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ooc yours truly ended up in the tender care of health professionals again and an once again back out and armed with internet access, am so sorry I keep vanishing and will be in contact with specific people later today.
Groceries Shopping.
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âAh~ I see, I see. Oh~ Well youâre a doctor, of course you must know about taking excellent care. Although Iâve known enough healers that might as well give a lot to try to look younger tooâ she said along with a sheepish chuckle.
All right, apples, potatoes, oranges, more vegetables. The crimson haired mentally listed, and so she hurried to carry them out, thinking already of all the good dishes she was going to do. Her stomach growling just by the mere thought.
Her attention was brought back by Giselleâs gentle touch. Awww, how adorable, she pulled her sleeve. Giselle was definitely cute enough to make anyone cry~ Her eyes sparkled almost automatically, but that was right, she wasnât a little girl.
âAh is that so? Oh, okay letâs check them out!â she exclaimed with a more optimistic smile. Either way maybe she could make a good acquaintance with her.
"Oh I donât know,â Giselle said, âI knew doctors who smoked - smoked Kushina-chan can you imagine? Also knew an explosive expert who didnât wear any of the proper gear,â she said, fighting a smirk, âlucky she had me near on hand when that finally went south!â
âI do have to wonder what artisan means here, usually itâs all fancy and hand made and from weird countries in Europe or something I donât know, itâs been a while since I went shopping shopping before this, being a quincy means way more militaring than funning and if you ask me the whole reasonâs a bit stupid but of course no one does,â she took a deep breath before continuing. âWhat about you, Kushina-chan, what do you do now?â
She offered a cheery grin.
âIs it more fun or more âmarch march donât question me raghâ?â as they came to a stop she kept one ear out for the answer, perusing the options and totally blocking out the sales pitch. âIâll try that one,â she said, pointing to a gooey looking one. âBe careful, anything with colour usually tastes like old people.â
monster tea party {Bazz-B&Gigi}
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Nodding along, it irked him that Giselle had an answer to everything. It was either too perfect, or he was too paranoid. Problem was, everything going to shit like it was, it was hard for him to discern which one it was. By nature Giselle was deceptive and cunning, her powers not built around a direct confrontation. Without them she was likely tenâ no, twenty times more sly.
Much like how his temper had multiplied.
Grabbing a chair and flipping it around so that he straddled the back of it, he didnât try to hide his suspicion.
âDo me a favour and prescribe some bleach for him to guzzle down,â he sneered back, unable to narrow down who he might have pissed off. It was a redeeming quality of Bazz-Bâs to make enemies. âNot just yet,â he answered, keeping a firm grip around the neck of the bottle. âWhatâs the last thing you remember before big bitch dragged you here. She poke you, too?â
Giselle didnât react to his staring though admittedly it was a bit...hurtful? Nah, trust was a little too much to call for on most days. Sheâd probably give him the third degree if he just showed up. Maybe. Maybe not, if heâd put out for good vodka like she had, because she could appreciate a sacrifice when she saw one.
âSorry B-chan, one of my promises to my patients is I wonât remember any faces once theyâre gone, yâknow?â she said, putting her hand out for the vodka only for Bazz-B not to give it to her.
âWhenâd you get so mean?â she asked, shoving more sorbet in her mouth as conciliation. âAnd whatâs it matter?â she asked, âI was helping out Bambi-chan and then bam, someone comes up behind me so fast I couldnât even twitch. Woke up thoroughly poked,â to make her point she turned slightly, tugging her hair out of the way to show the now-healed brand.
âI told her that I didnât usually let this sort of thing happen until the third date but she wasnât at all sorry,â Giselle shook her head, eying him. âDo I get the vodka now or do I need to come over and offer a shoulder for you cry on because the bad woman touched you? You need one of those bad touch diagrams?â
To dust or To Gold | Giselle & Rukia
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Rukia-chan?
Only a few limited people called her that, coming from a quincy was quite odd. âHm?â turning to face the gate the blue eyed pointed, she arched her brows. Well look at that, maybe this team wasnât as bad idea after all, as long as things were kept peacefully.Â
Gigi was extraordinary uplifted, making the petite look at her sides for a second before facing her once again, âWe donât really have a choice if we want to get those points.â she said, after all there were some participants that shouldnât be underestimated.
