Karakura Red!

[Log] 6 - Rukia. Talk.

2008-08-03T01:29:43Z

Characters: Karin, Rukia
Summary: Interrogation: Round 2 doesn't happen. Instead, it briefly falls on Rukia.

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     It'd been a couple of days since Ichigo had shown her the 'fruits' of his Kidou training and Rukia still hadn't figured out what to do about it....right now the orange-haired idiot was a walking time bomb even if he didn't realize it. The dark haired shinigami had snuck into Ichigo's room hoping to catch him but that plan had obviously failed....so she was going to wait for him, fishing around in the closet till she found one of her manga she plops on the bed and reads to pass the time. It's not too long before she's so engrossed in the story that she wouldn't notice someone approaching the room.

     And that person was....Isshin!

     No - wait. Much smaller. Karin took a while on making a decision to go bug Ichigo again, debating her thoughts on the lower flight of stairs. Still, she stuck with diving into things to get straight answers. The last time they talked, he told her to forget about it. It was an impossible task.
     Karin knocked, and when no one answered right away, she opened the door. "I'm coming in whether you like it or not, Ichi-ni-" Hey, that ain't Ichigo. "....Rukia."

     Still reading the manga Rukia didn't even notice as the door started to open though as the speaking caught her attention and she sat up not registering whose voice it was, "I need a word with you Ichi...", there she sat on Ichigo's bed looking at one of his younger sisters, "...Karin-chan." She scrambled for a moment slipping off the bed but barely catching herself with an outstretched foot as she tries to stand up and look a little proper.

     After a moment of uncomfortable silence she added with a shrug, "I guess Ichigo still isn't here, huh?" Nope nothing unusual here, move along. Rukia was totally not doing anything you may or may not have seen including but not limited to her laying on Ichigo's bed.

     Karin blinked, quirking an eyebrow. It added to her usual expression of boredom and skepticism. "Hey," she greeted after a beat, letting the door close softly behind her. "It...looks like it. Teenage nature, I guess." She shrugged, twisting her mouth into a half-pout. With Rukia still on his bed, she did wonder if the girl was trying to do something else. However, being the innocent little girl she is (maybe), she just skipped over to something a little more sociable. "You don't have any studying to do? Ichi-nii always does, somehow."

     Closing her manga and calming down enough from her initial surprise that she's not trying to leap off the bed anymore, Rukia moved to sit on the edge of the bed near the desk and let her feet touch the floor. "No, not really, I finished studying a while ago." It's only a partial lie seeing as she did finish studying at the Shinigami Academy a /while/ ago. "No homework for you either tonight?" Her features neutral at the moment though her tone mildly curious.

     "Oh. Okay." Well, that went smoothly, didn't it? Karin tilted her head, eyes wandering to the farther corner of the ceiling. "Uh, well, I did most of it. I needed a break." Yeah, there we go. Small talk was really small talk. She just wondered how long it can last like that. Onto another topic! ".....Did you eat already? 'Cause Yuzu still has leftovers. And Ichi-nii isn't here to eat it all." Not like he ate a whole lot, but hey.

     The Shinigami gave a curious eyebrow quirk to Karin's reaction to her question but she let it go. Rukia shook her head at the question about whether she'd eaten or not yet. "No, I've not had anything tonight. What'd she make?" Yeah, it's small talk but she's trying to seem normal. Thankfully she is a decent actress. "So did you come to get Ichigo for dinner?" The dark haired girl does pry just a little bit into Karin's reason for coming to her older brother's room.

     The girl thought about it. "Hmmm....it's beef teriyaki and some kind of salad. And rice." Sides were optional. She frowned, which was normal for her. "Yuzu made sure she portioned everything for him whenever he decides to come back. He'll get to it." Karin was actually going around the usual bit of conversation and into something a little more technical. "I needed to talk to him again. Ask him questions."

     The shinigami girl actually thought that sounded rather appetizing and her gigai's tummy rumbled slightly to make that point a little more apparent, "Sounds like a good meal, thanks for inviting me to share some." She gave the frowning girl a genuine smile before letting it fade to the faintest traces. "I guess that's how it is normally around here?" She asked but kinda already knew the answer. "I'm glad you're all close. Far closer than my brother and I." She went quiet for a moment before continuing quickly with the interroga...er, conversation with Karin quirking her eyebrow again. "Oh, something important?" Her tone a bit more than mildly curious this time.

     Karin nodded for both Rukia's observation about the family and the question about those questions for her brother. It must be tough being in a distant relationship. She ran a hand past her straight black hair, pursing her lips before speaking again. "...I don't know...I wanted to talk to him more about his Shinigami occupation. About those...things." Dark eyes stayed focused on Rukia. "You also seem to have a hand in it."

     Well, if Karin wanted to get Rukia's attention, mentioning Shinigami was definitely the way to do it. Her head snapped to the younger girl and she gave a rather intense look as if sizing up Karin though it is hidden behind a cheerful enough expression. Finally after what might seem like just a small hiccup in the conversation, "What's your brother told you about it?" She asked simply enough, "What sort of hand do you think I play in all this?" She didn't seem to make any further big deal out of it...not until she knew what the younger Kurosaki girl knew.

     The other girl didn't falter as she watched Rukia's expression change, standing her ground as she did before. "He only acknowledged a little of what I know," she answered plainly, brow furrowed. "He's been doing this job, right? And you help him. As a guide. But it's nothing bad." She shook her head. "No, it isn't bad. You're getting rid of those monsters floating about the city. Yeah - I see them. I've been trying to ignore it, but...it's hard."

     Rukia's expression softened out of her earlier 'happy schoolgirl' mode and she nodded slightly as Karin explained what she knew. "It's really not my place to tell you anymore than that..." She admitted finally, "But you are right it's nothing bad and you could call me a guide, or I was I can help him a bit more now and watch his back....if he'll let me." She gave a mildly annoyed expression at that. Then when Karin admitted she can see hollows, Rukia frowned just slightly before crouching just a little to be eye to eye with Karin, "That's our job is to protect people from them, and if there is anyone Ichigo wants to protect more than anything else it's you, your sister, and your dad." She offered a truly geniuine smile this time, "Though if you ever need someone to talk to about it, I'll listen....though I can't tell you more than that." She finished a little sadly thinking to herself, 'If you knew it was my fault he was a shinigami now you'd hate me forever, not that I wouldn't deserve it for forcing this life on him.'

     Karin stayed silent throughout the whole explanation, each word spoken by the Shinigami ringing true in her mind. No, she hadn't written her off as 'EVIL' and 'UNTRUSTWORTHY.' Seeing that her brother was being cared for as he went along protecting and doing other rash things made her a little more relieved, to say the least. She nodded, smirking faintly. "That's fine. Just as long as you told me that much."

     Nodding to Karin, Rukia continued on toward the kitchen, "So does anyone aside from you know? Your dad or Yuzu-chan?" She asked after a moment of walking quietly tilting her head ever so slightly just so she can see Karin's reaction a bit better.

     "No, they don't. It's probably better that way," Karin answered, placing her hands on her non-existent hips. "Besides, I think it's way too difficult to explain to them more about what I know, anyway." Denying her spirit senses is one way. Too bad she didn't know dad's secret. The girl sighed, eyes rolling upward.

     Rukia gave a brief nod. "I agree, It is probably for the best that they don't." Her eyebrow quirked again at the younger girl. "I suppose it might be difficult to explain to someone that can see them." Yes, she's being careful not to say Hollows, "Though my offer stands, I'll be willing to listen if it ever gets too much for you okay?" She stopped and turned fully to the Kurosaki girl just to be clear she does mean it.

     Heh. Easier said than done. Or is it? Karin knew how to handle her family, so it wouldn't be too much to deal with. She blinked, looking back at Rukia once more. The offer did sound good. She's too use to keeping everything to herself. Maybe she needed to break that habit. "...Yeah, all right. I can do that. I mean, I'll try." Karin grinned, half-heartedly, turning toward the door. She's spent too much time here. "Well....time to go. Finishing homework, I mean. I'll see you later," she said, waving limply before exiting after Rukia.
     And the door shut behind them with a click.

[Log] 5 - Ichi-Nii

2008-06-20T06:23:05Z

Characters: Ichigo, Karin
Summary: With Ichigo finally back, Karin decides to ask him a couple of questions.

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Given the hour, Ichigo isn't at school, and it would seem that other affairs in his life haven't pulled him away. A rare moment to actually spend at home. The teenager is sprawled upon his bed, his knees slanted in order to prop up a textbook laid open before his eyes. Studying, of course. Seemingly one of his favorite pasttimes.

Oh really. Well, with the way things have been going around this particular household, one can say everything is "same ol', same ol'." Of course, that included covering for Inchigo's disappearance and reassuring Yuzu that he's old enough to take care of himself, being a teenager and all. For their father, it was leaning more toward physical violence to shut him down for a while. Other than that, Karin is actually glad to see him back, just as she said. She had to make sure, though. A light knock and the click of the door knob signaled her presence, a dark eye peering through the crack. "...Ichi-nii?"

Ichigo's index finger traces the course of a complicated mathematical equation. He's a quick learner, but things like this still manage to challenge him. Just as he'd really fixed his thoughts upon the textbook, there's a knocking upon his bedroom door. Ichigo's frown returns, his expression surly as it ever was. Still, he draws in a breath, attempting to maintain a patient calm. The young man's brown eyes shift toward the door, and he unceremoniously replies, "What?"

"....Just making sure," Karin counters with an equally flat tone. She breathes easily again, however, confirming that her brother is there, in the flesh. Without permission, she opens the door wider to scoot herself inside, shutting it with a soft thud. The girl's expression stays solid, brow furrowing as she tries tossing in ice breakers. "You know how those two are. Worrying and stuff."

Ichigo attempts to return his focus to his studies, but Karin's arrival makes that something of a fruitless endeavor. "Ask before you come in," grouses the teenager. Between the door being shut and his sister's peculiar remarks, he begins to grow a bit suspicious of what's going on. With his right eyebrow lowered skeptically, Ichigo inquires, "What're you up to?"

Karin forgets her manners sometimes, especially if it's something related to what she has seen lately. "Nothing," she simply says, glancing downward before looking up at him again. "I just need to know something. Where have you been?" The question is easy to answer, but it looks like she's expecting more from it than just one sentence.

"What do you mean, where have I been?" Ichigo feigns annoyance at the question. He leans back and lifts an arm, wrapping it behind his head for support. The young man's other hand briefly pokes at the center of the textbook in his lap. "Where's it look like? School."

A good, obvious reply. Karin still arches a brow at the orange-haired teen, arms folding over each other. "School," she repeats, a hint of disbelief tinging her voice. "Well, you're studying and all..." But you haven't been home, she thinks, failing to say it out loud.
More words run through her mind, all of them coming up short. She's seen him. She's seen him running around before, dressed in black robes. If he's going to be like this, it's best not to bother. "You know, beardo is gonna try doing something later to disrupt the peace," Karin says, reclaiming her cool. "Just thought I'd warn you, but you know the drill."

Ichigo glances off to the side, eyeing Karin. "Whadda you mean?" For the moment, he appears content to have a pause in his studies. His hands rise together, slapping the math textbook shut before it's set aside. For one reason or another, Ichigo glances over his sister's head, as if to make certain that the door's shut. He tries to be subtle about it, but subtlety's never been his forte.

She remains silent for two beats, her gaze falling back on her brother. No use trying to go away from the topic. "...I've seen you," she starts, quiet. "And you weren't always at school. Even when we went out to places, you suddenly disappeared." She pauses. "In black robes."

Ichigo furrows his brow. Karin's put him on the spot, and his features do anything but hide it. His mind races for a moment before he adopts that aloof expression he's mastered so thoroughly. "You've got some imagination," replies the spikey-haired youth, waving a hand dismissively at his sister. "Since when do I run around in robes? You think I don't get enough attention? Don't be stupid, Karin." And that's that. Closing his eyes, Ichigo tilts his head back, his eyebrows knitted together in classically annoyed form.

