Nightshift 37: Soccer/Recreational Field

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

[from here.]

Since the recreational field was quiet tonight, Phoenix found himself pausing briefly between doors, glancing up at the sky. It was what the sky looked like on television, pitch blackness interrupted by bright points of starlight, which was what really made him stop in the first place, really. He'd spent his entire life in Los Angeles. He didn't expect anything from the night sky but a dark, dusky rose, dotted with perhaps five valiant stars, assorted satellites, and the blinking slow-motion of airplanes coming and going from LAX. Seeing the sky the way he'd always known it was supposed to look pulled at him strangely. There wasn't supposed to be a single thing about this place that was beautiful, but there were the stars, cold and twinkling and completely unfamiliar.

He turned away abruptly, walking quickly for the next door before he could stare any longer. This wasn't the time to get caught up in things like that.

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[mitase.livejournal.com]

Not only did Hanatarou not want to take any kind of a leader role, he attempted to hide unobtrusively behind Sora as their small group moved to join the others. The large man and the younger girl he didn't know, and the vice-captain (or any shinigami, really) wasn't exactly someone he wanted to see just now.

It did look like the girl was injured, though, and so the healer considered offering to help, but for the time being decided to remain silent. He'd just wait and see what the others wanted to do, and maybe try not to get in the way. If that was possible.

[mrmewmaker.livejournal.com]

[I think it's my turn? if not, someone poke me. ♥]

Shiki wasn't sure what the others were talking about. She stayed quiet and listened. They had plans, that was certain, and something bad had interrupted them. She thought back to what little she'd seen on the bulletin board. Someone had died a day or two ago... and then she put the pieces together. They'd all known the man that passed. Shiki felt a pang of guilt - she should have remembered, because Orihime had mentioned not being able to come tonight. She had obviously known the man, too.

She wanted to hug Rangiku, since she seemed the most upset, and as such, she knelt close to the woman, opening her arms a bit. "I'm sorry for what happened," she began. "I don't know all the details, but I'm sorry. And I'm also sorry if we interrupted anything."

Shiki turned to the others in turn, bowing her head slightly to each of them. "The same goes for all of you. I'm sorry. And please don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'm worried about Kurogane-san --" she gestured to the tall ninja -- "but I'm sure he'll be okay, too. We can leave and let you all continue, if that would be easier."

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

Allen didn't know any of the people in the group Sora lead them to, though he'd caught some of their fight with the large bird. He figured that the one Sora was speaking to was Rangiku, but he wasn't sure what else he could really do but stand by and listen. She was Sora's friend, so he'd try to stay out of the way.

There was a young girl, probably close to his age, and a slightly older man who was much, much taller than everyone else. They both looked a little worse for the wear after the fight, but they seemed alright.

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

As he stood, Kurogane folded his arms and subtly began looking the injuries beneath his cloak. The worst of the cuts were on his arms and easily ignored, but his hand would be a problem now. He glanced down slightly at his right palm, grunting at the damage. Holding on for so long to that wood hadn't been the best of ideas, and he wouldn't have done so had he not needed to keep the bird's head occupied. Holding any weapon with the hand would be difficult for a while.

When he heard his name spoken, his eyes turned up and his hand vanished back beneath his cloak. There were more with the girls now, three younger boys close to the kid's age from what he could tell, and none of which he wanted to have to get involved with tonight. He had enough to deal with.

"Oi, if you're finished, then hurry up," he called to Shiki, wanting to get a move on just so they didn't end up dealing with the others' issues.

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

She was a sweet girl and the gesture made Rangiku smile a little before she hugged Shiki tightly against her, grateful for that much at least. Someone who was here and real and alive. It was good to know.

She looked up when Sora approached and nodded sadly. "Probably," she admitted quietly. "If people still wish to continue though, I'm willing." Even if it would be for two people now rather than one. Maybe tomorrow night... no, tomorrow night would be bloody and angry, she could tell that already.

