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[amazonofthe21st]

Rachel has been busy. Actually, Rachel hasn't been seen much around Metropolis. In fact, Rachel hasn't been seen much of anywhere... aside from DetroitShe comes back to the apartment in Metropolis at night, because Tobias sleeps there, too, and would worry if she didn't. And while she's never seen him, Rachel has a sneaking suspicion that she's

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[hector_aframian]

Dean is looking for ...

... uh, bandaids. That's all. Nothing else, for sure. Which is why he wanders into the pharmacy and stops, surprised to see someone else there, and then more surprised at who it is. And then wary at the bleeding.

"... That looks fun."

[amazonofthe21st]

Rachel...

... bleeding or not, she wasn't really hoping for company. And between the two people who have helped her learn to perform stitches, Dean was not the one she would have liked to see.

Her expression is caught somewhere between wanting to ask for his help and wanting to demand he go jump off a cliff.

"Great," she quips, because sarcasm is easier than sincerity, scowling and ripping open one of the packages to get at the alcohol wipe. "Then you can have the next one."

There is more than a little hesitation in actually applying the wipe.

[hector_aframian]

Dean smirks, dropping the box of tissues back to the dusty shelf and coming over.

"Sure, all right. Look, if you sew that up yourself you're gonna have a fucker of a scar."

[amazonofthe21st]

"... I know."

She wasn't going to ask Tobias to try. She wasn't going to go stick blood and stitches in Jo's face without knowing how she was doing yet. She really wasnt going to seek out Dean. She's not exactly welcome at the farm.

But Rachel only glances over to Dean, a flicker of blue eyes, still holding the alcohol wipe in one hand.

Well, he can't be expecting her to ask.

[no_guardian_i]

The problem with staying in a city you've never been to in your entire life is that you really have no clue whatsoever where anything is. Food, medicine, entertainment, transportation, clothing and more. Ichigo has no clue where to find any of these things, and since Jane works odd hours and Ichigo sleeps half the day away anyways, he doesn't really have anybody to help him. Today, he's decided to help himself, perhaps forgetting that while he may be able to speak it, reading English is NOT one of his strong points.

It's funny how much less fun exploring can be when you're tired, alone and more than a little nervous. Still, it's something Ichigo needs to do. Staying indoors all day is only going to make him want to sleep, and Ichigo does not want to sleep these days. So Ichigo finds himself out exploring Metropolis today, trying to remember where he's going even as he becomes more and more hopelessly lost. By the time he stumbles upon the drug store, he's not sure he'll ever find his way back, but he carries on nonetheless

[amazonofthe21st]

The bell doesn't startle her that much but Rachel still hears it loud and clearr.

Which means that, by the time she pokes her head out of the pharmacy, she's fully dressed again, wound hidden behind thickly taped gauze and her t-shirt.

The newcomer is watched for a moment but as soon as she realizes how jumpy he is, Rachel decides not to let him see her first.

"Looking for something?"

Though this probably doesn't help his nerves any.

[no_guardian_i]

That assumption is correct. Ichigo jumps for a second time, relaxing a bit when he catches sight of her. She doesn't seem to be brandishing a weapon, unlike many people he passes on the street, so that's a plus.

"N-no," he says, "Just looking. Is this your store?"

Maybe she's just a really bad owner, maybe she's just a looter. Who knows?

[amazonofthe21st]

No weapon. Just a woman, tall and willowy, though the way she carries herself doesn't look anything like 'powerless.'

Rachel shakes her head, blonde hair waving, but the wrinkle between her eyebrows doesn't ease, watching him. "No. I'm shopping."

Sorta.

[whoiwasmeant2be]

Outside the pharmacy, which she has to leave eventually, there is a hawk perched rather conspicuously. He's on top of one of the dozens of wrecked cars that still litter the streets, and while he looks like he might be sleeping... Well, he's not.

[amazonofthe21st]

Yeah, Rachel doesn't think so either.

But then, she's been injured. And the healing process was less than pleasant. And it still hurts.

So if he wants to talk to her about it, he's going to have to deal with being glared at for a moment before she starts stomping down the street toward the apartment.

[whoiwasmeant2be]

is what he asks as he launches himself into the air.

Hey, it's better than his first two thoughts: "I told you not to go without telling me" and "who sewed that up?" Tobias isn't completely stupid.

[amazonofthe21st]

Which is important, if he wants to continue spending most of his time near Rachel.

He gets a glare anyway, though. That's not too surprising.

(it's possible she heard the two questions anyway, even without them being spoken aloud)