"But I saw you!" Karin protests, an arm flinging out to the side to punctuate this. "On the street, past school grounds, e-even at that stupid run-down hospital during that stupid Don Kanonji event! You. Were. There." Her brow creases more, the frown permanently steadfast upon her countanence. "...just because I can see the dead. And those..../things./ I'm sure I told you part of that before." Her eyes never waver during all of this.

Ichigo exhales heavily through his nostrils. Finally, he relents, if only a little. "You're better off not knowing," says the orange-haired Kurosaki to his sister. "Take my word for it, Karin. If you see it again, forget you did."
Having given that small glimpse into deeper matters, Ichigo opens his eyes and waves a hand at his sister. "Now, don't you have somethin' you've gotta be doing? I'm not done studying."

Karin returns the same look Ichigo gives, recrossing her arms. Forget everything? That's going to be fun to attempt. "...Fine," she replies, sounding tired and annoyed. Her expression has softened, a shrug pairing with a sigh escaping her lips. "Yeah, yeah, I know," the girl waves a hand, not sounding very amused. "I'll let you be. Again."
As she reopens the door, Karin glances back. "Oh yeah - you also had one friend come over. She ate a roll of cookie dough and some ice cream....sort of big-chested. I had to play a game with her, but that didn't last." She shrugs, leaving. "Night."

"Big-chested?" Ichigo opens his eyes, looking a bit puzzled by that. Conveniently, his head turns away from the door before any ruddiness can manifest upon his cheeks. "Don't say things like that. Besides, I don't know who you're talking about." Or does he? Given the first thing he took from Karin's description, he'd probably not admit to it!
Waving a hand toward the door as he pulls open his textbook, Ichigo says, "Yeah, night."

[Log] 4.5 - Paintball War - Part II

2008-06-18T18:45:35Z

Characters: Hiyori, Mashiro, Karin, Ulquiorra
Summary: Paintball continues. Enter a new challenger.

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Is the coast clear?
Karin isn't too sure. Ever since yesterday's happenings, she's been stuck inside the house for the whole morning. Kensei, either still hiding out there or somehow being able to escape without being noticed, is on his own. He can take care of himself. It's Karin who's crazy enough to go venturing back out in the open when Karakura's a raging battlefield.
She rechecks. So far, so good. With a frown, she hurries, running.

Sure, Hiyori's target may have looked behind her... but what about above her? Trespassing was not an issue with her, so she stood up on someone else's balcony as she watched Karin hurry past. She lifted the paintball gun and took careful aim before firing several shots of NEON YELLOW paintballs in her direction. Sniper-style.

The giant splotch of paint appearing on the street in front and to the side of her is a good warning. Another two almost hit her, leaving more faint traces of NEON YELLOW on her clothing. If it isn't for her senses, and her reaction time, Karin would be covered in it. "GAH!" Eyes dart upward, trying to spot Hiyori, but it fails. She starts backing up, still being open for more hits.

"NO USE RUNNING NOW," She yells out after adjusting her aim and firing off a few more rounds at Karin. No use giving up a perfectly good vantage point as long as her target is way out in the open. She'd only give chase if Karin decided to duck out somewhere. Stupid humans.

"SHOOT!" Maybe it's not used in the best of situations, but it suffices. Karin runs, getting hit square on the back of her leg and her side as she turns, racing off while sputtering from the impact. Those paintballs HURT.
For her own protection, she goes tearing around a street corner, still going. Zoom.

Hiyori cackled out a laugh as she watched her victim run off, completely terrified. No use simply sitting in one spot, it was dangerous. She carefully climbed down off the balcony, and stayed close to the wall as she moved in the opposite direction of Karin.

CHNKCHNKCHNKCHNKCHNK. Rapidfire splatters of green raced towards Hiyori along the wall, following her from the balcony she'd just abandoned. There was the brief sound of hysterical giggling before Mashiro FLED.

There'd been an increase in activity here in this realm and it wouldn't do to keep uninformed. Preparations for battle should be expected, a rise in guard on living front, perhaps- but this..?
"...what is this..?" the half-helmed Espada murmured as he watched from a nearby rooftop at the fools dashing about. Green eyes were narrowed, studying the erratic movement of the paintball-wielding ones below. Keeping extremely tight tabs on his reiatsu, he remained watching, standing as still as a white statue.

Terrified? More like annoyed. Of course, the look on her face does emit both, so who can really tell? She breathes, glancing back around the area. The sounds of paintballs splattering makes her cringe, but she sneaks a peek back around the corner, only to see green.

Oh, man. The crazy girl came back. For a bit?

....Karin better move. Now.

"DAMN IT," She exclaimed while the paint barely grazed the tips of her pigtails. Hiyori took cover behind a tall stack of crates, randomly firing off in all directions around her. Yet a certain trace of reiatsu made her pause that sporadic firing, as she first cast a glare skyward. It was so unfamiliar...

Mashiro rolled off the edge of the flat-top building she'd taken up a sniping position in, peeling her goggles up off of her eyes a minute to squint across the roofs looking for shinigami.
"H..." she squinted further, then shoved her goggles entirely up. "YOU'RE NOT A--HIYORIN," she suddenly bent double over the ledge, yelling down to the ground, "HIYORIN, WE'VE GOT COMPANY!"

If he was unamused earlier, then the further narrowing of his gaze certainly did not mean well for the two Vaizard, especially now that he'd been noticed. No sooner had he heard Mashiro's shout did he seemingly vanish from his place. He hadn't completely left the area though, and those that were paying close attention would be well aware of this. Not to worry though, as he didn't remain unseen for much longer. He appeared behind Hiyori, a tall white shadow stretching over the smaller girl. "....." It was easier to get a better sense of their reiatsu once he was close enough, and the feeling.... it was familiar...

Right when Karin is about to do double time, she stops, hearing Mashiro and Hiyori. The excitement is not from the game, not with those cries. The reiatsu is suppressed, at least, not overwhelming her senses.
Grasping onto the wall, the young Kurosaki also scans the area, side to side, up and down. "Wh-where..." She edges a bit more out of her hidden zone to see the new arrival, eyes widening. "...What the..."

Damnit, what a time to forget one's own zanpakuto. Hiyori stood from her crouching position and turned around to face this newcomer. She wasn't about to let herself look intimidated by this person, but the hairs still stood on the back of her neck. "Who... the /hell/ are you?!"

[Log] 4 - Paintball War - Part I

2008-06-15T22:54:14Z

Characters: Kensei, Mashiro, Lisa, Rose, Izuru, Hanatarou, Karin
Summary: Paint. Ball. War.

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Today is a day that will go down in history! Today is a day where blood shall run in the streets, and the fallen will lament! The innocent shall be punished!
Why? Because we do what we want, when we want, how we want -- and only one shall emerge victorious. The victor shall laugh at the tragedy of his victims, and secure full bragging rights for completely annihilating his roommates.
You all have one color. Your goal is to splatter as many unfortunate passerby, innocents, and roommates -- from this point on all referred to as 'enemies' -- with your color, and--
Oh, what the hell do we care. TAG ANYTHING THAT MOVES. Or anything at all, really, we don't care. (We are the Vaizard,we do what we want.)

More importantly, AVOID BEING TAGGED.

Got it? Good.

There's eight of us. Only one can remain standing. Form alliances at your own discretion, but remember that at the end of the day, all bets are off.

Ready...

Set...

"SCATTER."

A puffy vest, a pair of goggles, and a gun held loosely in one hand, Kensei looks every bit like the reluctant combatant. "This is stupid." Why are they doing this again? Gunning down innocent people walking the streets isn't really his style. More of the protector of the weak is the sort of guy he is, and one that doesn't generally feel fond of little games.

Regardless, if a few of his housemates had it set in mind they wanted to play he's getting dragged into it too. Kensei is sure he'll be covered in paint in a variety of colors and come in last by the end of the day, but so be it. Maybe he can slug one or two of them before it's over as a little payback. His overall points aren't likely to be high though since he's not going to aim his gun at any Joe-schmo. Well, unless that Joe is being a jerk or something. Oh yeah, scatter. "Right.." Kensei looks around and wanders off in a westerly direction. Maybe he can sit this out in a bar somewhere.

Kensei has arrived.

Days go by and still, it feels the same. Of course, there is something terribly different about this particular day. Like...there's this 'feeling' in the air.

Maybe it's her imagination. Karin wanders about Suburbia, almost loitering its streets. The soccer ball is bumped ahead of her, rolling a couple of inches before it meets her foot again.

"Tedious," she says aloud, stretching. And yet, her eyes dart back and forth, as if she's on the lookout for any strange activity.

It might not be considered normal to see someone walking down the street in pads and carrying a gun, but it's only a paint gun used for mock warfare. Kensei continues to walk along, passing by people who give him a nervous glance but continue on unscathed. He's supposed to be shooting them but he doesn't see the point in it. His friends have some weird tastes when it comes to entertainment and though they are comrades, he wouldn't consider himself to be similar to them in many ways. That hardly matters though because they're the ones he can trust. Hey, isn't that..? "Karin-chan?" That was her name, right?

Mashiro has arrived.

Ah. "Kensei!" The girl pauses, staring at the man in his mock-military gear. An eyebrow quirks. "...Well, you're ready for something," Karin states, placing her hands on her hips. Dark eyes look at the paintball gun, almost oogling it. It's a really nice gun. "Are you on the way to a game, or is there something else going on?"

Kensei stops when Karin meets with him and he looks down at the gun, sighing and knitting his brow. "I'm in a game right now. I'm supposed to shoot anything or anyone that moves." His eyes open and he lifts a brow at her, then shrugs. "It's not my kinda thing." What do they expect him to do? Shoot down a little girl like Karin? That's not about to happen. When he notices how much she has an interest in the gun he offers it to her. "Here ya go, have a look." He's giving a loaded weapon to kid! But it's not a real weapon so it's okay, right? So much for taking the game seriously.

SPLAT takat akat akat aKAT KAT whudda thoomp. Sharp splatters of neon green scaled up the asphalt from an aerial angle, and if neither the girl or Kensei moved, they would quite promptly join the cement in being decorated nuclear green.

Ooh, shiny. Karin takes it eagerly, sort of hefting it up to hold it properly. The thing weighs a lot more than she thought it does. "Oh, cool! So, this is-"

WHOA, WHAT THE HECK. Karin jumps, the gun bringing her down faster as the paint splatters. Flecks have stained her leg and the bottom part of her shorts, eyes still buldging in surprise. "HEY! Who-?!"

Kensei hears the first splatter and knows just what is making that sound. He crouches to scoop Karin up with one arm if she doesn't get away from him and starts to dash down the street. "MASHIRO! You idiot! Stop that!" She's just a kid for cryin' out loud! And he's her damn Captain! Or at least he was her Captain at one point. How many subordinates are going to try and take him down, anyway? Hope Karin held onto that gun.

"NA NA NA NA NA," was the sing-songy voice from above, although Mashiro refused to be as blatantly out in the open as her former taichou. "YOU'RE GONNA BE SOOOOO DEAD, WAIT 'TIL HIYORIN FINDS YOU!" was the gleeful declaration of Kensei's death warrant. But a few seconds later, she recocked her rifles, shouldering the strap of one and switching to a solo gun for now.
"You never have any fun, stupid head! Have fun being BO-RING~" With that, Mashiro zipped up over the side of a building, disappearing along a rooftop.

The young Kurosaki has no other plans besides getting out of the line of fire, Kensei only helping her fulfill this plan. Being carried, she grips onto the gun because it's less embarrassing for her to hold onto the guy forced to play this deadly game of paintball. "So this is one of your friends?!" she says exasperatedly, jerking her head back to look at Mashiro. Without another thought, Karin aims the gun, shooting it at her, only to miss. "DARN!"

Mashiro heads to the center of Karakura Town.
Mashiro has left.

Kensei keeps running along, passing a backwards glance over his shoulder to see Mashiro leave. Only then does he slow down in the safety of an alcove where he sets Karin down. "Not by choice.." He'd have saner friends if he could really pick them! "You better go home. There's more of 'em running around." She might get shot out here.

