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[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[a soft buzzing sound, a click--

and then a very clear picture of a shirtless man(?) holding a CAT, trying out a few of the buttons with slow taps of his thumb. the bedroom - clearly of townhouse origin - is in partial disarray, sheets half-off the bed and the nearby vidscreen primarily in shattered pieces on the floor.

a minute or so passes before he dumps the CAT on the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress himself a second later]

Tch. What's it even good for?

[he stews in silence, turning his glare from the wall to the floor to the ceiling in slow succession.

then he looks to his left, his right hand rising to where his left shoulder simply ends. his palm skims over the bandage-wrapped wound while he mutters to himself] Somebody did good work.

But who the hell would know how?

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[fortune_sought]

[frowns, not understanding his question] The same does happen on all sides of town, yes.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[looks like he gets to find out on his own.

he heads off in the direction she indicated, sparing his surroundings only the occasional glance - nothing like the human world he's used to, all of it so foreign it's almost nonsensical] ...what else do you know?

[fortune_sought]

[well, that was rude. crosses her arms over her chest, making a face at him. but he is new here, so it would be unkind of her not to tell him at least a little of what has happened]

Essentially, we're trapped in this town. None of us know how we got here, and the people in town are quite insistent that there is nothing odd about it, although strange things happen quite frequently. At the moment, there is a murderer loose who has already killed two people.

[she would tell him to be careful, but she has a feeling he wouldn't listen, and he's rude enough that she doesn't mind letting him learn his own lessons]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[Grimmjow might as well have "RUDE" tattooed on his forehead.

Sophie doesn't even get a 'thank you'.] Lemme guess. None of you have tried beating the truth out of them.

[fortune_sought]

When they've trapped us here and have a great deal of control over what happens to us? No, I don't believe anyone has.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

Ever think that maybe if you had you wouldn't still be here? [disgusted snort] If someone's got you, you take 'em out. If they're too strong, you find a way to kill 'em anyway.

[fortune_sought]

And how would you get home, once they were gone?

[1/2]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

I'll just--...





[scowling, he stops walking and holds up his hand, watching an area above his head expectantly]

[2/2]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[a few birds chirp, a warm breeze blows.

other than that, nothing happens] ...son of a bitch!

[fortune_sought]

[is squinting through her CAT, trying to work out what's wrong] Is something there with you?

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[no. a special type of portal between worlds should have been there, but apparently there's more going on with this shitty town than he first realized.

there's a low, furious growl, a swift kick--and a postbox crumples, bent utterly out of shape.

then Grimmjow's gone in a blur of white and blue - looks like he's using some type of skill to move at high speed, blowing past people and objects toward the edge of town.

brb going to prove you wrong, woman]

[fortune_sought]

[her jaw drops, and she glares after him] Well, I never!

[she's not liking you very much. sorry, Grimmjow]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[well, most sane and nice people don't like him very much, so you're not alone.

however, she can watch as The Blur himself rockets toward where the street starts to curve beyond the town--

--and then heading right back in from the other side. there's a stop, an honestly startled look, and then he's going up into the sky, trying it again from an airborne position.

with much the same results]

[fortune_sought]

[watches him, amused now]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[looks like he's only got enough strength for one trip. once he's right back where he's started, he has to lean up against a lamp post, breathing hard, a shiny sheen of sweat clear on his skin]

Shit...shit...!

[fortune_sought]

I did warn you, you know.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[the nastiest of glares, though he's a little too busy catching his breath to say something equally nasty]

[fortune_sought]

[just looks back at him, arms folded over her chest and, just maybe, smirking faintly]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[curves violently when he's able, but other than that a swift retreat comes over his expression - he must be thinking, turning all of this over in his head at a rapidfire pace.

after a good long while has passed:] Who makes the decision? About--[his mouth twists with distaste, and he stops himself from saying "us"]--all of you?

[fortune_sought]

[she's still smirking] Who brought us here? That I don't know, but the mayor appears to be running the town, though we never see him in person. Otherwise, there is a group of residents who seem to make most of the decisions.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[resists the urge to snap at her, though with some difficulty] Names?

[fortune_sought]

Mayor Caligin. A young girl named Verita has been giving us the news. A woman by the name of Osculia works in the mayor's office; people have seen her. The clinic is run by a Doctor Resarci, who seems far less helpful than he claims to be. Oh, and Audrey the bartender was involved with the opening of the botanical gardens, though I'm not certain she runs anything in town besides the bar...

The sheriff is new, Sheriff Iussus, and he's been investigating the murders. [frowns distastefully]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[it may not look like it, but he's paying attention. he won't need to ask about them a second time.

she still doesn't get a thank you, though.] What about these murders? Why should we give a fuck?

Humans murder each other all the time.

[fortune_sought]

[gapes at him] Aside from the fact that it's quite monstrous. [glares] We are currently trapped in a town without that murderer, and we don't even know who it is!

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[his scowl finally shifts into something else, though it's not much more pleasant] You scared?