"You didn't interrupt," Rangiku replied, pulling away from Shiki just a little. "Things have happened tonight. That interrupted more than anything else. It isn't your fault." She frowned a little, looking at people. "Do you or your ah, friend, need healing?" she asked, glancing over at the dark man.

[lighthearted]

Sora frowned - he hadn't meant to make the others feel like they needed to leave, especially since the funeral service had more or less fallen apart by now. They could have continued, but it seemed like everyone needed some time to recover after this next blow. And half of the people who were supposed to be here for it had left for one reason or another, so it would be pretty lackluster if they tried to continue.

"Maybe it should wait, then," he said, glancing around at his friends to try and gauge their reactions to that. If someone was really intent on going on no matter what, then he would be willing to, but it didn't seem like that was the case.

"Yeah, it wasn't your fault," he reiterated to the Kairi look-alike. "Things just got complicated..." Like usual here. But if the two were injured, then maybe getting them healed would be the best thing to do at this point. Sora considered mentioning Hanatarou's abilities, but he didn't want to offer his roommate up for something like that. It wasn't really his place to do so.

[mitase.livejournal.com]

Fortunately for Sora, Hanatarou was happy enough to mention his own abilities in this situation - it was one of the few ways in which he could be helpful at all, and in the face of everything else falling apart, well. He edged slightly out from behind his roommate, lifting one hand just a little as he glanced with hesitant hopefulness toward the strangers.

"Um, i-if someone needs a healer, I, ah, might be able to, to h-help..." He paused and cast a quick, somewhat wary glance toward Matsumoto; hopefully she wouldn't mind him jumping in like that.

[mrmewmaker.livejournal.com]

[argh, LJ didn't give me the notification till now. Sorry for the holdup!]

Shiki let go when Rangiku pulled away, then nodded to everyone she was with in turn. She didn't want to pry too much into what happened, but she could tell they were all upset. "I'm sorry that whatever happened did, then," she said. "Things have a way of happening like that around here. It really sucks." Not the most eloquent statement ever, but it was the most truthful one she could think of.

She considered the next question for a second. "I'm really not in that bad shape," she began, "but -- and I know you'll say you won't, Kurogane-san, but it's the truth -- he got a lot more banged up than I did. I'll be okay, but if someone could give him a once-over, I'd appreciate it." She knew the comment would get her growled at, but she couldn't not say anything. It would be a lot easier on him in the long run if someone could take care of those injuries now, instead of letting them wait.

"If it's not too much trouble, that is. It looks like you've all had a rough night, so I understand completely if you can't," she finished, with a soft smile. "I don't want to put you out or anything."

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

Judging by the angry looks the tall man in black kept shooting everyone, they'd interrupted something important. That or somehow inconvenienced him. Then again, maybe he was just a grump like Kanda.

Regardless, Rangiku assured them they hadn't done anything wrong, though he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. It was probably too much to hope that the night would go smoothly, but to think that they'd lose another patient, maybe more, it was sobering and certainly enough to put anyone on edge.

He was kind of surprised though, to hear both shinigami say they had the ability to heal others. He'd never heard Rukia mention it before, so it seemed kind of strange to hear it now. He supposed so long as they weren't offering to bring anyone back to life, it was okay, though Allen couldn't help but be somewhat curious.

Since he had no such talents to offer either of the injured people, he tried to stay out of the way. He didn't mind keeping a lookout for the others.

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

"I don't need anything," he growled towards the woman, ignoring the reference to being Shiki's "friend", then reemphasized the point when Shiki decided that he did, "I already said I don't need it!"

He turned away to keep from having to look at the girl and any pleading expression she may give. He'd already dealt with Orihime and Ururu like that and, dammit, he wasn't giving into it again! "I told you before, don't decide things on your own," he said back to Shiki, "If you want them to heal someone so badly, then get it yourself. I'm going back in." He started walking, expecting that once she finished Shiki would follow.