At this, Karin nods. "I see..." She hands back the gun, still looking at Kensei with a questioning look. "Aw, but this seems like fun!" she huffs, cheeks puffing out a little. She never gets to do stuff like this. At least, not yet. And if Isshin knew about her use of a gun, he'll never stop about it. Yuzu, too. She looks down, brow furrowing. "...Well, if you say so," Karin pouts maturely, crossing her arms.

Kensei takes back the gun and smiles a little when she makes a good choice. He wouldn't want to see her get hurt, and a paintball hitting a kid could leave a big mark on her small body. "I'll walk ya home if you want." Just to make sure nothing happens to her. Who knows, maybe she'll get to be in a battle just by hanging around him. Or maybe they'll make it to her house in one piece, which is what he'd prefer.

"..." Karin dawdles on the choice, her finger scratching at a spot on the opposite arm. "Okay," she finally says, nodding. Getting ready, she brushes her black hair from her face, fixing it. "It's down that way. Connected to the Kurosaki Clinic. Nothing special."

"A clinic? Who's the doctor?" Her father? Mother? Or maybe some other family member. Kensei shoulders the gun and starts to walk with her. Now he's an even stranger sight, walking home next to a little girl with green paint on her shorts. They probably think he shot her himself.

But his color isn't green! It's....whatever he has that she fired out of it. Oh well, people are silly. Karin isn't bothered by it, going along her way as she was doing previously. "Oh. My dad. His name's Isshin." She shrugs. "He's a dork, but he does what he can."

A dork? Guess all kids probably feel that way about their parents. But Karin seems like a pretty good kid to him. Smart, too, so her father must not be a complete idiot, right? Unless she just raised herself like this, which is possible too. "Must be kinda interesting, living at a clinic." Or next to one at least. As for his own paintballs, Kensei doesn't intend on firing them.. unless it's at one of his housemates. Then he might get a kick out of that.

Again, the girl shrugs with a snort. "Yeah, it has its hectic times. I help with my sister, Yuzu, as assistance. Sometimes, it's just slow." It's her resolve, really, after all of her family history happened. "It's nice to help people." This line is a little quieter, but Karin still keeps her hardened look.

Kensei lifts his pierced brow when she says that last, quiet remark, then he smiles a bit and nods his agreement. "Yeah, it is." His voice is deep and rich, showing that he really means that. When he was in soul society, though he didn't become a shinigami to help people, he found it was fulfilling after all. Using his strength to help others out. His own men or even strangers living in the society who couldn't fend off hollows themselves. Kensei might be a big, tough looking guy, but he's got a pretty tender heart.

Lisa has arrived.
Izuru has arrived.

Okay, so her exit hadn't been entirely graceful, but at least she had gotten away with a little time to spare. Because of the position she had shot that blonde shinigami from, though, she couldn't be sure she wasn't being followed-- so she sped down one of the side streets in the suburban area, looking around for a way to get a one up on whatever was going to come at her. As she skidded around a corner, a fire escape ladder caught her eye. Perfect. A grim expression on her face, she tucked her rifle into her belt and hoisted herself up on it, clambering up to the top of the building until she reached the roof.
Taking a moment to rest once she had hidden herself behind a particularly impressive skylight, Lisa took this chance to reload her rifle after she unclipped it once more-- but not just with paintballs. No, this ammo looked a bit strange from the outside. One could only guess what was in it... if one dared to, that is, considering the Vizard was now taking black gloves out of one of her belt pouches and slipping her hands into them.

From the direction of the park came a figure in black... and nuclear green... with startlingly blue hair that was still blonde here and there. In his hand he held his zanpakutou and on his face was an expression of exaggerated anger. He had come to realize in the brief time he'd been pursuing the enemy, that this was a very strange enemy indeed. The weapons had done nothing more than sting a bit on impact (and douse him in paint, of course) and there had been no further attack after the initial pelting. Something was wrong here!
Izuru skidded to a stop in the streets, eyes darting one way, then another. There was no telling which way the enemy had gone... or even what the enemy looked like. Maybe giving chase hadn't been such a good idea. Here he was again, fully out in the open, with no idea which way to go. And to make matters worse, he'd abandoned Hanatarou back in the park. He cast a nervous glance over his shoulder, wondering for the first time if he should turn back.

Karin cannot help but want to smile at this, but she refrains. She'll lose cool points. She likes Kensei. She can connect with him.

Of course, walking home without a problem is going to be impossible today, isn't it. Karin feels more at unease, dark eyes shifting about the scenery. And then, hey - "....more?" She says, slightly incredulous.

Kensei is walking at Karin's side down the street. His gun is set harmlessly against his shoulder, the barrel pointed behind him. It looks like he has no intention of using it and upon closer examination, Lisa might notice he hasn't fired a shot yet. Why would he? He doesn't care for this kind of game and it looks like he prefers the task of escorting a little girl home before she ends up with black and blue bruises all over her small body. Karin is a good kid. Maybe a bit rough around the edges, but something tells him she's grown up that way for a reason. Just a moment ago though, he found out she's got a soft heart deep down. The two of them have that in common, so maybe that's why he likes talking with her, though they don't really talk of much.

When Karin mentions 'more' are around Kensei quirks his brow up again. "You noticed?" Talk about perceptive! And at such a young age, too. He turns his head slightly, exposing his profile to the vizard on the rooftop. "Hmm.. just ignore it." Maybe whoever it is will think he's too boring, like Mashiro, and go on their way. One gloved hand lifts and he waves it casually, as if it say, -I don't give a rat's ass if you shoot me. This isn't even interesting to someone like me. Go play your games.- What'll they make him do if he loses, cook dinner? They make him do that already.

Rose has arrived.

"Uh," Karin falters, noticing that there is NO ONE in the area visible. Her senses are going off again. Shoot. Cover for it! "Um...yeah. I'm...really deep like that." She says nothing of the spiritual sensing, only looking at Kensei when he speaks again. Er...

Having finished reloading her sniper-paintball-rifle, Lisa cocked the gun so it was ready to fire. After she had scattered from the scene initially, she had passed a dumpster on her way to the park- which had given her a slightly ingenious idea. Instead of just being filled with paintballs, the cannister currently connected to her rifle was also half-filled with garbage- applecores, banana peels, chicken bones, you name it- it was probably stuffed into the hold along with a small amount of blue paintballs.
Figuring it was about time to re-evaluate her position, Lisa pressed her front against the ground and commando-crawled over the top of the roof to poke her head over the edge. Through her goggles, she could see a pair of people walking down the street towards her... and then slowly realised that the hulking mass was Kensei. /Kensei/. He didn't look as if he were playing at the moment, though that hardly trifled with Lisa's judgement over whether to shoot him or not- and it only took her a moment to focus her laser pointer and squeeze the trigger-- when she realised that the shinigami she had just brutalised was in the alleyway right next to her building. Oh, well; too late to change her decision now...

KCHthkthupthup--SPLAT--

Not only did a few high-powered blue paintballs sail towards Kensei, but a rather rotten looking banana-skin and a half-eaten sandwich joined them as well.

Hanatarou has arrived.

Having calmed a bit, Izuru inched towards the end of the alley. He couldn't have guessed that the enemy was above again and so he was carefully moving towards the corner and sloooowly peeking around it and out into the street. He saw the pair walking along and was just turning away when he caught sight of the unmistakable blue paintballs.... and other ingredients. They were coming from above.
A quick shunpo brought him to the nearby rooftop, where finally he expected to lay eyes on this mysterious enemy with the strange weaponry. "Hold it!"

Oh well. His own quarry had gotten away -- He'd barely had time to aim before the man had collected his cowering little underling and zipped off into the sunset like some big dumb not-getting-hit-by-paintballs jerk. But this place was rife with targets -- The Kurosaki kid's younger sister, the wimpy shinigami who'd already been pelted by two of his comrades, and even his own comrades, themselves.
He'd removed his ski mask when it became apparent he likely wouldn't be getting anywhere close to the 6th division's taichou today. As it was, Rose was in midair -- High above the roofs to get a good look at who and what could be a possible target and.. Ah, there it was, waiting for him to take action. His assault rifle came up, he took aim and..

BrrrrrRATATATAT--

Near half of his reservoir of paintballs were midair in a span of nanoseconds, aimed straight for a perfect target.. Yadomaru Lisa, on her stomach, and oh so at his mercy.

-maybe he took a wrong turn. The sound of paintball fire caused Hanatarou to freeze in place. Ah, he knew he should have gone the other way...! But then- oh, there was Kira-fukutaichou! He was still chasing after them? For a moment the shinigami medic stood and watched, wavering once again upon what he should do.

Oh, what the-

Karin is...lost among all of the action SUDDENLY BROUGHT HERE. What happened to the normalcy!? Wait, nothing is normal for her. Joy. e_e;

When Karin stops to try and cover up what she had just said, it makes Kensei curious and he's momentarily distracted by his wondering. The fire of the pressured gun sails down from the rooftop and he gets a sense of it, but rather than dodge he reaches with his free hand for Karin's shoulder to pull her closer and more directly in front of him so she won't get struck, then hunches his shoulders up and puts his head down, taking the brunt of the attack on his broad back. All save for the banana peel, which slaps him right on the back of his bare neck. There's a slight wince at the slow realization of the smell... is that garbage?!

He reaches behind with his hand once it leaves Karin's shoulder and pulls the banana off, then flicks it away and turns briskly to hold his rifle one handed, pointed at the rooftop where the shots had come from. For a second his eyes glance to the shoulder strap of the vest he's wearing to spot a trickle of blue paint, and then he looks back to the roof and gives Lisa a quick smirk, before lowering his weapon. She's looking over the side of a building. He can't target her body.

Kensei's free hand lifts and one finger is pointed, the finger tip of which is lifted to skim the side of his own cheek. "I'm not gonna hit ya in the face." Not that she might hear that, but with the gun barrel pointed downward and that hand gesture she might get the right impression. "Stay behind me, kid." Even if he doesn't fire he won't count on Lisa doing the same. Shinji or maybe one of the other guys.. he might shoot one of them in the nose. The sound of additional fire gets him to look up and he can't help but laugh. "Let's move!" He looks down to Karin and nods. They better split!

Apparently too absorbed in making sure she had hit her target-- which she did, considering it wasn't hard to aim for a sitting duck like Kensei, but there was some sort of satisfaction in pelting one of your roommates with garbage that Lisa couldn't quite explain. However, shortly after that, she heard a voice coming from beside her, causing her to look up with surprise from where she had been lying on the roof towards the owner-- the blue-haired shinigami she had shot earlier.
Swearing, not all-too-quietly either, it appeared she had no intention of 'holding it' and was just about to raise her gun back up at the blondie when a certain mechanized clicking and the whistle of objects through the air reached her ears. Turning slightly cold with dread, Lisa knew that she had been caught wide open by another of her colleagues. Paintballs exploded next to her on the rooftop and impacted on her thighs and the back of her skirt as she attempted to roll away behind the skylight. Goddamn things frickin' HURT, too.
Covered for the moment, she felt the back of her now paint-drenched skirt and brought her hand up to her face to see the colour-- red. Rose. Cocking her own gun, she grit her teeth, now thoroughly peeved.

Whoa, pulled in by Kensei the bodyguard. She doesn't say anything when there are more shots, eyes widening. "O-okay," she stammers, still peering out from behind him. She still looks at the others in (or not in) view, each having their own interesting personalities and styles to this game.

But running is always a good idea. "Go! Go! Go!" she yells, running with.

Rose huffs a breath through his nose. Direct hit. He'd never hear the end of it now, but it was worth it. His gaze dropped, somber as ever, to the streets below - He was pretty obvious, standing in midair, but he didn't mind too much. It's hard to hit a target as high as he is with a paintball gun. Of course, he's only so high for so long, too.
He catches sight of something blue and green and very angry out of the corner of his eye, and Kensei a little further away than that, and he's suddenly gone.. Only to reappear on the ground a moment later, around the corner of a building not twenty feet from Izuru Kira - Behind him, to be precise, and off to the right. There's a semi-automatic pistol full of red paintballs in one hand.. which is off to his side, and aimed around the corner. He pulls the triggers.

