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[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

What...

What the hell is this?

What the hell is this?! Where's my mask--?!

[a long time ago, Grimmjow looked like this.

now he's hunched against one of the walls in his townhouse, his hand pressed to his face - a human face, why does he have a human face?!- his eyes flicking around the room wildly. the bedroom is in worse shambles than it was previously, but it was probably his thrashing about that activated the C.A.T. that's been thrown to the floor and tucked in one corner.]

Who did this? Come out! Come out so I can kill you!

[there is a note...somewhere.

and his usual jacket is gone.

but he won't be noticing this any time soon]

Comments

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

Then you'd better try hard to stay that way.

Shinigami'll be waiting for you when you die.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

You know, that's exactly what I wanted for my birthday. [the sarcasm, it is oozing.] ... But yeah, I think I'm sticking with the "alive and well" option.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[he likes a girl with at least some balls] Good luck.

[something a little more serious flickers in his expression, though] Whatever brought us here has to be tough.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

And shrewd. If you saw the gift basket, it's like they knew we were coming.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

Gift basket.