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Teeeeeeeesla~?

I think I'm a lil... hungry.

A-ha~! I have to admit, I am amused by dear Grimmjow tryin' t'take the reigns.

Not that I'm gonna bother with 'em~ too much responsibility.

Guess that means y'all are free t'follow whoever ya like. But it'd be nice if y'all paid dear Gin a visit or two every now and then, no? I've enjoyed watchin' y'all grow up immensely. ♥

'Course, if ya wanna do me th'honor of lettin' me dine with the crew, so t'speak, I'd love that too.

Now all we need is fer someone t'conjure up a large tank of cherry syrup and we'd all have cherry slushies.

Cherry so that the blood blends in, of course.

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Ohhh, but this is fuuun...

Not sure why people kept tellin' me t'pull my pants up, 'cause I haven't taken 'em off today. Believe me, I would if I could; blue ain't really my color. And I ain't so fond of the strawberry-colored dreds either.

But really now. This jetpack is well worth it.

[gurgling noises and slashing]

Huh. Their eyes keep blinkin' even after I slash 'em off. But they ain't regeneratin' like I thought they would. Shame.


[ooc; And today, Gin is Lenny Loosejocks! Play the game here; it's tons of fun!]

Ah~hh~!

I 'magine some people'll be after m'head now.


[ooc; Yeah, he killed Ran's baby.]

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[singing under his breath, whoosing sounds in the background as he swings Shinsou around]

An'ta gata doko sa?
Higo sa.
Higo doko sa?
Kumamoto sa.
Kumamoto doko sa?
Semba sa.
Semba-yama niwa
Tanuki ga otte sa,
Sore o ryoshi ga
Teppo de utte sa,
Nite sa, yaite sa,
Kutte sa.
Sore o kino ha de
Choito kakusu.

[pauses, then continues humming and murmuring]

Dirty, dirty. So dirty. Can't wash ya clean no more, can I?

Gonna ask someone else t'wipe it clean~ wipe it down~ blank, blank slate~

[stops, clearing his throat before he calls out]

So, I know that some of ya out there specialize in memory control... care t'help a guy out? Willin' t'pay with lives 'n blood, if that's what it takes~


[ooc; The Japanese poem is a ball bouncing rhyme, one sung by children to pass the time. And after yesterday (Father's Day), after thinking about what could have been, Gin's a liiittle crazed in the head right now.]

Aah~ th'Underground is a great place indeed. ♥

Don't know where those odd clothes o' mine went though~


[ooc; Gin is walking around in his birthday suit, as his sparse arabian clothes seem to have been knicked~ but he's now covered in blood and lipstick~ surprisingly unfazed.]

Been a lil antsy lately~ some company'd be nice.

Or maybe Shinsou's just actin' up. Sometimes it's hard t'tell the difference.

Either way... need a lil somethin' t'do. Might go underground'n see if there's anythin' int'resting down there.


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Ah, how time changes people. She's diff'rent now, that's for sure, and it's gettin' t'the point where I'm wond'ring if it's even worth it anymore.

She ain't the same little dear who used t'follow me 'round like a kitten. For most people, I like watchin' 'em grow backbones, but I never intended for her t'be one of 'em.

Anyway. If there's one thing I seem t'have right now, it's time.

I disappear fer a few days, and alluva sudden everyone's talkin' 'bout some... prom-thing or other.

Anythin' in particular I hafta know? Or is it just some big party? Am I even invited?


[ooc; Unaffected. Sorry for my absence these past couple of days... finals, y'know. Have another one on Thursday so I might be semi-scarce next week too. As for Gin, he was killing monsters (and maybe a few innocents) to drown out the ticking. And his frustrations.]

Well, well… didn’ think I’d ever be here ‘gain, but I suppose I should’ve known that I couldn’ stay away fer long. No one ever ‘scapes the City for long.

Been talkin’ to the occasional passerby, and I’ve heard some that some rather int’resting things have transpired. I suppose I’m saddened, but not surprised.

‘Least y’all could’ve done was try and send me an invite, y’know?