Rose huffs a breath through his nose. Direct hit. He'd never hear the end of it now, but it was worth it. His gaze dropped, somber as ever, to the streets below - He was pretty obvious, standing in midair, but he didn't mind too much. It's hard to hit a target as high as he is with a paintball gun. Of course, he's only so high for so long, too.
He catches sight of something blue and green and very angry out of the corner of his eye, and Kensei a little further away than that, and he's suddenly gone.. Only to reappear on the ground a moment later, around the corner of a building not twenty feet from Izuru Kira - Behind him, to be precise, and off to the right. There's a semi-automatic pistol full of red paintballs in one hand.. which is off to his side, and aimed around the corner. He pulls the triggers.

THUKTHUKTHUKTHUK

Four paintballs, all a single shot can fire from one of the handheld weapons can manage at once, zip towards Izuru's neck and shoulders without warning.
Rose was really getting into this, strangely.

"...K-Kira-fukutaichou!" Hanatarou blurted, seeing the impending danger. Danger? Well, it was a warzone out here!

Mashiro has arrived.

Kensei takes off after Karin, jogging his pace behind her and also watching out over his shoulder in case someone decides to come after them. Luckily the padding didn't give him much of a sting from those paintballs. They were shot from far off and he's too tough anyhow! "How much farther is it?!" The clinic has got to be close by, he hopes. Maybe he can actually stay there awhile until this ridiculous game ends.

For a brief moment, Izuru allowed himself to feel victorious. Even if she had shot at him again, he would have been much more prepared to dodge than he had been the time before. But the shots from above changed his mind very quickly about that feeling of victory. Another enemy? He looked up quickly... and then made a snap decision.
It only took another quick shunpo to bring him back down to the alley below. Izuru was getting out of here. He needed to find the others and get some backup before taking on a number of enemies whose reiatsu. And then, without warning, came yet another attack and he nearly fell face first onto the cement when the force of red paintballs struck his shoulders and neck from behind. He used this momentum to his advantage, though, and made a run for it, snagging Hanatarou's arm as he sprinted past, dragging the medic with him around the corner and off towards safety. Wherever that might be.

Rose heads to the center of Karakura Town.
Rose has left.

"Not that far!" Karin calls back, arms pumping as skinny legs cycle. Home, sweet home. A little more. RIGHT THERE!! The girl reaches the glass doors, digging out her spare key from a pocket. Jamming it into the hole, the door is pulled open. "Come on!!!" she motions, looking for Kensei. He's behind her, right?!? Oh, there. "Inside, now," she says flatly, slipping indoors.

Having once again thrown up his arms again in futile defense, Hanatarou yelped in surprise when he found himself grabbed by Izuru and dragged off to retreat. He almost trips in his attempt to catch his own footing on the ground so he wouldn't be a complete deadweight to the vice captain.

Rose has arrived.

Clambering quickly to her feet despite the pain that Rose's previous volley had inflicted on her, Lisa took refuge behind a chimney as she watched the shinigami get pelted-- again-- and poked her head out from around the bricks to take aim at where her prior attacker was currently hiding. No mercy. Taking aim once more with the little red laser, she pressed the rifle against her shoulder and quickly pulled the trigger with her index finger, knowing that he wouldn't stay in one place for too long-- even if she didn't hit him THIS time, she would get him eventually.

KCHTHKTHKTHKthkSPLUTCH.

Oh, so this time it had been a rotten orange and an assorted set of chicken bones. Always the luck of the draw, huh?

Kensei stops at the foot of the doorway behind Karin and glances behind him. The coast looks clear. The last thing he wants is to have this innocent looking clinic covered in paint just because he stepped inside. But since it appears no one has followed, he nods and goes over the threshold. And he's safe!! Okay so he obviously loses the game, but he wasn't trying to win it in the first place. Now he can just sit out this insanity in the comfort of the Kurosaki clinic.

Unfortunately for Lisa, Rose is just finishing his shot.. Which means that by the time she fires, he's already curling his arm inwards to roll off to one side around the bulding he's hidden behind, in order to avoid catching the attention of the enraged, multicolored 3rd division lieutenant that's already headed some other way.
This isn't to say he's completely scot-free, though. No, one of the paintballs and a chicken bone catches his square on the sleeve, before he jerks his arm inwards, against his chest, and whipes at the blue splotch while dropping to the ground and heading out of blasting range.
Damn that Lisa. She's not going to give up, is she? Well, whatever; It's about time he did some grafitti.

Rose heads to the center of Karakura Town.
Rose has left.

TO BE CONTINUED?

[Log] 3 - Coffee Break

2008-06-15T22:31:49Z

Characters: Ryoko, Karin
Summary: School ends. Broken vending machine.

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Bell chimes ring when the clock's minute hand strikes twelve, its routine song echoing over the suburban setting. With school done for another day, all good little students make their way home or to another fun hangout location down the street. Karin, being one of many who choose to go home, wrinkles her nose, slinging her backpack over a shoulder as she walks down the concrete paths. She left her soccer ball at home, and finds herself bored while trekking back toward the Kurosaki Clinic. However, it's not all too bad. Just another normal day.

Ryoko glared down at the coffee vending machine... the thing had robbed her of the last change she had on hand. Too bad she decided to wear a sweet, feminine skirt and short sleeved blouse. Her expression and the bandages on her face did not match the outfit in the slightest. Now that Ryoko was done glaring at this machine, she balled her hand into a fist. Of course, she couldn't break into the machine. So she half-heartedly set her fist on the machine and heaved a deep sigh. This week wasn't going well at all... damn. .../damn/.

Huh. Adults deal with really odd issues at times. Karin quirks a thin eyebrow, shifting the bag's straps accordingly. It's not like she can avoid this - she's walking on the same sidewalk. Going across the street would be way too noticeable (and maybe even illegal without a crosswalk). Well....why not see what's up? "Hey," the girl says, loud enough as she gets closer. The bandages do seem out of place, but she says nothing of that. "...Something wrong with the machine?"

"Nn...?" Ryoko stood up straight rather quickly. She didn't think anyone else was around, but... oh. This was a child. For some reason, children were easy to overlook if they weren't making all sorts of noise. "The vending machine didn't vend any coffee, and it won't return my change." Still, Ryoko had a way about looking a whole lot more gloomier than she actually was.

Karin tilts her head to the side, keeping her subtle, flat expression. "Ah," she says, eyes moving to study the vending machine. "I think this one's been doing that. Several people went through the same thing." Placing a hand upon its metal side, she squints, and without waiting another beat, Karin kicks the machine thoroughly with a resounding clang. "....Hm."

"You shou--..." Too late. A few cans of warmed coffee dropped down into the bin. Well, she could probably overlook this. Besides, the vending machine has probably robbed people left and right. Ryoko look one can and pulled the tab off. "I suppose coffee doesn't fit your taste."

A curt nod confirms that her mission is accomplished. "Nah, not right now," she says, placing her hands on her hips. She'll drink it sometimes, but it still leaves a weird aftertaste. "Just got out of school, and now that this crisis is averted, I need to get back. Enjoy." Just as long as her father and sister didn't go postal if she lingers for a few minutes, she's good. Again, the machine is considered. "...Maybe there should be a sign on this," she muses, more to herself than to Ryoko.

Ryoko spoke after taking a sip of coffee. "Aa, here." She set the coffee ontop of the machine and reached for her shoulder bag. The bag itself was something rather fashionable, complete with a vintage stamp from some Japanese company which was no longer in business. Super expensive stuff. She removed a pad of paper and a marker, and while she did so a wallet dropped onto the ground. Ryoko didn't seem to notice. She used the machine as a writing surface, and wrote: 'Kick machine, receive coffee. (free coffee first come first served)'. The note was torn off and tucked into one display sign of the machine.

Sweatdrop. That isn't really the sort of sign she was expecting, but it works. Karin grins, amused. "Nice." Her eyes fall back toward the ground when she hears the wallet drop, crouching to pick it up in order to return it properly. "Uh, miss? You dropped this..."

"...!" She gladly took the wallet back from Karin. "Thank you..." Ryoko opened up the wallet to check its contents... phew. Nothing had fallen out. The wallet was folded up and placed in the bag along with the paper and pen. "I've been a mess lately." The coffee wasn't forgotten at all. She reached up and took the can, holding it in one hand.

The dark-haired girl shrugs, her mouth twisting in a lopsided and faint smile. "Welcome." Dark eyes dart over to see some birds fly by, returning to see Ryoko placing everything where it should be. "...It happens to everyone," she replies casually, the feeling not too obscure for her to understand. This may fall more under the 'spiritual' side of things, but there were days that dealt with normal issues.

Ryoko took her leave then, going on her way back to the grocery. "I'm sure I'll see you around again, sooner or later." Although, it was likely that Ryoko would be difficult to recognize in uniform... unless those wounds of hers were stubborn to heal. She waved and headed down the sidewalk.

Karin nods, giving a brief wave. "Bye! Ah...take care, too!" she calls, watching the lady take a different direction. She waits a while before pulling on the bag strap again, turning on a heel. Although the thought of not mentioning either of their names to each other crosses her mind, the young Kurosaki figures they'll find each other as Ryoko said. Boy, will that be sort of awkward.

[Log] 2 - Kicking the Ball

2008-05-17T02:54:17Z

Characters: Karin, Kensei
Summary: Soccer field. And no one to play with.

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WHAT TIME IS IT?

IT'S SOCCER TIME!!! YEAHHHHH!!!

But for Karin, any time's a good time for soccer. Pancakes, too. With her skill, she is able to avoid staying at home with the benefits of exercise and fresh air. Of course, it would help if she had some people to play with, or, maybe, at least a group to beat to a pulp in one little game without remorse.
It's been half an hour and she has been kicking the ball around the gloriously empty green field, chasing after it when it goes too far. During one of her harder blows, the ball goes hurtling farther than it should, Karin grunting to go after it a second later.

It's a nice day in Karakura Town so why not enjoy the weather? Kensei is out for a walk, getting away from the abandoned building for awhile and the ruckus of his fellow vizards is sometimes a necessity in order to maintain his sanity. As he's walking along he looks every bit the troublesome teen, complete with a basketball he's bouncing in front of him as he walks down the concrete path out of the soccer field. The incoming object gets his attention though and he stops, catching his own playing ball with the palm of one large hand and then lifting his leg to block the incoming soccer ball before it gets away from him. The ball bounces and is halted with his foot touching lightly on top of it. Not a bad technique, even if it's not really his game. Seeing Karin running toward the ball answers the obvious, "This your ball, kid?"

Running across the field takes longer than it should. Karin sometimes wishes she can leap several yards in a single bound. The kid stops a few feet away from Kensei, jogging in place before standing still. "Yeah," she breathes, placing her hands on her knees while looking up at him with dark eyes. "Sorry - it got away from me. Kicked too hard." Frowning, she adds, "It would be easier to retrieve it if I had more players."

Kensei looks down at the ball, then gives it a light kick with his toe to get the ball into the air. Once it bounces up lightly he sticks out his free hand to catch the soccer ball in his palm and offers it to her. "Don't you have some friends around here?" Seems like the kids should all be out in the park on a nice day like today, but this one girl is just playing soccer by herself. That can't be much fun, kicking the ball around when she's all alone.

There is a slight pout, small hands taking the ball back with ease. "I do, but those dorks are probably doing other things." Like hiding from her. Or playing video games. Or...being lazy altogether. If the girl was that desperate, she would even try looking for those stupid middle schoolers for a quick game of doom. She sighs, blowing at some stray strands of black hair falling into her line of sight. "I don't know. I'm fine if things end up this way. It's just boring."

Kensei smirks a little at her words. She's fine with it? "You like playing by yourself? That's pretty lame." Hah! Nice thing for him to say to a kid. "If it's boring then it's not really fine." Because she just said it herself, she's not having any fun. But now that he thinks about it, shooting hoops on his own isn't that entertaining either. "C'mon, I'll kick that around with ya." If she wants him to that is. Who knows, maybe she's not supposed to talk to strangers, though they've already started talking.