Kneeling only to check the weapons bag, she widened her eyes, âLook at that, someoneâs been considerate.â she said while showing Giselle their choices, of course, a bow with an arrow set and a katana, how fitting. Though it wasnât their original weapons at least they could make it.
Taking in a deep breath before raising her head towards the young quincy, this was it, if she remembered well, Bazz did mentioned that in her future -like him- Giselle also joined their side. It wasnât out of pity, they were betrayed by their own leader, maybe this team was bonded by something other than random luck.
âReady?â she added more calmly, after this moment there was no turning back.
âThereâs always a choice,â Gigi said a little distractedly, taking in everything and everyone around them. âSometimes itâs crappy and doesnât seem like it, but thereâs always an option somewhere.â She flashed a bright grin, âitâs just that this time, the other one is even less obvious than usual! No matter though, howâs this possibly gonna pose a problem to two awesome people like us, eh?â
If she had any more thoughts, they drifted away at the sight of the bow and arrow set. âOooh,â she said, scooping them up and immediately checking the balance, âalready strung, howâd they manage doing that without wrecking the tension?â she wondered aloud as she plucked it gently a few times. It wasnât her bow of course, but it was well made and she was nothing if not adaptable.
Well okay, adaptable was down on the list of traits people attributed to her but it was there!
âTwo shakes,â she said, already unstringing the bow so she could get a handle of how quickly she could do it. The first try took a few seconds, the second one was quicker and the third one confirmed she could do it while A) dodging something and B) before any fight they may end up in would be over. Awesome.
âNow Iâm ready Rukia-chan,â she said, carefully jury rigging the arrow into a hip holder rather than a back on. Easier access and it wouldnât bang against the backpack. After a momentâs consideration, she just kept the bow in hand. âWouldnât want to be caught with my pants down, metaphorically, now would we?â she asked as she skipped toward their door. As they approached, it opened in a silently ominous way and after a moment Gigi turned back to Rukia.
âNobles first!â
To dust or To Gold | Giselle & Rukia
It took a great of will power for the petite former shinigami to focus on the strangerâs explanation regarding the maze. Inwardly cursing for how long it actually was taking her, but she still felt both, her cheeks and ears burning and her heart accelerating at the mere little thought of what happened, before reuniting with the crowd.
Enough! Rukia snapped to herself, she needed to focus, and win those points, win the points and get closer of getting the powers back, with powers returned she could reach her at last. Despise all, she had to be paired with a quincy, at least she seemed better than rooster head over there. A small furrow at the mention of the rule regarding partners, well, at least that was set, if they wanted to go on, a small temporal alliance must be made. Yet that did not in any means she fully trusted her partner, no offense but there was a lot risk in this game.
As soon as the whistle was blown, Rukia widened her eyes with how everyone rushed, there was something about this she didnât liked but all those thoughts aside. Of course she hurried too, and the perks of being small was that she could easily sneak around between the people. As expected there should be at least a side where there were some backpacks left alone, and the petite didnât hesitated to run faster and take them.Â
Provisions are in this one, and weapons here, yesâŠ
Despise her looks, she actually managed to carry all things for a moment, as she stopped to scan the crowd again and finally locating the ebony haired quincy. A partner was a partner.Â
âOi! Gigi!â she added once she reached her and offered the other the survival backpack. âCâmon letâs go!â
Kuchiki was her partner, which honestly Gigi didnât mind at all. Someone taller might have been handier, so someone could reach anything high up. She sort of trusted Rukia not to leave her behind, at least. Possibly more than she did even B-chan.
Well, no she decided, the same amount.Â
Humming, she started her way toward the throng as everyone started to scramble, jumping a little when Rukia appeared, thrusting a bag at her. âOh? Thank you Rukia-chan~â Dutifully, she shouldered her bag, âweâre at that gate,â she said, pointing a little behind her.
âI tried to get an idea of whatâs behind all that stone but honestly, xray vision was never my thing.â As she spoke, she walked, as quickly as she could, since Kuchiki seemed in a hurry. âSo I tried scouting and you got us prepared, I think weâre gonna be a great team!â
âDonât you?â
Ask my muse for a favor:
"I need a place to spend the night."
"Can I come over and use your shower?"
"I need you to buy me a pregnancy test."
"Will you come bail me out of jail?"
