Rukia Kurosaki

'murican xP Nah, I don't have a preference, though I've come to hate my country's slang. Bubble Wrap or a Slinky?

I'm at over 4500 words on a chapter (not including the long author's notes) and can't figure out how to wrap it up TT_TT I feel like I've been writing it forever. ... Finished at over 5000. _ _

"Basch!" Erru yelled, throwing Levar to the ground and shooting him in the neck. She ran to her fallen comrade. pulling a pair of semi-automatics from her coat to blast the gangsters who'd shot down her friend. She fired blindly into the enemies, managing to cap one in the head and two more in the thighs. The redhead dragged the unconscious Basch out of the line of fire and knelt beside her comrade, feeling at his bulletproof vest. Even with the shots deflected, he'd been hit on both legs and an arm and grazed on the temple. "Shit," she hissed, tearing off the shirt over her own kevlar vest to tie off a heavily bleeding bullet-wound on the man's left leg. "C'mon man, stay with me 'ere..." He looked relatively stable after a minute, and Erru dropped her head with a relieved sigh. "You're gonna be fine, Basch." he was loaded into a bulletproofed squad car along with injured hostages and other wounded agents, and the car pulled out, leaving the lot with just the able fighters left. "Alright, which of you bastards wanna die first?" Bourbon appeared from the newest arriving car, pulling a pistol. "Are you early, or was I late?" he asked. "It doesn't matter, bet I can get more of 'em than you." "You're on." The two joined Hidemi and Gin in the firefight against the remaining gangsters from all sides.

Coca Cola~ Trees or jungle gyms?

Why yes I would be xP Sempai is... *thinking hard on this one* . . . A Champagne Ferret <3 ( the one on the left x) )

Only by having weakness can we become stronger; and when we surpass our inhibitions and become our true, strongest selves, there is a power greater than any army on Earth.

Tsuki-magi is a coyote~ ^^

Lately, Dwarf Hamsters~ <3

I'll tell you the truth one day, when we can both handle it. Until then, bear with me and try not to argue that my ideals are a phase... I don't want to lose what I have, and I know that's selfish of me, but if you cried or thought yourself responsible, I would never forgive myself. Please wait until I'm strong enough to say it to you. - Your daughter.

*I greet the person above me*

Yeah. Well, I'm OBVIOUSLY not Alice. I am in fact the Mad Hatter~ Could you be the Alice we seek?

*plays Spyro the Dragon* ** *throws The Doctor. (10th incarnation)

*hit with the book/play* "I die, Horatio!" *throws a bottle or orange soda*

DCW's Favorite Sempai~

Artichokes~ Especially in dip. Composition books or Spiral notebooks~?

I know that feel... Six years between my sister and I and some people still think I'm a student when I visit her middle school. Something's wrong with my pinky. Cracking it repeatedly stops the weird feeling/pain and I just realized I can move the joint diagonally on my fingers. o.o

Nope, hamsters are awesome xP It's 1. I prefer Monk~ I'll go with 1 on this. 1- I prefer Mary Higgins Clark to Nora Roberts/J.D. Robb. (mystery novels) 2- Every time a make a pun, I physically cringe. 3- Red Curry is my favorite.

http://youtu.be/K5G1FmU-ldg This could not be avoided. o__o

There she was, once again sitting across from me with an arm outstretched. The fresh bruise on her forearm was obvious, as was a scrape along her right cheek, and again I decided to lecture her on the perils of being careless. It was odd, that feeling of happiness when her familiar form appeared, always grinning despite her injuries. I knew that if she truly followed my advice, she would have no reason to return, but almost weekly we repeated the process; she would arrive as early as the first bell, brandishing some minor wound she'd earned in a careless blunder. After I reprimanded her yet again, we'd talk for a bit as I examined and remedied her simple maladies. It bothers me that I look forward to these exchanges, as it means I still haven't gotten through to her, but without fail she arrives with a confident spark in her swamp green eyes and wearing a broad smirk that shows off her extended canine. Completing my treatment and scolding, I gave her a sigh. "Masumi-kun, soon I'll have to start charging you a regular rate." With a grimace that told me she believed the joke, my regular patient argued, "Can't you charge the owner of the cat? I got him off the roof fair and square, and she didn't even say thanks! I've got her address!" This earned a longer sigh, and I shook my head, giving Masumi-kun a pat on the head. "I was joking. And if you have to retrieve a cat from a roof, try not to fall on your face and tumble off said roof again." I shooed the surprised student out of my office as she asked how I'd known what had happened. To be honest, I'd done the same myself once or twice in the past, but today... On the drive to Teitan High, I happened to see a brown-haired girl rolling down the side of a roof with a cat in her arms. From the short, wavy hair and blue uniform, I'd guessed it was Masumi-kun up to her usual stunts. "A doctor's intuition," I called, watching her shake her head and walk off. As she vanished around a corner, I wondered why she never chose to call home during a visit. At times I'd recommended she be picked up by a relative, but she always turned down the idea and returned to class. I made a note to ask next time she was in the office, annoyed at myself for guessing that it would be within the next few days. Perhaps it was none of my business anyway, what that patient's life was like... "Araide-sensei, is something the matter?" I broke from the thoughtful reverie, looking back at the student standing behind me. It was Raite Chida, one of the teachers' aides whom I'd worked with in the past. "Er, no, sorry. Did you need treatment?" I asked, putting on a friendly smile. He shook his head and held out a packet of documents secured with a paperclip. "It's the new log-in and release form from the office. They want you to record symptoms, injuries, and treatments for student's records. Those who repeat similar illnesses or wounds have to be screened and given home visits now... I don't think you'll have too much trouble with it, sensei." With a nod I thanked him for the information and carried the forms into my office, dropping them on the cluttered desk that I hadn't cleared in around a month. I'd read over the new guidelines later... Who knew, maybe I could get more information on Masumi Sera this way. I wasn't really sure why she piqued my curiosity, but the mystery had been eating at me for weeks, and despite my strict policy of patient confidentiality, I wanted her parents to know about her constant visits. Masumi-kun's parents... I couldn't really imagine them. Before I could get sidetracked by unnecessary overthinking, I decided to reorganize my desk. There were so many loose papers, post-it notes, scattered pens, and abandoned passes that there was no patch of desk visible, and it felt like I was starting a battle at a great disadvantage. My wastebasket was only meant for 3 gallon bags, and there was no recycling bin, shelf, or filing cabinet... "Oh dear... Where to begin...?"

http://youtu.be/_JZJHqjIQTs

Banned for not knowing the wonder that is Hamaimon~ **

Erru and Gin trained their guns on Levar as Hidemi went for the three gangsters who'd approached last. The silver-haired org member managed to land a shot on his arm before ducking behind the police barricade, and Erru charged him with her detective special, firing at the space between his jaw and throat as she swept a kick at his side and grabbed his injured arm to twist it behind his back. "We've got a hostage," she announced, dragging him back with her revolver to his temple and pressing her back against the squad car Hidemi was working behind as she dueled the opponents. Gin looked at the trenchcoat-clad woman and asked, "Who are you?"

o-o It's like 'And Then There Were None'? Why have I not yet seen that fabulous screenplay? o_o

Quite~ *kick*