Fume. "It ain't lame! Sometimes it's good practice!" Who's she kidding. Karin drops the rest of her readied speech on how entertaining oneself is not bad but good to the umpteenth power, blinking several times. A hush falls over the area. "....Really?" Karin asks, slightly dubious. Kensei doesn't look too dangerous and imposing, but he still has that intimidation to his being. Maybe she's just use to seeing it from her brother.
She taps her chin three times, extending the same hand toward the man. "Karin Kurosaki," she states firmly with a nod.

As she debates whether or not to accept the offer he tucks his basketball under one hand and simply waits. Good thing she doesn't keep him waiting long. The extended hand earns a slight smile and he reaches out with his free hand, his glove giving her hand a firm but careful shake. "Kensei Muguruma." Seems like a tough little kid. He likes that. "Let's play." As he steps into the grass he drops his basketball. It won't go anywhere resting off the pavement. He'll have to be careful playing with a little kid though since he wouldn't want her to get hurt. At the same time, he finds it hard to go easy on anyone. She seems like the type who wouldn't want him to do that anyway.

Of course not. She wants to face hard challenges head on, whether they be people or events. The young Kurosaki lets the ball go bouncing and rolling back onto the grass, following close behind it until she reaches a certain spot. Stepping on top of it, Karin steadies herself, looking up at the sky.
"Hokay," she shouts, letting her foot slip off and swing back, her body going with the movement as she brings it forward. "GO!" The ball is kicked, the hollow sound of it being smacked confirming it is going to travel far. It flies above the ground for a bit before touching down, rapidly rolling toward Kensei.

Kensei trots across the field a distance to give Karin plenty of space to make the first kick off. Guess he'll be trying to charge through then, though in part he worries a bit about hurting her with his heavy boots on. They're not really the right footwear for this kind of game. He'll just be extra careful, that's all. As the ball is kicked he watches its path and notices how good the aim is. Kensei doesn't even have to move to the side in order to get to it, the ball comes right toward him and bounces perfectly in range. "You've got some talent." He's a little surprised! With that he begins the movements down the field, only jogging lightly since it wouldn't be too far of him to use his long stride as an advantage.

She doesn't wait too long to dash after it, smirking at the compliment. "Thanks," she grins, moving as quickly as she can. Darn her shortness - it makes running a chore. But it's not bothering her - that's a plus. Kensei better watch it because Karin is about to try stealing the ball away from him.

Kensei can see she's putting a lot of effort into the game. That's good! She must really enjoy this sport a lot. In a real game she wouldn't be chasing after guy's as tall as him anyway so she might have to push herself a little more than when she plays with her friends, even if Kensei does go easy on her. When he sees her moving in he notices her concentration and her intent. She doesn't flinch at all. That's impressive for a kid her age, but he doesn't let the ball go easily. A quick step and he maintains control, moving to the other side of her so she'll have to work for the prize. As a Captain he never let his subordinates achieve things easily either, but it just makes the victory all the more sweet when it's attained.

Karin does relish the sport. It's okay - she doesn't mind getting too beat up from squirmishes like this. It's a part of the game, after all. Of course, seeing how it's a grown man against a little girl can cause some sort of controversy if a spectator views it differently than what it really is, so....uh...good thing there aren't many people outside!
Dark eyes blink as her brow furrows, skinny legs trying to work around taking the ball back without too much of a hassle. Ichigo determination! Grunting, Karin rounds Kensei, feet dancing to find an opening.

Kensei watches her movements carefully as she makes her attempt. His foot moves but her smaller foot reaches in and snatches the ball away. He's a bit surprised again and turns his body to follow her movements with his eyes. "You're not a professional player, are ya?" He jokes, though maybe she could grow up to be one. Even if the game appears unfair because he's so much bigger than she is, others might think it's cute to see them playing together. Maybe even mistake them for siblings. Her own sibling should be out here doing this!

That's the sad part: Ichigo is nowhere to be found. D: And even if he was, he'd probably only play with her a couple of times. Teenagers. Karin will never understand them. Or her weird father. Surely she's adopted.
The soccer ball bounces, the girl grinning. She likes that one. One of these days she will be a pro! "We'll see," she replies, kicking the ball back.

Kensei receives the ball when it's kicked and begins to move again, but he's taking his time with it and just enjoying himself with the light exercise. "You don't have some crazy dream about being a world famous soccer star? I thought that's how kids did it." Imagined themselves being president or an astronaut or some famous athlete at the Olympics.

"Eh, I think I use to, but y'know, everything doesn't come so easily now," she shrugs, jogging up to Kensei. "It'd be nice, sure." Karin's cynicism shows muchly here, but it isn't too depressing. She gives a short chortle, ending with a lopsided grin. "Yuzu, my sister, probably has something like that. She's pretty easy to inspire."

Kensei tilts his head back a little and wonders a little about Karin's lack of belief in those things. Who knows, maybe she's been through a lot. The ball is tapped in her direction in a controlled pass. "You're kinda young to be talkin' that way. Ya sound more grown up than some people I know." But he hangs around a pretty childish group! There's a slight smirk. "How about a crepe? I'll pay for it so that's easy enough." And there's a vendor just on the other side of the soccer field waiting for some hungry kids to come along.

A sneakered foot stops the ball without fanfare, Karin glancing upward. "Hey, not everything can be all fluffy and silver-lined," she wrinkles her nose, frowning as usual. She looks down again, kicking the ball up to catch it. "I get that a lot. It's nothing new, but I don't mind it. Most kids my age act like dorks anyway." Her eyes give a sidelong look at Kensei once more when he mentions crepes. "...Okay."

Kensei wouldn't be too offended if she didn't trust him. After all, he doesn't even look like a respectable person, but he's not going to hurt her or anything. He walks over to retrieve his own basketball before waiting and then walking with Karin over to the snack stand. He's sort of hungry anyway so it's not really just for her. "Guess I know how ya feel. The people I hang out with are dorks too. They don't take anything seriously."

"Yeah? I've seen something similar to that," the young Kurosaki snorts, immediately thinking of her goat-faced father. Ugh. Hefting the ball under a thin arm, she walks with Kensei, relaxed. "Not like we can help it, though, ne?"

Kensei does smile a bit when she says it like that. Guess one just has to accept their circumstances. "Right. We're just a couple of unlucky people." That has to be it. Once they reach the crepe stand he looks over the flavors. "I'll have banana." Since that's not too sweet he can handle it. A glance goes down to the girl to see what she'll order.

Karin nods curtly. "I'll eat to that," she states, looking over at the listed ingredients. Not much, but it's crepes - if she wanted something crazy, then it could have been ice cream. This can work, too. "...Hum....chocolate..." Healthy, whazzat?

[OOC] 5/5/08

2008-05-05T10:22:21Z

HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO!!!

Antoku comes through the gates from Seireitei.
Antoku has arrived.

Antoku throws himself down on the floor.
Karin o_o
Antoku shakes up the Magic 8-Ball, asking, "Y/N?"...
Magic 8-Ball replies: "It is decidedly so."
You shake up the Magic 8-Ball, asking, "8-Ball, are you useless?"...
Magic 8-Ball replies: "It is certain."
Antoku doesn't think you can argue that.
Karin shrug.
Antoku shakes up the Magic 8-Ball, asking, "Isshin?"...
Magic 8-Ball replies: "Outlook good."
Antoku says, "Yikes."
Karin ........
Karin feels impending doom.
Antoku says, "What're you going to do if it turns out Ryuuken's your mom?"
You say, "....I'll find another family."
You say, "Wait - I think I'm already adopted by Momo."
Antoku says, "Yeah, but he's loaded."
You say, "....True."
Antoku says, "You could have a gold-plated helicopter."
Karin hmmm.
Karin starts plans to make things...happen.
Antoku says, "You could have a diamond the size and shape of a real camel."
Antoku says, "If I were you I'd make sure Ryuuken gets roses on Valentine's Day in Isshin's name. Just in case."
You say, "Okay."
Antoku says, "...if it all works out, adopt me."
Karin will do.
Karin -.-b
Antoku nods, goes back to sketching monstrosities.
Karin plans death in the process after a good extent of time.
Antoku what.
You say, "Just in case something goes wrong."
You say, "Inheritance goes a long way."
Antoku says, "You don't have to kill me, you know. You can just break some of my fingers."
You say, "Not you, you're safe."
Antoku says, "I'll cave in like wet dry wall."
Antoku says, "Oh."
You say, "I meant Ryuuken."
Antoku says, "/Oh/."
Antoku says, "In that case...."
Antoku no objections
Karin awesome.

[OOC] 4/20/08

2008-04-20T20:49:36Z

Shunsui comes through the gates from Seireitei.
Shunsui has arrived.

Karin >:|
Nanao curt nod.
Shunsui skipskipskips to Karin~
Shunsui lifts!
Karin <_<
Shunsui places her on his shoulders.
Karin gack
Shunsui skipskipskips to Nanao~
Nanao e_e
Shunsui says, "Nanao-chan~"
Nanao says, "I'm not riding your shoulders."
Shunsui says, "Nyan-nao-chan~~ <333333"
Shunsui stops mid-reach.
Shunsui says, "Not even a little?"
Nanao says, "No, sir."
Nanao says, "Not even a little."
Shunsui says, "<3 For a few minutes? <3"
Nanao says, "No, sir."
Karin >:I
Nanao reaches up to take Karin down.
Shunsui leans away!
Karin re-jhfgdghg
Nanao >:|
Shunsui says, "Now, now...."
Nanao says, "Taichou."
Nanao +_+
Shunsui says, "....this young lady is my ward. She helps me supervise."
Karin nod.
Nanao says, "...Is that true?"
You say, "Yeah.;"
Nanao says, "Very well."
ShunsuihandsKarinbacktoNanaoinahurrywhichisnottosaythathe'sdoingwhathe'stoldbecause,asanyonecansee,heisthecaptainaroundherepleasedon'tkillme.
Nanao holds Karin...uncertainly.
Nanao sets her down.
Karin :|
Karin has so many influences to leech off of. :|
Nanao says, "You can do better than Taichou."
Karin hm.
Aizen is available for being a bad influence.
Karin ;
Shunsui says, "...Nanao-chan....that's cruel...."
Nanao says, "Taichou. She's too young to drink. And she's a girl, so skirt-chasing is right out. That leaves 'napping' as the skill to observe."
Shunsui must point out what a fine person Ukitake-taichou has become, and didn't he grow up around me?
Nanao says, "U-Ukitake-Taichou is nothing like you!"
Shunsui says, "Not so, not so....we're like twins."
Nanao says, "That is absolutely false."
Aizen says, "Really...?"
Karin <_<
Shunsui says, "Sousuke-kun, be kind!"
Karin >_>
Shunsui says, "We're both captains...we both....."
Shunsui thinks.
Shunsui says, "...have hair."
Nanao v_v;
Shunsui says, "And wear clothes, usually...."
Nanao ......
Shunsui says, "....skip meetings...."
Aizen says, "Usually doesn't count, sir."
Nanao ushers Karin towards Ukitake.
Shunsui tut-tuts at Aizen sorrowfully.
Karin ah. Toddles over.
Rangiku has arrived.
Nanao says, "Matsumoto-san."
Rangiku says, "Haaaaaaaaaaai? :D"
Nanao produces the flyer again. "Explain this."
Rangiku ...
Rangiku says, "Oh, that--"
Rangiku says, "Is to say--"
Nanao folds her arms.
Shunsui sidles out of harm's way, meanwhile.
Rangiku weeps on Nanao's shoulder. "Abarai-fukutaichou tried to bribe myself and Shunsui-san into attending that horrible establishment but I WAS SO PROUD because Shunsui-san, he was so very resolute and unswayable and he would never go to such a seedy place knowing it would upset you so very badly, Nanao-san."
Nanao blinks.
Rangiku says, "It's a den of temptations;;;"
Nanao pats Rangiku uncertainly. "Is that so...?"
Nanao looks at Shunsui for confirmation.
Shunsui is lucky his horse came through on that last race. Rangiku's Honesty is getting expensive.
Shunsui says, "......uh?"
Shunsui says, "Oh....oh yes....it was hard, but I managed by thinking of your lovely face. <3"
Nanao ///
Nanao says, "That's...good to know."
Aizen facepalm.
Nanao says, "But Matsumoto-san, that wasn't what I was asking."
Rangiku says, ".... ehhh?"
Nnoitra says, "Aizen-sama... how did you once endure these people..."