"My basement flooded, wanna lend me a hand cleaning up?"
"Can you come over and help me study for this test?"
"Pick me up something to eat on your way over?"
"I need a ride to work tomorrow."
"Help me clean my house?"
"Can you watch my dog for me this weekend?"
"Do you have a jacket I can borrow?
"I need some condoms and a leaf-blower, can you bring them over ASAP?"
"I need you to be my date this Friday night."
"Can you come pick me up?"
"Lend me $500?"
"Can I borrow your car?"
Groceries Shopping.
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âAh~ Youâre quite cute!âÂ
Kushina exclaimed out of full sincerity, it was those big eyes, although there mightâve been something strange in this girl, the young woman did not give much importance. Strangers were friends that they were yet to know, wasnât it?
It was to her followed words that the red haired widened her eyes, her hands reaching to her cheeks as they obviously flustered. This girl mustâve been older then, and here she was treating her like a little girl! Oops. âWaitâ Youâre a doctor? Iâm sorry for treating you like a younger person but you look so young âttebane!â she said before offering an embarrassed smile and scratched the back of her head.Â
Ahâ How embarrassing~
The former kunoichi kept the apple, and took a couple more, taking this moment to calm down and stop looking like a tomato herselfâŠagain. Taking notice of not hearing a last name, âWhat an interesting name! Itâs nice meeting Giselle-san.â she said with a friendlier smile, âUzumaki Kushina.â
âThank you,â Giselle said, preening a little. She was fucking adorable, it was high time someone noticed!
Giselle waved her hand as if brushing away the apology. âIâve always looked younger than I really am,â she said solemnly, ânot least because I take excellent care of my own health!â
The woman could turn very red however. Giselle wondered if she could make a game of it, see how red someone could turn. She grabbed a few more apples, before reaching for the citrus. She did like some sour with her sweet, after all.
âIs it?â she asked, cocking her head at the comment, âI picked it myself you know.â With that, she grabbed the womanâs sleeve, âcome on, thereâs a sale on artisan cheeses over here, I think thereâs even taste testing.â
There was nothing funnier than getting people to try stinky cheeses for the first time.
monster tea party {Bazz-B&Gigi}
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bazz-b-heat:
Inching to the side to allow her passage, he watched her carefully as she moved about. Evidently heâd either been too loud around town, or Giselle was a much better scout than he. How long had she been in Pendulum?
And did she know him as an ally sworn to Yhwach, or against him.
âTheyâre like little presents for anyone who wants to take the gamble,â he answered. âKnock yourself out, you probably wonât get infected.â She was offering information, just not the sort he needed to fish for, reaching forward and trying to pry the drink from her hands. He had to laugh at the lady comment, though. Yeah, her and the other girls were as ladylike as Mask de Masculine.
âHowâd you find me, anyway?â he inquired. âYou working with someone else?â Liltotto, perchance would be a blessing. Especially if she, too, was without powers. The girl had brains but she could be finicky with that oral fixation.
Bazz-B looked like a man under seige, she thought, surveying him as she took everything out of the bag. Sheâd been forward thinking enough to bring her own disposable spoons and cups, who knew how the male quincy was living. âOff take outâ didnât seem outside the realm of possibility.
She did, however, toe off her boots, sashaying past him to place them by the door. âItâs not polite to laugh at them either,â she chided, flouncing down on his couch after a momentâs consideration, prying the lid off her sorbet without waiting to see what Bazz did. Best way to get him to stop acting weird was to act normal herself, she figured.
âI live down the street,â she said baldly, âin 5. And, one of my patients the other night was complaining about the, I quote, âpink haired motherfucking cockfaceâ at the brothel.â As she said that, she studied him closely, shoving a large bite of sorbet into her mouth.
âAnd though I donât think your face looks like a roosterâs or a dickâs I was pretty sure it had to be you, B-chan,â she said, âhow many pink haired, foul mouthed, temperamental bouncers could there be? Then I snooped around here, figuring youâd get a house as far from Big Sister as possible.â
She shoved more sorbet in her mouth, ânow pass the vodka.â
What is your greatest wish right now?
âHmm.â
Her gut instinct was to have her powers back - duh - but a momentâs reflection brought up two other points, and she tapped her lip a moment before answering.
