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Mission Log

Jun 26, 2007 09:15

Title: Beers, Darts, and Mouthy punks oh my...
Characters: Everyone
Location: Alpha-1
Timeframe: A week or so after the picnic
Status: Open
Warnings: Anything can happen...

( Momo had high hopes! Maybe Ishida would get some after all! )

Comments 23

shuttlemonkey June 27 2007, 15:29:07 UTC

Abarai Renji, he was the kind of guy you expected to see in a bar. Boots, long legs, a faded brown leather jacket. Wild hair. A metric fuckload of tattoos. He looked like the kind of a guy who could just stroll up to the counter and make himself comfortable and, in part, he could have. This wasn't a night for just strolling up to bars like you owned the damn place, though. It was a night for unadulterated, ego-borne War.

Renji was going to play him some darts and he was going to win and had a card in his pocket loaded with enough credits to keep him less than sober and more than in a game. Especially a game in which Renji would no doubt win.

He stalked across the floor, eyes peeled for a short girl looking like she was waiting for someone, hands deep in his pockets. She was dead.

Renji could spot a knife in a guy's hand from 300 paces across a smokey bar with the lights already dimmed to 'time to get the hell out.'

Hinamori was dead.

comeback June 27 2007, 15:47:12 UTC

She wasn't supposed to be here necessarily, particularly since she had said: I will not be there.

But here she stood, eyeing the bar for all of space like it was some unsavory form of insect, if only to make herself feel more comfortable as she walked in, a slight frown gracing her features. This sucked. In the end, or the beginning rather, she came to see Hinamori. This was only following kind requests from her and, most unexpectedly, the pilot of the 7, Uryuu. It wasn't that she disliked them or thought spending time with them outside of a ship's oxygen-containing walls would be a bad thing. Mostly it was that she didn't really care for outings that much as a general rule.

So, again, here she was, arms crossed, looking, she was certain, for all the world like she just stuck her foot in a bucket of ice--which was what she felt like, for the record.

A familiar head of red hair caught her eye, however, and this was distraction enough. At least someone else was here. Hinamori was supposed to already be here. They just had to find her ( ... )

shuttlemonkey June 27 2007, 16:02:24 UTC

The bar was large and dark and full of people and Renji had yet to find Hinamori. Not that this was surprising, because he recalled from her network profile that she was rather (politely put)...diminutive. Which seemed to be a theme for women in Renji's life anymore. Or maybe he was just too damn tall. He was about to give up a visual search and just open his mouth and below for Hinamori because, if there was anything Renji really could win at, it was a shouting contest.

Renji didn't so much shout as roarThere was a tap on his shoulder though, just as he was sucking in the air for a shout, so he coughed a little as he turned around, air caught in his throat. He had expected it to be someone he knew or mayhaps even Hinamori herself, but no. Glancing down, wiping at the corner of his mouth with his wrist, he saw Rukia ( ... )

comeback June 27 2007, 16:25:59 UTC

First order of business was her customary roll of her eyes ( ... )

shuttlemonkey June 27 2007, 16:35:32 UTC

Renji's mouth snapped shut when she rolled her eyes, years of being well-trained to shut up when he got that look having been drilled into him at a young age, so much so that even now they bubbled to the surface alongside an ache in his chest. It felt in much the same way that everything ached in a way you couldn't get rid of when you drank too much tea which was too hot, far too fast. He was doing it again ( ... )

comeback June 27 2007, 16:52:32 UTC

She almost choked on her next intake of air.

Luckily it was a small intake of air so it was more like an awkward cough.

"What?" Just where had he heard that? She was talking about his…? Arching a brow at him, she took some sensible form of comfort and ease in the attempt to make conversation lighter. Shrugging, Rukia shook her head and gave him a slight frown. “Who said that? I didn’t say that,” she said bluntly, waving a hand dismissively. “You look fine,” she said as if commenting on the weather or a deciding between shades of wall colours ( ... )

shuttlemonkey June 27 2007, 17:13:14 UTC

Renji's hand fidgited in his pocket, wanting to reach out and pat Rukia on the back for her small cough. When they were kids, he might have punched her in the back, made it worse rather than better. That kind of shit was funny, when you were 13. Renji was a decade from 13 at the moment. And a decade was pretty far.

How uncomfortable. And he was just making it worse by being stupid and bull-headed and completely, pathetically unable to just let it go.

And suddenly Rukia was yelling at him about how she never said those things, missing Renji's point, her opening to...insult him. He'd planned to give her a chance to say nasty things to him, make them both feel more comfortable. Then Rukia went and did something like tell him he...looked fine.

The blush was violent against the backdrop of his hair, braided behind his head.

"Wh-why? I just. I was just makin' fun of myself and shit, Rukia. I wasn't being serious. Maybe we should go...look for Hinamori or anyone else. Aren't you supposed to be around with that nerd?"

comeback June 27 2007, 17:42:56 UTC

Quirking a look of confusion at his last statement, Rukia felt the all too familiar and all too unwanted sensation of being a fool. How charming, she thought dryly and refrained from beating herself mentally only by way of the promise to do that later. He’d been joking? Go figure. Inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, she fixed Renji with one of her semi-unreadable stares that, if it said anything, would be something around the area of: oh really. It wasn’t prolific but it did the job and as she nodded, she glanced around briefly.

“You mean Uryuu,” she corrected flatly. “I think he was detained,” she said, polite if she could help it, as she had been taught. “He’s not a nerd,” she refuted, tossing him a quick glare that faded to an indifferent sort of expression.

“He’s our pilot and you probably should get along with him, lieutenant,” she said both lightly and meaningfully. On that key of thought, Rukia frowned momentarily as she asked, “You met everyone else, right?”

Though granted, she’d imagine she would have heard his meeting ( ... )

galaxygeek June 28 2007, 05:10:42 UTC

Upon entering the bar, Uryuu's ears were immediately assaulted by the change in volume. The interior was dark and muggy, the crowd a particularly noisy one. Not that he was one to frequent bars--he'd actually just come based on two reasons: Hinamori's insistent request and the off chance that he would finally get to met the Seven's new lieutenant. Considering that they worked and lived on the same ship, it was strange that they had yet to interact in person. There was also the small part of him that was still trying to break out of his anti-social shell, something he would never admit to anyone but Tatsuki, whose hand he currently held.

Eyes scanning the crowd, Uryuu searched for a familiar face. Certain situations had come up, causing them to arrive late, but he was sure that there were already crew members waiting for them. Knocking on Rukia's door had established that she'd already left the ship, though whether it was to accompany them at the bar was still in question ( ... )