Chad pulls free of the living world.
Chad has arrived.

Shunsui picks up Yachiru-chan absently.
Nanao wishes to know why Momo has informed her that this is to be the next destination of our ladies' night out.
Rangiku ........... oh.
Shunsui tips her in her little basket while she naps.
Rangiku :D;
Rangiku says, "Excuse me a moment."
Nanao says, "Thank you, Taichou."
Chad gets out pad and pencil. "Where is ladies' night out going to be?"
Karin ...
Karin needs to gather her soccer team. Adults are weird.
Nanao e_e
Nanao's hand glows.
Chad ...puts away the pad and pencil. "Forget I asked."
Nanao's hand ceases to glow.
Aizen will protect you, Karin-chan.
Nanao says, "You stay away."
Rangiku comes back.
Rangiku says, "What was the question? :D"
Chad says, "Yeah Aizen your track record with young girls ain't so hot."
Shunsui says, "Don't let it get to you...they won't let me come with either."
Shunsui is practically one of the girls!
Nanao sighs.
Chad says, "No disagreement there."
Shunsui SPITS out what he was drinking.
Shunsui shunpo.
Nanao says, "Let it be noted for the record that I object to attending a strip club and intoxication."
Chad says, "Bad sake?"
Nanao doesn't say she won't go. Just objects.

Shunsui has left.

Rangiku picks up Nanao-san.

Kunio has left.

Nanao blinks.
Rangiku SQUEEZE. "OH BUT WE'LL HAVE SO MUCH FUN YOU HAVE TO GO~"
Nanao says, "Th-that is very unlikely..."
Karin looks to Aizen. :|
Chad says, "Remember Nanao, skip the wussy sake, go Mexican! Tequila!"

Aizen holds out a hand to Karin.
Karin ...reaches.

Nanao is drinking nothing stronger than virgin daiquiris.
Nnoitra gets Karin her own spoon.
Aizen n_n
Aizen places Karin on his shoulder.
Chad says, "Bad Karin, stop getting lured to the dark side!"
Karin But D:
Karin has 139 darkside points. D:
Orihime says, "You can stay in my room, Karin-chan!"
Chad says, "When he stabs you with a smile don't say I didn't warn you."
Aizen will let you girls stay up late and watch movies.
Chad says, "EVIL."
Karin awesome. And will watch out for that.
Karin >:| b
Aizen makes Nnoitra put in a soccer field.
You say, "Tell Ichi-nii that I'll see him later, then."
Rangiku almost Loses Nanao-san in her cleavage. ._. Oops.
Rangiku sets her down again. :D
Chad says, "You can use Nnoitra as one of the goalposts at least."
Nanao, badly shaken.
Rangiku dusts her off helpfully. :D
Nanao says, "Th-thank you."
Nanao fixes her glasses.
Nnoitra makes a terrible sandy soccer field.

Shunsui comes through the gates from Seireitei.
Shunsui has arrived.

Shunsui humhums~ o/`
Nanao says, "That was fast."
Karin frowns at the field. >:|
Nnoitra uses Nel as the soccer ball.
Shunsui says, "That young man is very gloomy...."
Karin ;
Shunsui puts up a hand and catches Nell as she passes. "...it's probably best to...."
Nanao says, "Perhaps he had no wish to view your chest hair, Taichou."
Shunsui says, "...beat it out of him while he's young...."
Shunsui says, "Not true, not true!"
Shunsui says, "He said that depressing thing and then ran off!"
Shunsui hands the tiny Arrancar to a passing stranger.
Nanao says, "What depressing thing was that, sir?"
Shunsui says, "...hm?"
Shunsui forgot what we were talking about.

[OOC] 3/30/08

2008-03-31T10:06:08Z

Doing OC stuff, a mention of OC design, and badabing.
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Antoku wants to see Karin's OC design. Give.
Karin guh
Karin reuploads it. ;;
Antoku says, "Guh nothin', you get to make fun of my OC stuff on tegaki. Give."
Karin tosses this pic.
Antoku yoink.
Antoku saves it to his Victims folder. "Name?"
You say, "Yoshinori Ito."
Karin feels like she signed away part of her life right now. ;;;
Antoku's reputation precedes him.
Nozomi looks over Antoku's shoulder. "He's attractive."
Antoku says, "We'll keep him."
Orihime's OC will have something to say about THAT!

[Log] 1 - Playing Games With An Intruder.

2008-03-30T02:09:23Z

Date: 03-28-08
Characters: Karin, Ragiku, Kon
Summary: Bored, Rangiku goes over to the Kurosaki residence, raiding the fridge and looking for something to do. Karin is about the only person there to deal with Ran's antics. Kon is, too.

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Given that it had been so /boringly/ quiet of late, with Hollow attacks amounting to nothing more than bottom feeders, her Captain had finally dismissed her in a fit of raging agitation and had given her leave to spend her time freely just to get her out of his hair.
She was filled with glee just thinking about it.
Rangiku had already raided the nearby shopping malls and department stores, and much like smoking a cigarette after great -- well, you know. Much like that, she'd decided she needed some sort of 'wind down' time.... and what better way to spend it than going through Ichigo's house?
To be fair, she'd knocked. Well, once. But it was clear doors weren't much of an obstacle, since she considered knocking a courtesy only and had a tendency to invite herself anywhere she pleased--and since no one was home, no one was there to argue! Or at least, no one had answered the door...
Presently she had a soda in one hand, a spoon jutting jauntily from her mouth while she went through what appeared to be a hallway closet, balancing a container of ice cream in the crook of her elbow. The refrigerator, it seemed, had already fallen victim, and it stood onlooking from the kitchen with an air of defenseless embarrassment.

The faint knocking could have just been some random pebble hitting the front, but the wind isn't blowing around like crazy this day. Karin blinks, catching her soccer ball and pausing for a moment, one of her thin, dark eyebrows quirking on instinct.
Beardo's busy with work in the clinic, Yuzu went out to shop for groceries, and Ichi-nii is...well, Ichi-nii. Teenage boys tend to go all over the place. And eat a lot.
She's the only Kurosaki that hasn't left the household for some reason. Karin would have hung out with her friends today, but she was feeling like a loner earlier, leading to her current state of bored-of-being-holed-up-in-her-room. The girl rolls out of bed, letting the ball roll onto the ground as she pads down the stairs. "Hm..."
And when she finds Rangiku freeloading, Karin just stares for a good minute in slight disbelief. "...."

If Rangiku noticed the girl's presence immediately, she pretended not to, instead favoring the option of juggling her goodies to pull out a long, rectangular box to inspect the lettering on it. CANDYLAND, it said. Sounded awfully bizarre, like somewhere Yachiru would build her all-devouring soul-less army of helicopter-killing kittens--
She looked up towards the stairwell, and without the slightest trace of guilt, exclaimed, "It's awfully rude to sneak up on people! What if you had startled me and I'd dropped my ice cream?" A sad mou face at the thought, with just enough pout to show just how horribly depressing a thought like that was. "Say, what is this 'Candyland' thing?" she asked, jiggling the box a bit and making the pieces inside rattle. "Is it a game? What kind? Why would you make a game about it? Is it edible?"

There is a sputter of surprise, a quick shake of her head, and then a prominent frown crossing the girl's features. "Ph-Sneaking up?! Who comes in and eats other people's food?" Karin crosses over from the bottom stair to the kitchen. "Without asking fir-" She stops mid-sentence, eying the game box carefully.

Oh gosh, not /that/ game.

A sharp breath is drawn inward, held for a few seconds before exhaling. Who exactly is this person and why is she here? It's like she's been here before...maybe she has. Well, Ichi-nii has a lot of 'splainin' to do when he gets back.
"....That," Karin restarts, running a hand over her head, "is just a board game. With little pieces. And although it's called Candyland, it doesn't mean it's edible - it's a game concept. And who are you?" All of this without missing a beat, apparently.

"...." Rangiku considered this for a long moment, shrugged, and then unceremoniously tossed the board game's box over a shoulder. The pieces inside screamed as their downward arc accelerated, but since they were plastic, no one heard them and probably wouldn't have paid them any mind anyway. Not to fear, however! Disaster was averted when the box landed (mostly) harmlessly on the couch, but even so, the pieces inside would never be the same again, and from that day forward would shrink in fear every time the hallway closet was opened by anything remotely resembling a buxom blonde.
"Matsumoto Rangiku! Of course! Ichigo's friend!" she provided cheerfully to the last question. Blissfully oblivious to the tragic lives of manufactured game pieces, Rangiku herself was back to rifling through the closet. "You must be his sister--" she leaned backwards suddenly, peering around the closet door to the stairwell again. "--... ah, yep. Same scowl. You look just like him! Ne, help me find a game to play, I'm bored!"

Another long and flat-eyed stare is earned from the young Kurosaki, her arms folding across her chest. "....That explains everything," she half-says to herself. Ichi-nii has some strange friends. Rangiku definitely has no problem at making herself at home here. Frump.
"Karin," the girl answers while the blond dug through the closet, taking a few steps closer. No comment toward the scowl bit - just a small twitch of the corner of her mouth. "I thought teenagers had better things to do than play board games," Karin frowns. "We don't even play them as much anymore...."
Another pause in thought. Rangiku's bored, she's bored - put two and two together and snap. Karin leans in somewhere under the older girl, helping her dig. "...Here, it's easier to just take everything out," she sighs.

Rangiku had spent this entire time talking with the spoon still in her mouth, apparently an incredible expert at such juggling feats; the faint click of metal against teeth was heard every so often between syllables. She popped it out when the girl ducked underneath her, however, taking the opportunity to free up the closet doorway as she retreated for the kitchen. "Excellent! You find something fun to play! Want one of these bottle drinks? I found a whole CASE~" she declared dreamily, sticking the spoon in the ice cream momentarily before setting the dessert's container on the table on her way to the fridge. "I have no idea what they're called, even~"

".........."
SIGH.
Karin shakes her head again, taking whatever boxes are free enough from their settled spaces. It's sort of hard to read the names clearly, but that's not important. A facefault responds to Rangiku's offer, but it's not visible to the 'guest.' With a good number of games stacked on top of each other, Karin manages to back up from the door, moving slowly to drop them all on top of the table. "Those are soda cases....and no, I'm fine," she replies, dusting off her hands. Shouldn't she be the one asking this? Ugh, confusing. Moving on! "Here - you can look through these. These are the ones without pieces missing."

"Soda? Fizzy," she decided, also coming to the conclusion that she was instantly addicted. She was frowning, but it went unnoticed given that the recipient was the fridge while she bent over, staring intently inside. At least the girl hadn't questioned her not knowing what a soda was; what a horrible faux pas to make in the presence of a human. No matter! She brightened considerably when she found what appeared to be cookie dough -- cookie dough being, as everyone knew, the greatest thing ever to happen to humankind. Inoue had introduced her the other night, and after a bit of research she discovered girls especially enjoyed eating the stuff raw when they needed cheering up. Clearly it had medicinal purposes, which meant it had to be healthy, right?
Upon further inspection, it did, indeed, turn out to be cookie dough.
This day just kept getting better and better!
She danced back to the table, borrowing the ice cream spoon to slit open the cookie dough's package while she squinted at the boxes. "Ummm... what's that one?" She pointed with the spoon at random.

...She's just not getting through to this 'high school student.' Toushirou must feel the same way. Karin does wonder about the reaction toward the soda and why Rangiku doesn't know what it's called, but she keeps quiet. It's what she does. Further observation leads to another face as the blond digs into the cookie dough. "..." Yuzu's going to be buying a whole lot more groceries next time.
She manages to suppress another sigh, sliding some of the boxes to the side of the one pointed out. "That's Connect-Four. Black and red pieces slide down this rack and you have to....connect four." Her nose wrinkles.