âIâd like all my friends to be here,â she admitted. âI think weâd have a lot of fun. Especially now that no one can eat anyone or explode them or turn their head into jelly.â
Not easily anyway. Technically anything was possible if you tried hard enough.
âBut I donât even know how IÂ got here.â
Blood Red Shoes - Itâs Getting Boring By The Sea
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"I brought vodka and ice cream!"
When heâd heard the knock at his door, he assumed itâd be someone trying to sell something. It was either that or some sort of missionary that strayed too far into the wrong neck of the woods trying to save some soul or another.. then again, that was a sort of salesman, too. What he hadnât expected was the familiar wide eyes and swaying antennae. Staring for a moment into the cheery face, as she opened her mouth he slammed the door shut again.
Chances were that he was losing it.
Waiting until the count of ten, he creaked the door open again, the same cheery face (although slightly bemused now) stared at him, waving a plastic bag in front of him.
âThe gatekeeper is appeased with your offering.â
Giselle blinked as the door closed, cocking her head as the door slowly reopened.
âGood,â she said, once he finally actually said anything. Without waiting for an actual, explicit invitation, she shoved past him, wielding the vodka bottle as protection against being tossed out. âI shilled for the good shit,â she said, not mentioning it was because the black bottle stood out among the white and blues of the vodka aisle. âI was gonna go for the overproofed rum but then I realized I didnât know if you liked rum.â
Everyone liked vodka, and if they didnât, they could put it in juice. Or on the ice cream, that was her plan.
âAnd I got two tubs of BJ and some sorbet,â she eyed him, âthat oneâs mine.â She said, ânow can I take my shoes off in here, or did you leave the needles in your carpet as a surprise? I donât heal like I used to,â she tried not to sound bitter about that. âAND,â last but not least, âdonât you know itâs rude to slam a door in a ladyâs face?â
Aca-awkward | Giselle & Rukia
That day had gone quieter than usual, mainly for being constantly lost in thoughts for a great variety of reasons. From her lovely pets waiting for her at home, to the wonders of the real function of this world and purposes behind Pandoraâs doings. The new life coming into her most kindred friend, how Niisama and a certain duckling were doing?Â
So of course, when school was done, the petite felt a little drained, and to clear her mind made a quick stop at the park. The light was perfect to appreciate every detail around, even the city looked nice from such view and distance. Feeling a small emptiness for despise the time, she still couldnât get used to not being able to sense any single soul or spirit for that matter.
Rukia let go a sigh before sitting and taking out a notebook, at least she could have some time for herself and draw a little, there was much to do and little time. Or could she? In the middle of her second sketch the petite noticed a strangerâs shoes not too far from her. Raising her head just to meet another ebony haired girl, although her features didnât seemed too foreign she couldnât recall meeting the newcomer.
ââŠYes?â
Giselle wasnât really a park girl, to be honest. It wasnât that she didnât see the appeal, or that she was opposed to them or anything she just preferred shiny things with yummy food and pretty clothing, and new friends. Of course, parks had people, usually, but sheâd yet to see a shiny picnic where strangers were encouraged to drop by.
However, Giselle also wasnât the sort to tolerate boredom, so it was that she found herself wandering the green space, a cup of ice cream currently in hand. Cherry blossom flavoured, of course, but good all the same. She got bored pretty easily, however, and found herself looking around for someone to speak.
Most potential victims - er, people - were too in motion to bother with, but there was a vaguely familiar person on a bench, sketching away. After a moment, Giselle looped back around for another ice cream - bribery always worked! - before approaching the woman, standing close but not creepily so.
She thought, anyway.
When she looked up, Gigi finally clued into who she was talking to, and she beamed, thrusting the other ice cream bowl at the shinigami. âHello,â she said, âyou looked like you needed an ice cream. Iâm Gigi.â
âYou have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that thatâs going to stop us, but at least Iâll have all the facts.â
Gigi paused, looking over her shoulder at Bazz-B.
âWell,â she said slowly, âI figure I can charge extra for pain killers. Plus, this will only be a felony if we take more than $1000,â she raised a bottle of liquid morphine. âAny clue how much this goes for, anyway?â
âDonât ask me thatâŠâ
Giselle cocked her head, not understanding the girlâs reticence.
âWhat? Everyone says pregnancy makes your libido worse, all I asked was if your baby daddy was putting out. If not, I know the perfect store for you!â
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