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[Log] Day by day (Status - Incomplete)

Feb 25, 2008 19:36

Characters: Ukitake Jyuushirou, open
Location: The Coffee Shop
Date: Wednesday, January 16th 2008, early morning
Rating: G
Summary: Jyuushirou arrives early to work, as always.

( ...he was not allowed to drive a car by himself, even if he had a licence. )

madarame ikkaku, ukitake jyuushirou, all employees

Comments 6

pachinkosama February 25 2008, 23:23:22 UTC

He was not feeling good. Fucking double hang-over.

He really should have stayed at home today given how shitty he was feeling but Ma called with some news about the Bastard and ruined his plans. He didn't want to be at home with nothing to do and feeling all restless. That kind of combination was full of disaster, especially when he has been feeling usually unbalanced already. It would result in whatever happened the other night. Which was, as the whole company probably knew already, a giant affair with massive amounts of alcohol, brawling, and subsequent jail time. Besides, Ma would probably catch wind that he was at home and try to assassinate him with more of her stupid reasonsNot good. Not fucking good at all ( ... )

cough_drops February 25 2008, 23:57:23 UTC

Jyuushirou was a bit lost in thoughts, thinking about today’s news in the paper and about the promise of cupcakes at the bottom floor. Brushing his hair out of his face, he headed towards the elevator, humming slightly to himself.

He didn’t notice the masterpiece of black and blue until it was too late, and the man stepped into him. Fortunately, Jyuushirou was a tall man, even though he was fragile, and the impact was not that great. With a slight 'oof', he took a step back and then gave Ikkaku a surprised and slightly worried look.

"Yare, yare… Madarame-san…" Jyuushirou started, but was then cut off when he got a better look of the man’s face. He looked similar to Sentarou, the time his secretary had walked in to the office in the beginning of the month, looking like a piece if tenderized meat. A small worry-wrinkle settled between his dark eyebrows. "…are you okay…?"

pachinkosama February 27 2008, 18:44:43 UTC

Ikkaku squinted so strongly he looked quite comical as he attempted to place a name with the face of the person screaming at him. The prolonged squinting was became difficult to maintain on his face long before he could summon up a name. He just hoped that whoever it was would be a little understanding and not think of him rude by it.

"Ugh." Ikkaku straightened. "Yeah. I'm good. I'm good." He tried for a smile, but ended up respliting his lip again. "Fuck." He tenderly touched his lip and found blood.

Not good.

"Really. I'm fine!" He quickly repeated, knowing how bad that must have looked. "Rough night out on the town, man."

cough_drops February 27 2008, 20:21:42 UTC

He waited for a confused moment as the other man seemed to squint and stare at him, before finally saying something. Jyuushirou listened, but whatever Ikkaku said, he really did not seem 'okay' the slightest. If that was how he looked when he was doing good, Jyuushirou really didn’t want to know how he looked when he was doing badly.

"Fine?" Came the disbelieveing reply.

Noticing the blood, he put his hand inside the sleeve of his suit, taking out a handkerchief and offering it to Ikkaku.

"…here." He mumbled, still somewhat confused and rather concerned about the man, all thoughts of tea, cupcakes and work forgotten.

"You should really go see Unohana-san, Madarame-san. Forgive me for saying so, but you truly do not look 'fine'."

Rough night on the town, the man had called it. Jyuushirou just hoped that whoever had inflicted those bruises was in jail. Most likely looking worse, considering the reputation of the security officer…

pachinkosama February 27 2008, 23:12:23 UTC

Ikkaku waved away the handkerchief as politely as he could. Even though Ikkaku couldn't quite place who the person he was talking to, he knew enough from the fancy suit that the guy was someone higher up. The long white hair was ringing a dull bell somewhere. He hoped a name will come to him. Ikkaku was probably already in mounds of trouble for coming to work drunk yesterday and coming in today hung over and injured. It would be stupid, even for him, to kick up dust even further. He definitely didn't need any extra shit going on in his life at the moment either ( ... )