Oh, how lucky had Kon been today? Well, first of all he managed to find this thrown out American magazine, 'Source', then he had been able to rifle through Yuzu's toys to find a few bits of clothing to loot and atop that some of her (probably fake) jewelry. The result, of course, was a laughable mockery of Gangsta culture. Waddling carefully in the erstwhile denim jeans of some other doll in effort to keep them on his body he finds his way to the bottom of the stairs. Dragging a few bead necklaces and plastic, gold-colored jewelry from his neck he finds his way to a sight worth seeing.

The pair of opaque, doll's sunglasses in his hand fall to the floor at the sight and given that Karin is the only other person home its not worth taking the time to think. Patpatpatpatpatpat--LEAP... or he would've leaped if that stupid damn piece from 'Candy Land' hadn't worked like the cartoon banana peel and sent his leap into a poor trajectory that plants his face right into the leg of the table with the clatter of plastic jewelry before he flies off like shrapnel to land beneath the table. "...cugh...."

Rangiku caught a glimpse of amber and brown as it came flying abruptly from the direction of the stairs (facing that direction as she was), her smile suddenly plastered in place and empty while she prepared to deliver an unholy blow--which apparently became unnecessary as the animated stuffed animal stumbled, keeled forward and instead of landing anywhere remotely near her, slammed into the table leg. She kept her smile on Karin, perfectly serene.
"Oh, is that so? I've never heard of it. Let's play that one, then!" she declared, although honestly at that moment she would have agreed to any game. Surreptitiously, a socked foot snaked out sideways underneath the table, jabbing toes attempting to fling Kon back whence he came before Karin noticed.

Huh. Karin gives Rangiku another weird look. "How could you not have heard about this game? It's pretty common," she answers plainly, moving the other games to make room for one single box. While removing the cover, the girl blinks, dark eyes glancing at the floor for a moment as the foot in motion goes and kicks something, the blur of neutral color with bits of brightness suddenly vanishing from sight. "....hm?"

Her imagination? Probably.

There had been more agile and dexterous feats before, that much was sure. Kon pushes himself up to his feet and the toes catch him right in the head and with those pants barely on his body they only let him trip easier and hit a chair leg. Kicking himself out of the mess of the jeans he stands up finally and shucks himself of his jewelry. Well, he doesn't like being kicked and this leads him to carefully step around it until he has gotten out of its general kicky-ness. Now, how to get up to the table, a cursory glance upward is given and were it possible he would probably shoot off like a rocket from the blood firing out his nose in a torrent.

Oh no, its a sleepy, warm, sparkle-filled gaze that is just... just great. "Nee-saaaaan..." he lets out lazily, barely above a whisper. He teeters back and forth on his legs, staring upward. "Such a wonderful choice, Nee-saaaaan... The color almost matches your creamy thighs...." he mumbles out dreamily. "Oh, Ichigo, please don't step on me yet... Give me a few minutes before the dream ends." he whispers, 'paws' coming up to his 'cheeks'.

So much for stealth, she thought, when she saw Karin glance down. No matter. She shoved another spoonful of cookie dough in her mouth in what she figured passed for 'normalcy' for humans, pretending that there wasn't a stuffed, talking lion walking around behind Karin, muttering about................ PANTIES?
Rangiku carelessly dropped the cookie dough package on the table, sending a few Connect Four pieces flying down to the ground. "Aw, jeez! Hold on, lemme get those--" she tilted down sideways, and peered underneath the table with an empty, wide-eyed smile. "I'm going to /kill/ you," she whispered cheerfully, when she spotted the dazed stuffed animal. "Get out of here!" Hissed.

The girl's eyes now watch the flat discs clatter and fall off the table, the cookie dough taking center stage as the rack halts in mid-air, her grasp loosening a bit in reaction. "Uh...okay..." she answers, her line of sight following Rangiku go under the table partway before refocusing on fixing everything up. Karin still feels silly about the whole game thing, but her attention is on something else at least.

Kon just stares a few moments. "Oh nee-san's eyes are so much bigger than I remember..." he whispers, trotting forward oblivious to threats. "Blue like the summer sky... Oh..." he swoons slightly and reaches out for her. "Hurry, embrace me in the gargantuan cleft of your glorious chest-- quick before Ichigo wakes me up!" he insists, tottering forward like a child still new to the whole 'walking' thing. "So... enormous..." he whispers "Will I echo in the comforting squeeze of your endowment, Nee-san~? Will you rescue me if I get lost? Oh... " he whispers. "They sway like the trees in the breeze... I want to swing with them..."

Smiiiiile. One foot came up lazily, and then promptly landed on Kon's head when he came close enough, smothering him face-down into the floor. She took the opportunity to collect the game pieces she'd scattered in one hand, before straightening in her seat again. She kept her foot firmly planted. "Ah, phew! I think I found them all," she bubbled happily, holding up the reclaimed pieces. "Who starts?"
Clearly, she still intended to have game time.

"You could, if you want to," Karin says, setting the rack in place between them. "Choose your color and we'll go from there. Connections can go vertically, horizontally, or diagonally. You just have to get it in before the other person does." Her bored expression continues to be prominent, but she's sort of glad she's talking to someone at the moment. And Kon is not paid attention to at all. How is this so?

Kon is pinned by Ichigo's foot-- what he assumes is Ichigo's foot. Oh, cruel fate, cruel Ichigo-- that asshole. He had perfect timing to ruin Kon's dreams. Some day he'd take that body while Ichigo slept and go to the red light district and take a sweet girl to a very dirty hotel and... well the rest is pretty obvious-- he'd stare at her chest for an hour and probably get called wierd. Oh, Ichigo, why don't you have boob magazines like they sell at the store on the shelf he can't reach?

Rangiku inspected the plastic construction of the rack on its two supports, with circular holes punched through everywhere, and finally selected a slot at random, letting a red piece plunk noisily to the bottom of the rack. She dug out a generous helping of cookie dough from the wrapper sitting off to the side, chewing idly.
"Karin-chan, want some cookie dough? It's good for you! --Oh, oh, you should go shopping with me some time, I'd love the company, Yumichika was supposed to go today with me but he and Ikkaku got suckered in to some game with..." she paused, trying to remember what they were called-- "It was basketball, I think."

A black piece slides down into place along the rack, rattling as it settles at the bottom row. Dark eyes take a long glance at the half-eaten cookie dough log while she thinks of how to respond. "Ah, no thanks! It's....it's too early for me to eat cookie dough." Pause. "Raw," she adds, hoping that Rangiku could take a hint. That's for baking! Baking although it is good without that part!
Buh - shopping? "Shopping isn't really my thing, Rangiku-san," she replies with a quirked brow. "And basketball is pretty popular. Makes sense if the guys went to play instead of shop." She's wondering about Yumichika and Ikkaku now.

Kon struggles, still, squirming and wondering why Ichigo hasn't gotten off of him. Did he fall off the damn bed or something? What is this shit? Kon flails and wiggles and shakes to the best of his ability but the nature of his plush form leads to very little sound being made as he kicks and swats at the floor and he can't even MOVE his mouth with that damn foot on the back of his damn head.

Could you kill a stuffed animal? Nah. She wasn't very worried about her squishy captive, her concern instead for Karin's replies. "Too early? It's never too early!" She conveniently ignored the hint about it being raw. In fact, she was on another spoonful.
"What? No shopping at a girl your age when you've got a roof over your head an' everything?" she squinted hard at the girl, looked her up and down a few times, then leaned back in her chair again and waved her spoon full of dough in the air vaguely. "I guess you ARE kind of scrawny, but you'll fill out when you're older." Scrawny like her brother. Another dismissive circle in the air from the spoon. "You're a... what's-it-called. Tomboy, then. I used to be a tomboy! That was a long, long time ago, though."

"Yeah, okay, fine," she sighs, waving a hand idly in the air. Still oblivious to Kon's presence under Rangiku's foot, the girl gives the blond a look. "So not into the shopping scene," she sort of repeats, chuckling a bit in that cynical way of hers. Fill out? That's going to be interesting later on in life. Karin doesn't take any offense to the use of Tomboy, however, brushing it off easily. Hold up. "Wait - you use to be one? That's kinda hard to believe."

Oh, this is infuriating, he can't get a damn... wait a minute-- he actually moved a bit there. Filled with hope Kon begins a more resolute attempt to free himself from the confines of Rangiku's (or Ichigo's as far as he thinks) foot. Using all his limbs to push at the floor, Kon looks like some sort of grazing animal until he finally slips free and slams the back of his head right into the floor, following through with a backward tumble. Free at last, free at last, thank the lord free at last. Kon had a dream, a dream where little black girls and little white girls and all girls grew up to have huge racks and play volleyball nude for his benefit. Enough of that, he runs out of the reach of that damn foot and climbs into a chair. Slowly he brings himself to stand in it and looks across the table. "... Nee-san~ Why did you step on me...?" he asks, and were it not for actually running around fighting shit with Karin he might worry about being seen like this.

"Yeah, I was a scrawny little thing..." Rangiku mused, fondly. She thought about it for a moment, plunking another red piece into the rack, this time on top of Karin's. "I grew up in what you'd probably call a 'bad side of town'... I got orphaned real early on, I guess you could say, and me 'n this boy teamed up and grew up together. I used to throw a mean ap--" Kon had been squirming this entire time, and she abruptly felt him pop out from under her foot with an annoyed look, spoon stuck in her mouth. She'd been talking around a lot of silverware today, it seemed.
And that was when the damn lion showed up across the table from her, and she leaned over, glaring. So much for THAT. Usually she didn't have to talk to the perverts that got on her nerves -- bloody noses? A good kick to the face could provide that just as easily, and usually after they were unconscious and slumped against the wall it solved the problem entirely. She stuck the spoon back in the cookie dough. "Think it's got anything to do with trying to climb in my shirt? Try it again and see what happens, you little twit.""

"Oh, nee-san, why do you deny your animal attraction to me?" Kon demands with a 'fist' slammed on the table. "I spend all day in this stupid house avoiding Yuzu and when I finally get to see someone with such a glorious endowment you just hurt me!" he whines. "Don't you know how cold and lonely it is without the sweet embrace of t..." he looks at Karin. "... Truly beautiful women?" he pleads. "Nee-san, take me into your arms!" he says, reaching desperately outward across the table.

Now this is something she shouldn't be paying attention to. A small grunt is emitted when Rangiku's piece landing atop hers, saying nothing more while listening to Rangiku's account of her early life. Life that should be held within quotes, more or less.
Of course, right when Karin is about to let another piece drop, the interruption in Rangiku's talk makes her look up from the plastic rack. "Hn?" Who is she talking to....?
She looks down.

Eyes widen. What.

Her brow twitched irritably at the toy's persistence, and she reached her right hand up to cover Karin's eyes before her left hand reached out and grabbed Kon by the face. "Don't you have any barbies to flirt with?" Shakeshakeshake.

Young Kurosaki, suddenly blinded. "Whu-hey! What gives?!" Little hands also go up to try removing Rangiku's hand, simultaneously wondering why Yuzu's doll is talking of all things. It has a voice chip?!

Kon snarls as best he can with a hand on his face. "Let me go--uggauggauggaugga" he warbles out as he is shaken. "Barbies aren't anatomically correct!" he yells into the palm as he wraps his arms and legs around Rangiku's wrist and forearm, trying to free his face. "You let me go or I'm gonna go get into a dead cat and chase you around!" he barks out, struggling hard to free himself.

"WHAT?!" Rangiku was up and over the table in a hot second, neatly vaulting the game she and Karin were in the midst of playing.
"You're pretty sassy for a TOY." Fwoomp. There went Kon, thrown into the floor. And then--STOMP STOMP STOMP, the lady shinigami jumped up and down on him angrily. "I'm going to beat the damn stuffing out of you! Karin, open the front door!"

