Hello, hello :D
Sorry I haven't updated; school started so I'll probably only put stuff up on the weekends. If something does appear on weekdays, do your little collective gasp thing and read it or something
And before I say anything else, I'd like to thank my reviewers. You guys are all really supportive, and I appreciate that you take time to write a review.
Heads up: this story will end the day after the bet ends. you can count on maybe five more weeks of hanging around.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any other copyrighted thing mentioned below, including bands and games.
Ulquiorra
Dear Bill: Day three,
I suppose I should start counting the days until this crappy affair is over… :S
Only the third day, I believe. Well, all the more time for me to ass rape Grimmjow at this bet.
He sucks major shit. I beat up more people today. That makes a total of nine.
On another note, we had a gig somewhere today. I don't know if I played all the right notes, the bar was too loud. It's not like the paid much attention to us, anyways, but I got the sense that some didn't like us.
So we were playing, playing, playing… etc. Doing our shit. We already did a cover of some Flood of Red and Silverstein, and then we were halfway through an Underoath number when a bottle hit me.
Don't think it was one of those lame bottling pansies thinking they are such hardcore metal douches. It was a fucking glass bottle, and it hit me in the side of the head as I turned to check with the lead. I dunno what happened. My legs mysteriously stopped supporting my weight and I fell halfway to the ground before it all went.
That was lame. Lame. Ass.
Goddammit. God motherfucking dammit. Wow, that's another added to the one I will kill. Ugh.
No visible bruises, thank god, and I was only out for twenty minutes. It was funny, the band saw it and just sat down and waited for me to wake up. Actually, they splashed me with water until I woke up. Nvm, it wasn't water, it was alcohol.
Oh well. I can safely say my first gig went like a drunk squirrel in a shithole mosh pit. It sucked.
So when we got home, Damian totally crashed. That guy may seem totally wired during the day, but when he sleeps, I swear. Nothing will wake him up. He's like a… porcupine on morphine or something.
Not much to say today… I think I'm getting addicted to Guitar Hero and Resident Evil. Not to mention Assassin's Creed. Damian and I spend our lives in his apartment playing video games, it's great.
By the way, I never described the guy, did I? I think he's… seventeen? And it's summer break right now, so he doesn't have school. That will end soon, it's August. (Seriously, where are his parents? Other kids have parents?) This guy's maybe-kinda tall. I wouldn't know. He's five ten, so… it's up to you. He's skinny as fuck, too, and has that kind of face. I don't know how to describe it really. It's like… kind of long, maybe oval shaped? Or a rectangle, why the fuck do I care? Uh, no offense, but his hair is really ratty when he doesn't put it up. It's pretty and spiky when he hairsprays it to death, but if he doesn't it just hangs there. Ratty. He dyes it every two weeks, he said. Meaning he changes the color every two weeks. What an idiot, it's going to ruin his hair. What's the current color?
Hot pink.
I kid you not, he has it in pink. Black with pink over that on the top layer or something… uh. He's also got that German nose. You know, the one that it kid of pointed and only kind of turned up at the end? You get that, right?
And his eyes are… I don't actually know. I haven't looked very closely but I'm ruling out blue. But he wears a good deal of smudged eyeliner, kinda like that guy from Green Day. And his eyebrows aren't that pronounced either, but they're there.
Watch him bleach his hair next.
There's also this show called Death Note. It's a Japanese cartoon, lol. And that character, L... I swear, he stole my face. Only he's not as badass; all he does is sit around at his computer all day, talking. But still, he was cute :D
I was so sad when he died ; . ;
Ugh, why do I always die? I mean, I'm not him, but come one. I look like him. They hate me, I know it.
Grimmjow
Dear Diary,
School is supposed to start in two days. I wonder if Ulquiorra knows that.
I'm actually pretty hyped to go to school. Maybe I can make some new friends, yay :D
Actually, will I even be going to school? I don't really know how old I am. I hope I'm not too young, or it'll be stupid.
Oh well. I guess I'll have to sign up for classes. And if I go, Ulquiorra will be there, too. I'd better take higher classes than he does, but I was never that good at tests and stuff… ):
Ugh, he'll win at that, too.
On another note, I went out and tried to beat up some emos today. I couldn't find any, they were all hiding or something D:
I even tried to coffee shop and the mall. No emos.
So later, we went out to get some school supplies or something. Because I don't have any. And I got new everything, only I'm not really sure how to use it all. It'll work out eventually.
But when I was waiting for them to get all their stuff, all I got to do was keep buying Coke and Mentos. I blew them up, it was fun. You know, shooting jets of soft drink at ugly dogs weird plants and stuff. And spiders, I hate spiders ; . ;
Anyways… we went to watch a movie after that, and we watched a really scary one with naked people and dark rooms and funny noises DX
It was really scary, I was really freaked out, so I had to keep my eyes closed the whole time. But then I opened them at one point and there was a girl without any clothes standing there. I think I screamed, I'm not sure.
I don't get what they were doing, too. It was a bad movie.
Oh, no! Wait! Then I found a few emos in the arcade and threw the gun controller at him. Does that count as a beat up?
Ha, I'm counting it. that means I've beat up… four. Uh…
Darn, Ulquiorra is winning.
I don't wanna be a gangster anymore D':
But seriously, I was reeeeeeaaally mad about the movie, so I went and got a whole load of waffles afterwards and had a waffle binge.
And then I worked it off (hopefully) at the gym.
But then Ulquiorra appeared behind me at one point with both earbuds in his ears and volume on high (I could hear what he was listening to) and kicked me off the bench press. Then he just picked up the weight I had been bench pressing (not a word?) and took it outside. It looked like nothing in his hand. Mind I tell you that it weighed one hundred and ninety-five pounds?
I doubt he did anything good with it, though. Because when he went outside, there was this silence, and then someone started screaming and he started shouting (really mad. I cried again ; . ;) and then there was all this banging and smashing and glass breaking and… ugh. And then Ulquiorra came walking back in with the weight and the pole all dented and put it back.
He had blood on his face.
Now I'm really scared of him. I really, really have to win this bet…
A:N
Sorry to all Grimmjow fans... his entry was really short. But seriously, I have no idea how to write his character after a while, I don't come in contact with the ghetto peeps at school very often.
So you may notice Ulquiorra's entries are somewhat wittier and longer. Just please don't brick me D':