Oh joy, an update.
Moar plot progression people.
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Ulquiorra
Dear Bill,
I think the fast healing rate kicked in. I'm feeling better. Well, I did another check and my wrist isn't fractured anymore. Psh, just a hairline fracture anyways. And Damian still bandaged up my side 'cos he thought my broken ribs weren't healed yet. He never found the fracture.
We went to the mall. Since my clothes were pretty bad (except the belt. Damn, that thing is solid steel. I didn't notice before D:) I borrowed some of his. He has a lot of screamo band T-shirts. I think I'm liking him better and better…
Anyways, the shirt I wore was an Underoath shirt, he said. And my jeans were pretty dead, so I borrowed some of his, too. This is reeeeally fucking awkward.
So we bought some new clothes at the mall. Places like Hot Topic for the mainstream and vintage stores for everything else. I love the vintage stores, they are awesome :D
Again, the reeeeally tight shirt and jeans were all there. I tried on some, and they sell some that are insanely tight jeans. I mean, I tried a pair on, and they were uncomfortable in… you know. Well, since all the jeans were tight, Damian said I had to get used to it. I got a few sweaters called hoodies, too. They are fucking awesome. And accessories, like scarves 'cos I like them, things called wristbands, gloves (they're really weird, fingerless, you know? Totally not like Szayel's), uh, more belts, makeup, plugs (I hadn't realized my ears were pierced, but they were! And they were gauge earrings. Weird…).
Oh shit! I forgot, we got shoes, too. Actually, I just got a pair, and we're walking around breaking them in. Damian says that they'll feel better when they get a little more worn. I hope so, this feels like crap right now. Well, he's watching me write this, and we're listening to his iPod. People are watching us weird and I threw a few rocks at little kids. Ha, bitches had it coming :D
Well, aside from all the clothes, which we dropped off back at his apartment (WTF, don't these people have PARENTS? Guess not, I don't…), he gave me one of his old skateboards, and we're going to skate around. Not the skating rink, ew. That's for dipwads like skaters. No, he said we're going to go meet the rest of the band now…
Anyways, auf wiedersehen, Bill.
P.S. Damian didn't know I was German, he just asked what that means. Haha, funny.
Grimmjow
Dear Diary,
Wow, the pressure's seriously getting to me T.T
I can't cry in public or they'll laugh at me, so I had to wait until I went to sleep and then had a good cry. Well, maybe it counts for only once a day, but I wanted to cry, like, twenty times during… does that count? I dunno.
Sigh…
They said that the whole gang was scheduled for a fight with some emos the next morning. He explained the whole situation to me, and it sounded really scary )':
Apparently, the emos decided to pick a fight back on the basketball courts, so they ganged up on one of them and beat him until he cried.
Well, I'd imagine that wasn't very long, I would have cried if they flicked me or something…
Anyways, he left and the emos got 'butthurt' (I don't get that word there), so they called and said that they would have a 'fair fight', one on one with a gang member. Those weird people…
So, they tried to teach me how to fight, and I realized!!
This gigai is pretty good for fighting :D
I mean, I already knew how to fight, and since I'm not a skinny-ass emo/punk, then I can still do some uber things. Apparently, I can't cero ):
So then they said they didn't really need to teach me, and just told me not to kill any of them or they would get in trouble. But how can I prove my manhood if I can't even kill them? That's the complete point of fighting; to kill something.
Oh well, maybe Aizen's just confused when he tells us that. Either that, or I don't ghettit again. Ugh.
I woke up this morning, and it was reeeeally early, like… it was still dark. ):
So I look out the window and I see these two people skating by, and OH MY GOD! Here's the scary part. I think one of them was that kid in the green shirt, only he wasn't wearing a green shirt anymore. He had a sweater on. I guess he wasn't dead after all. That's a nice thought, but he looked pretty good considering… how he was yesterday.
Well anyways, I watched them skate down the street. They were both carrying something really big and bulky. Why didn't they fall? I would have fallen. I can't even ride those skateboards… T.T
Well, it's still early. I think I'll try to catch some more sleep, but I'm going to have to get used to this. Hollows don't sleep much.
Huh, never mind, I think I'll follow that boy and see what they're up to…
-Grimmjow
Ulquiorra
Dear Bill,
The band members are AWESOME.
Thank god I'm a Hollow and can learn shit like crap quick. I can play the bass okay now, it's really… convenient almost.
The band is called Shotgun Continuum. Sweet name, and they play screamo :D Ha, this is soso fucking badass. I feel like hitting something with my guitar, but that would ruin it. Ugh.
But get this: I'm not in the same room as the rest of the band right now. I'm outside. Why?
Because some dipwad by the name of GRIMMJOW came knocking. He didn't know it was me, but I went outside to talk to him and he was so Grimmjow. Ugh, talk about being fuckwit-ish.
Well, I told him it was me later through the chat and he kinda got upset. Ranting and spewing shit about how I betrayed his trust by not telling him and about how he saw me and thought I was dead and… yeah. Disrespect, hurt, all the good shit. I wasn't listening.
So he briefed me on how he was doing, like I could care less B(
And I didn't tell him how I was doing. I am fine, thank you very much.
But while he was telling me about his friends, I started bad mouthing them, and he got all pissy and said that his group was way better than mine. Dream on, bitch. And after than, he called my friends pussies and wankers and all that shit.
Bitch is gonna be dead when we get back home.
Anyways, we set up a BET. Ha, he bet me, the moron.
He bet me about the fighting thing. He said that he could beat more emo kids than I could beat ghetto buttfucks in a week. So I had to humor him and bet against him.
Ha, he nearly cried when I did. He knows he's gonna lose.
Well, I think I'll go back inside and practice. Lmfao… the loser thinks he can win. Haha. So funny. I even beat him at strip poker, he can't win at this.
Whoa! It's really early… four in the morning.
I think I should be saying guten morgan, Bill!
Grimmjow
Dear Diary,
Noooo!!
I bet Ulquiorra! Crap, crap, crap!!
I'm so going to lose.
Turns out HE was the dead kid. Figures, he can't really die, already did once and that's enough. But I talked to him and it didn't sound like he thought about me ONCE while we were here. How could he? I was worrying about him… well, not really.
But I bet him that I could beat more emo kids than he could beat gangsters! T.T Yeah I know, I am so going to lose.
The rest of the gang isn't awake yet, so they don't know why I'm going to go batshit crazy on them tomorrow…
Sorry for the short entry, but I really need to get some sleep after that. I cried for a whole hour, and it's five right now. Well, I think I'll just… go to late bed. Wish me luck for tomorrow D':
-Grimmjow.