Gwah! Karin blinks, perplexed and incredulous of what just happened as her sight is restored. Wow, that girl can jump pretty high...
"Open- what for?!?" However, while asking this, the dark-haired girl is already going toward the entrance, unlocking and pushing it wide. This is a major shift from the mood earlier, but it's really nothing new. The person and stuffed toy involved - now, that's something else. "Door's open!" she hollered back at Rangiku, brow furrowing.

Kon hits the floor with a bounce and cries out, whirling onto his back only to see himself get stomped on. "Oh~AGH Nee~AGH San~AGH, You bounce~AGH So luridly~AGH" and its almost worth the pain to watch her jump. "Why do we hurt~AGH the ones we love?~AGH DAMNIT STOP!" he cries, moving from the next stomp and fleeing right under the table for the stairs, climbing them awkwardly.

"Oh NO you don't!" Rangiku dived after him when he narrowly escaped, sliding on her knees partway before she snagged the damn toy by his tail in front of the stairs, getting ready to twist and hurl his fluffy little rear end out the front door.
And then the phone rang.
And rang again.
SIGH. She kept a hold of Kon's tail, dug the cellphone out of her cleavage with her free hand, and then flipped it open. "Yeeeees?" she answered, perkily. "Oh!~ Captain~ hello~ I--what? ....... yes, sir." The phone was closed and tucked away again, and she held the lion up by his tail. Glare.
"You are SO LUCKY."

What the heck-
Karin cranes her neck to see what all the fuss was about, hearing all the commotion and thumping about before everything died down to the faint ring of Rangiku's cellphone. "..." She lets go of the handle, letting the door swing back to its original closed state while walking back over to where the blond stands. There's a slight twinge felt near her temple - the possibility of another headache? Not now. "What happened?" Karin asks, settin her arms akimbo while quirking an eyebrow.

Kon looks back in horror as he is captured, hitting his face on the corner of a step. Damnit that hurt. "... Oh nee-san, let me be your cell phone~" he croons melodically, staring at her and listening to her speak. "I am? Does this mean I get to make a hammock in the valley of your chest, nee-san?" he inquires. Lucky to him and lucky to her are obviously different. "Will I be the luffa in your daily shower, nee-san?"

Kon promptly got locked in the hallway closet where the games had been stored.
Rangiku dusted her hands off cheerfully, and then picked Karin up. "Looks like Hitsuchan wants to seeee me~ immediately," she chirped, smiling brightly at the girl. And then a mou face, all sad. "I suppose we have to finish our games later, ne? That's okay, I'll come back!" Karin got set on the table next to the game they'd been in the middle of, and Rangiku reclaimed the tube of cookie dough. "Mind if I take this? Of course you don't!"

The girl yelps as she's picked up and set down like another doll, only catching a glimpse of the closet door shutting during that time. "Hitsuchan?" Must be some other friend of hers - important business and activities for after-school clubs, maybe.
Karin just tilts her head. "Y...yeah, no problem..." Pause. "...Ah...go ahead, knock yourself out with that..." Eh. That last part probably isn't heard with the way Rangiku is just going about things.

"Hey! Let me out of here, I can't reach the doorknob!" Kon barks under the door, reaching out, the tips of his 'claws' visible between the bottom of the door and the floor. "This isn't fair!"

"Stay there ooooone second, kiddo," she directed at Karin, before casually sliding back to the closet and opening it. Kon got snatched up again, and held up to eye level.
"Get back upstairs and act like a proper stuffed animal before I knock that soul out of you so fast your head spins, you little twit. Unless you want Ichigo to know you were walking around and talking in front of his sister...? Don't be so selfish, you're going to endanger her that way."

Too bad Rangiku doesn't know about Karin's spiritual sight stuff.
The kid frowns a bit, bending a knee to prop her foot on the chair in front of her. Hmm.

Kon is picked up "Oh nee-san, I knew you'd come back for your hero, Kon~" he says and then begins squirming at her stare. "What? Endanger /her/? Do you know what the hell I go through on a daily basis here? Between dealing with that jerk and hiding from Yuzu like I'm Solid Kon..." he growls "I don't even get a cool bandanna!" he growls "Do you know how hard it is to sneak around without a bandanna? You should be happy I haven't snapped someones neck and stuffed them in a locker, at this rate."

"...." SIGH. Rangiku dug around in her shirt a moment, then pulled out a.. garter.. belt.. It looked like it was supposed to match some naughty lingerie set, although why she was carrying it ON her like that was anyone's guess. Chances were it was part of the freshly bought set she was wearing -- garter belts just didn't go with school uniforms, you know? She stuffed it in Kon's mouth. Expectant look. It said, 'Will that make you shut up?' It wasn't a bandanna, but a headband would work, right?

Karin facefaults. Where'd she get- oh. The bags strewn all over the place explain it. Didn't she see them earlier? She can't help but take a peek at one of the nearer bags, scrunching her nose at its contents.

Kon begins to speak muffledly but then just doesn't look the gift horse in the mouth and goes limp. Oh how nice. He pulls it from his mouth and puts it on his head. "It will be my crown of silence for you, Nee-san." he swoons, reaching out as if to try and hug her. "Nee-san is most pleasant today, yes." and then he pauses "Shutting up."

"Good boy." He got hurled up the flight of stairs, hugless. Then she skipped back to Karin, pulled something else out of her shirt, and said, "Smile!"
Fwoosh. A puff of smoke from the small animated bird head that popped up out of what could have easily been a slim, compact, elongated camera -- and then she caught Karin one-armed when the girl slumped over, carrying her to the couch for her quick little induced naptime. Phew! ".... I'll come back and get my bags, okay?" She fluffed one of the couch pillows happily, arranging the girl somewhat comfortably before she was out the door quickly.
A few seconds passed.
She ran back in to grab the cookie dough she'd had to leave on the table again in the midst of dealing with Kon, humming cheerfully.
Out again!

[OOC] 3/29/08

2008-03-30T01:39:50Z

Mid-conversation about Places and food:
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You say, "That shouldn't be as bad as balut."
Orihime looks ill.
Seimei says, "May-August is Oyster season."
Seimei says, "NO BALUTS."
Chad has eaten haggis though, so can't be said won't try nasty sounding stuff.
Karin XD
Karin baluuuut
Seimei has seen haggis pizza.
Orihime says, "What is balut."
You say, "Duck"
You say, "Baby ducks."
Mayuri says, "Balhaut?"
Chad says, "No this was straight haggis right over in Scotland itself."
Orihime D8 D8 D8
Chad says, "Not the whole meal thankfully."
You say, "Stuck in the egg and sucked out."
Karin doesn't eat it.
Seimei says, "Baluts are half-developed duck fetuses, steamed and salted."
Orihime says, "That's so horrible."

Antoku comes through the gates from Seireitei.
Antoku has arrived.

You say, "It's Filipino delicacy!"
Orihime will never eat there.
Orihime ever.
Karin XD
Seimei says, "Vietnamese, too."
Seimei loves Vietnamese food.
Chad says, "And when you're done eating them you do the Fat Bastard voice and say, "I ate a babay!""
Karin XD
Seimei says, "Lots of them here in Texas."
Orihime says, "NEVER!"
Antoku thought they were talking about him for a second.
You say, "Filipino delicacy?"
Antoku says, "It's a mistake that's been made before."
Karin dies

[OOC] 3/28/08

2008-03-29T07:09:16Z

Chad juggles Karin.
Karin whoa!
Chad adds a few chainsaws into the mix.
Karin o_O
Mayuri juggles his own arms.
Chad walks under a ceiling fan too for good measure.
Mayuri dares you to comprehend.
Karin is getting mixed up with chain saws and arms. What.
You say, "Ceiling fan!?"
Mayuri rides a unicycle
Mayuri breathes fire.
Karin sputters
Chad flexes.
Mayuri calliope
Chad border-crosses.
Karin ahhhhhh
Chad catches Karin in a sombrero.
Karin oof.
Mayuri wonders if Karin watches Metalocalypse :/a
Karin doesn't know what that is. D:
Chad drops the sombrero. "Heathen."
Nozomi politely claps for Chad's performance.
Karin blagh

OOC: Character Info

2008-03-13T08:15:05Z

Always a good place to start.

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Name: Karin Kurosaki

Age: 12

Location: Karakura

Rank: NA/Kaukuu Red

Background:

Technically the middle child in a single-parent household, it's a wonder how Karin Kurosaki can be related to any of her family members. Aside from her fraternal twin, Yuzu, the girl seems to be the most sensible and logically grounded of the crazy group. Although pretty mature for her age, she still has a tendency to act like her brother, Ichigo. This comparison shows that Karin is 'the tomboy' in order to balance out her sister's 'girliness.' Her interests reflect the trait by revolving around sports such as soccer than household chores, the former taking much more practice, talent and skill. As useless around the house as she may be, she has shown some promise when it comes to running the clinic with her father, Isshin, and Yuzu. Aside from her usual presence at home, she attends her classes like any other ordinary student, participating in a daily routine of activities, socializing with friends and classmates. Said friends are also a part of her small soccer team, instantly making her the captain of the bunch.

So far, Karin seems like a normal child. One thing she fails to mention is that she can see spirits. Indeed, she does see ghosts and other supernatural beings, but merely brushes them off to keep up her indifferent appearance. Karin shares this openly with Ichigo because she already knew he saw them just as well as she does, but continues to deny it around Yuzu and keeps it vague with her father. However, the girl has been subject to such specific events involving her brother's new-found duty, sensing and seeing Hollows whenever they decided to invade Karakura for souls. The Don Kanonji hospital incident, for example, made Karin wonder if she was seeing things or not. She saw the hollow, and she saw someone who looked similar to Ichigo. Soon after that, she keeps catching glimpses of the same person. Each confirmed her suspicions, finally leading to a confrontation with Ichigo.

Karin does her best to keep her family from worrying about her own personal issues. She doesn't show it much, but she cares about each member, either trying to encourage and make Yuzu tougher or quietly worrying about Ichigo's dealings as a Shinigami. Things have continued to go along as they did every other day afterwards, Karin still wondering about Ichigo while reassuring Yuzu he would be back at any given time.

Personality:

Just because 'Karin' sounds like the name of a Japanese Quince doesn't mean she's sweet. For the most part, Karin acts like her older brother, Ichigo. She carries the same no-nonsense attitude and plays down the level of brashness. Sometimes she just goes along with her brother's philosophies - if one can call it that - acting out at will. This logical train of thought usually leans more toward her father than her siblings, her final conclusions with him on the brink of causing, or, more likely inevitable, physical violence. The girl is not afraid to state her opinions on matters, strange or not, and always seems to get her way either by force or by whatever suggestion is made just to suit her liking. In fact, Karin will feel flattered whenever someone decides to give her such high rankings, Don Kanonji being one to position her as the Kaukuu Red Ranger. She is very cynical for her age, her state of mind expressing a mix of boredom with her tough, decisive facade. This will continue to stand for the most part.

It's not like she means to be that way. Karin keeps her feelings guarded - a trait she decided to take on after her mother died. To keep others (family and friends alike) from worrying about her, Karin manages to hide these feelings well. However, she does have her limits, and is able to act like a normal twelve-year-old under stressful conditions, especially when there are hollows nearing the area.

Powers:

Seeing Spirits: Like Ichigo, Karin can easily spot a spirit in any normal plane. Being herself, she writes them off as imaginary, managing to ignore the supernatural surrounding her. If there are any kinds of spiritual beings or hollows within her radius, it will cause her to become ill, headaches and nausea the leading pains that overcome her. Within short distances - about five to seven feet, more or less - she'll see them clearly without being overwhelmed. Her power over this can help those still ignorant of the Hollows' existence naturally, but if it includes a special title and maybe even money, Karin is willing to use (or abuse) her talents.

Soccer: Like many kids, Karin loves to play soccer. She has become an expert in the game, knowing how to direct and guide the ball into her opponent's goal. Being athletic also helps her to keep up with people, human or spiritual. It also helps to aid her whenever there is trouble concerning hollows. A swift kick is enough to throw them off, but Karin still has limits with her skills.