Hey people, another update of my current story. I've been told that people would like my chapters to be longer than they are currently are and I apologise for that, but I am on character introductions and the chapters will gain some length once I have brought all the characters into the story, and my apologies again. So, without further ado, we will begin...
Sorry, one last thing to say quickly, the story has been a bit serious and morose but once all the characters there will be some humour, banter, and the bickering we all know and love. This time (hopefully) we begin...
BOOM! Ah, the satisfying sound of gunpowder igniting and sending the unfortunates who are close enough in multiple directions at once
"heh heh, as much as this is productive, what am I gonna do with the bits of bod-" a moment of silence ensued before "... Oh SHIT!" and then BOOOM!
Name: Rukia Kuchiki
Age: 27
Weapon Expertise: Pyro and explosives
Rukia sat there breathing heavily while small pieces of rubble rained down around her and the said out loud
"phew, that was close." her fast reactions had saved her this time, but that was to close for comfort either way.
She then headed and stared at her current mode of transport, a little purple Voltzwagon Beatle, because it was the only car that she could see out of without several cushions underneath her. And one half an hour drive through the rundown city later she was back at the munitions factory where she lived. She headed straight for the big fluffy armchair in the middle of the room and flopped down into it gratefully and reflected on her day, which as filled with scavenging, hunting the mutant deer which populated some of the city. She grimaced remembering those surprisingly tasty monstrosities, which were around the size of a fully grown elephant, incredibly fast for their size and the razor sharp antler/horn things. But by far the most disturbing part is that, at some point their eyes multiplied and started glowing red in the dark. Then, something occurred to the petite raven headed woman. The deers eyes don't glow red in the day, and are also rather passive unless attacked from about 7am to 8pm. Light must have a very strong influence on them, go figure. Why, though, could wait until the morning, as Rukia had already curled up into a ball and fallen asleep in the armchair.
And there ya have it folks! Wee (translates and awesome, Scotland FTW!) Rukia, curled up in an armchair, remember you heard it first from V. Three guesses who she is paired with :) any reviews are greatly appreciated, whiter great, bad or flaming like da big ol' sun, and farewell from Bonny Scotland.