23 2006, 00:04:07 UTC

[Hahah, no problem dear.]

His grin grew a little wider, if but for a moment and only on one side. She reminded him of the rare girls he ran with as a child, a vagabond haunting the streets. It was the scruff, the way she hung back slightly, the roll of her words.

His eyes relaxed until they shut, pulling himself back upright to tilt his head back and issue a fresh flurry of sudsy snowfall before returning that faux blue gaze to her. "I was merely helping a lady explain to the small princess the difference two inches may or may not make." His low, strangely lilted voice crooned innocently.

"He didn't like it in his journal, I think." At this, he settled the bottle on his abdomen and leaned back again until his body formed an obtuse angle, fingers interlaced and face turned to her as if he were lying down on an invisible chaise lounge. "I'm Sakon. I've been here a week."

Yes, Sakon talked to strangers and no, he didn't discriminate in divulging information. He'd grown into the stranger you didn't talk to, so he found worry needless.

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dramabunny March 22 2006, 05:51:42 UTC

Rukia jumped, startled, as something popped against her left ear. She was almost at the building, close enough to flee if they were under attack, but it was much softer than that. More like gum than an air rifle. Pop. That one was above her. She batted her hands over her head, fingertips swiping through something almost as light as air but not quite. And it probably looked quite strange, small girl with bookbag in a heap at her side, arms flailing against an invisible foe.

And then something translucent and rainbow coloured balanced precariously on the end of her nose before exploding with yet another faint pop, showering soap fragments towards hastily closed eyes. Bubbles?

She reached forward and caught one more in a cupped hand, looking down at it warily until it followed it's comrades into oblivion. Where they were coming from was a different matter, bubbles were not created from thin air. Or perhaps technically they were created from thin air, but they also required soapy mixture and an active participant. She looked around, ( ... )