Post by Kireon on Apr 19, 2015 10:46:57 GMT -5
All she wanted was a chance to blend in and feel at ease for a night with some friends who knew nothing about her life and were just as wild and crazy as they had been a week prior to Karakura's destruction.
Just one night.
She wouldn't care (that much) if the world decided to revert to being made of absolute garbage and chaos and unpleasant things and heartbreak galore, she just wanted one night of pure, unabashed fun, bliss, and not having to worry about anything other than where they were going and what kind of normal trouble the group of them were probably going to get into next. She wouldn't even care if someone decided to show up at the stroke of six in the morning just to announce that her little fairytale evening was over and that horrible, pitiful reality was ready to escort her properly to the next round of pain and suffering.
She might have also been a couple of drinks into a broody mood ever since the Sparkle Sisters had vanished to try coaxing some friends of theirs out to make an even bigger gaggle of giggling terrorists after she'd declined explaining where and why she wasn't going to be contacting her two “friends” from before.
Brown eyes slid to one side, narrowed as someone with too much gel in their spiked out hair and a shirt open two too many buttons to reveal a skinny, pale chest 'accidentally' bumped the glass beside her hand. Ice and the remnants of what had been a perfectly good drink spilled all over the counter, and the white haired woman set a bet with herself as to which awful pick up line was going to be used that time even as she absentmindedly waved off his false apologies and blotted at the growing puddle with a fistful of napkins.
A buzz at her hip, free hand digging in to open her mobile and peer at the brightly lit screen.
That didn't take long. （；¬＿¬)
What didn't take long? (•ิ_•ิ)? She frowned, let the bartender take over the clean up as she sent a message back with a completely perplexed expression attached.
Less than a few seconds later and a picture was sent of spiky hair and herself.
He tried to get my number! ヽ(≧Д≦)ノ
ugh, why did Miichan have the worst taste in men?
He looks like a drunk anime character who slept with a visual kei wannabe; 4/10, the number only high b/c shirt is designer. ε-(≖д≖﹆)
Hopefully that would keep her from completely flipping out and acting like she'd invited the attention. She loved the older woman, truly, she did, but there was a level of maturity there that definitely did not resemble her age-- not that her own twenty-five years were anywhere close to obvious in the commentary she made. The argument continued for a few messages longer, and she was apparently on her own while the other woman sulked and 'waited' to watch her run the guy off to 'prove' she wasn't actually interested.
A new drink was set in front of her, courtesy of the 'very' sorry gentleman and if she would please take it as a token of his most sincere apologies, blah blah blah...
She rolled her eyes and reached for the glass, paused with the rim halfway to her lips at the overly eager gleam in his dark eyes. ...that's an odd look to have if you're sorry. Something cold settled in the pit of her stomach, a quickening of her heart as she stared the man down. Limbo, their wills clashing and Sekai's coming out more on top than he could ever fathom as she tapped into the senses she swore she wouldn't touch that night. Not sorry at all, obviously. He wanted her to have that drink and wanted to make sure she drank it. Excitement and... what the hell, did he have a drinking fetish or something? No one should be that aroused by the sight of a woman drinking.
No, he wouldn't be that obvious about it.
Not that stupid, couldn't be... not unless...
Brown eyes slid to the bartender, studied his rather stiffly turned back.
Unless the bartender was in on it.
She tilted the glass, touched the tip of her tongue to the cool, clear liquid. Strong drink-- and her senses screamed in protest as the small sip made its way down to her stomach. Her phone snapped in half within her balled up fist, and she didn't even care about the smoldering battery or the throbbing pain as she forced herself to drop the pieces. A trick of the light, or so they figured, as something green flared ever so briefly and any sign of wounds, and trace of the little additive were erased entirely.
That was all she had asked for.
The flower accessory, a dark red in the dim lighting of the bar, fell to the floor.
A stomp of her foot and the floor threw him at her, caught him by the lapels of his shirt and dragged him down until she could glare down at him with a face full of pure fury.
”I wanted to be someone else for one night, and you wouldn't even let me have that.”
Her eyes looked past his startled face to the large window pane.
Her voice hadn't raised in the slightest as she spoke. Calmly. Very calmly, like someone having a good conversation about an interesting topic or about the weather.
He hit the sidewalk with a spray of glass and shrieks from startled, and scared, women, rolled twice and began scrambling in a blind panic away from the unusually nimble girl who had to pause in her pursuit to actually climb up and out the window. One moment she'd been scolding him, or something like that, and the next there was the sensation of flying-falling through the air, a flare of pain as his back hit glass and broke through it, and impact of the ground driving the air from his surprised lungs.
Was she secretly a pint sized Wonder Woman or what?
”I don't know if I'm going to beat you up like you deserve to before I take you to the police, after-- and don't ask, I can do it and you'll be beaten, or during the trip.” She snarled as she stomped forward with hands clenched into fists at her sides. Dark blue jeans, black shoes with scuffed toes, and a cute black blouse atop something with a bit of shiny silver material, she didn't look imposing in the least-- more like a slighted middle schooler, really, with the way her long white hair was plaited in a long whip-like cord down her back.
She kicked him in the rear, missed by a small margin and felt the toe of her shoe hit his upper thigh with enough momentum to send him face-planting into the ground with two cuffs of stone fastening themselves about his ankles.
They held him there long enough for her shorter legs to cross the distance, with help of her powers to cut the time in half, and grab him by one of his stupid ears and twisted until he yelped.
She ranted at him, her temper finally at its breaking point after so long and she swore she could feel that stupid burn or whatever that had popped up after that encounter with the strange human trio throbbing in time with the beat of her heart. ”In the last two years, I have been stabbed, shot, blown up, assaulted physically, emotionally, and barely managed to escape assault sexually by people who eat garbage like you for breakfast-- literally, I'll have you know, and have been kidnapped, held prisoner in a place that makes nightmares on Earth look tame and saw things no one should ever see in their lives, and you,”
Another kick connected against his hip, light flared from impact to heal the damage instantly. ”You of all people in this wide world believe that trying to put a roofie into my drink was a great idea?”
The crowds were whispering, averting their eyes. Some of them were filming it on their mobiles with grins on their faces and getting ready to upload it to a few particular websites.
Maybe it was a movie being filmed? The special effects were pretty cool, if so, and the acting spot on.