Anger breeds violence

[grimmjerk]

Characters: Xion irreversibly and Grimmjow grimmjerk
Location: Just outside of Dr. Resarci's clinic.
Time: August 16th, late in the afternoon.
Summary: Grimmjow's general disregard for such petty things as "the doctor's not in" and "it's past regular business hours." Frustration has gotten the better of him and Xion is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Warnings:

Comments

... I couldn't stay in past tense. orz

[irreversibly]

"What -- "

Xion jumps out of her skin at the sound of the windows shattering. She turns her head, heard the shrieking, the shouting, the snarling -- And her first instinct is not to run away, but to run towards it. Something's wrong, someone's in trouble, and she can't just turn away and do nothing.

She runs into the clinic, eyes wide.

that's alright! :3

[grimmjerk]

Nobody's dead. None of them were worth killing, far as he's concerned, though the interior of the lobby has seen much better days.

Grimmjow's standing in the middle of the chaos, a clearly disgusted look on his face. His one hand is coated with plaster - obviously what he used to rip those large holes in the walls. He has a sword with him, but it's still sheathed at his side.

The staff wasn't worth his sword, either.

The sudden footsteps make his head turn, and he glances at the new boy carelessly. He looks familiar; one of the people like him, if he remembers correctly.

"What do you want?"

[irreversibly]

Whoa. He's... Intimidating is the right word to use here. Xion stares at him, eyes slightly wide, and she has the urge to take a step back, but her gut instinct is telling her that's not a good idea. She stands still, feet planted on the ground.

"I just... I just wanted to make sure everyone's..." Nobody's dead, but that doesn't mean nobody's injured.

Xion looks around the room just using her eyes, checking the people. She could heal them with Curaga... But would it be a good idea to make a move to do so? She doesn't know what he'll do if she does.

"You're the one who did this, aren't you?"

[grimmjerk]

"So what if I am?" The people - those that haven't run off - shrink away from the look on his face.

Tch. They make him sick, the lot of them. Acting like they don't know that something's up, claiming they're not involved when it was pathetically obvious to him that at least a few had to be in on it. He spits in open disdain.

"They had it coming." Grimmjow remembered this one, now. Just a brat, and not much else. "You know that as much as I do."