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 Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 8:39 pm
The hallways outside of all of the rooms of each section. This is the upper level.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 9:47 pm
 Shiro walked down the hallway, running his fingers against the wall was he did. In his other arm he held a ragged old stuffed rabbit doll, that he held close to his chest. He had a slight smile on his face and he slowly made his way though the strip of hall, singing something under his breath to himself. With each step he took the sound echoed through the mostly empty hall. "Wonder where they all went. It's no fun without them."He giggled and turned his head to look at the rabbit. "Where do you think they went?" The child asked the doll, tilting his head to the side and coming to stop.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 1:57 pm
  "єνєη ιƒ уσυ яιѕє υρ αgαιηѕт мє α тнσυѕαη∂ тιмєѕ, уσυя ѕι∂є ωιℓℓ ηєνєя αcнιєνє νιcтσяу."  Ulquiorra made his way down the hallway, taking in and observing his surroundings; the paint had been peeling off of the walls and it seemed that nobody had been down here to clean up the blood stains. He glanced into the rooms to see patients either dead or strapped to beds and tables. Even the flooring was coming up and ripping apart. It seemed like one step would cause the floor to collapse.
The Arrancar took no time to bother hiding his presence. Anyone with the slightest amount of awareness could sense his spiritual pressure and anyone in the same hallway with good ears could hear the slight tapping of his sandals with each step he took. The man stopped when he saw a child in the distance and he eyed it with no interest at all. However, he did wonder why a child would be here in the first place.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 4:06 pm
The child froze when he heard footsteps come from further down the hall, the happy smile that he had faded as he slowly turned to see who it was. Noticing that it wasn't anyone that he knew, he pulled the stuffed animal closer to himself. Shiro turned back to the way he had been heading, beginning to walk again, without another word.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 6:46 pm
 Yawning slightly, Izsable stood unfazed in the end of the hall. She noticed blood, and some VERY messy things. She yawned, and hugged her purple pillow, drooling slightly onto it, and continued walking, past a boy, and saw a man. "Hm....? Ah....." Her words became incomprehensible as she yawned, mouth stretching wide.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:24 pm
"єνєη ιƒ уσυ яιѕє υρ αgαιηѕт мє α тнσυѕαη∂ тιмєѕ, уσυя ѕι∂є ωιℓℓ ηєνєя αcнιєνє νιcтσяу."
Ulquiorra glanced towards the boy and then turned to stand sideways when he noticed the girl. As the boy walked away, he took in the child's appearance, memorizing every bit of it. The man looked down at the girl now, his green eyes gazing into her hues.
"Humans are such stupid creatures. Can't you even form a complete sentence?"
The Arrancar turned his head to glance back to the boy who had been walking away. He could sense an interesting power with the child and wanted to find out more, but he wasn't one for fighting. Instead, Ulquiorra's hands found the pockets of his coat and he raised his voice only slightly.
"Why are you leaving?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:55 pm
Shiro heard the man speak up, causing him to turn around and glance back at him. "...because you're weird." He gave as a reply, snuggling the rabbit in in arms, coming to stop once more, moving closer to one of the walls off to the side.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 9:18 pm
"єνєη ιƒ уσυ яιѕє υρ αgαιηѕт мє α тнσυѕαη∂ тιмєѕ, уσυя ѕι∂є ωιℓℓ ηєνєя αcнιєνє νιcтσяу."
The Arrancar turned fully to face the boy. He eyed the small figure a slight distance away from him. He figured that the boy wasn't exactly one used to being around adults, but then again, who really cared?
"You're not exactly a smart child. Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders? Besides, since when is anybody considered 'normal'?"
He took a few steps towards the white-haired child. Ulquiorra stepped in a puddle of fresh blood and glanced down at the floor. Who had recently been killed? He wondered, but that was none of his concern. His eyes lifted and returned to the child's form.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 9:31 pm
"...my elders..." His eyes trailed off down the hall then back to the other male. "How old are you?" Well of course no one was normal at least not in this place. He turned his focus back to the guy when he stepped through the puddle of blood making a face, they really should clean those up every once in awhile.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 11:39 pm
"єνєη ιƒ уσυ яιѕє υρ αgαιηѕт мє α тнσυѕαη∂ тιмєѕ, уσυя ѕι∂є ωιℓℓ ηєνєя αcнιєνє νιcтσяу."
Ulquiorra took a few more steps forward, not wanting to get himself dirty with the grime and ichor on the walls or floors. The man noticed a few nails sticking out of the walls and ceiling, even the floor tiles were loose and coming up. Ulquiorra met with the child's eyes.
"My age is of no importance, but I am twenty two years of age. How old are you?"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Skreeee! One of the patients in the room to his left ran violently at him, but ended up hitting the door. It screamed when realizing it couldn't get through. He didn't flinch, but he looked sideways at the thing. He could see it through the small window for the door. He figured it was a banshee or a spirit of some sort trapped within a room that prohibits going through walls, going through small spaces, and doing any sort of teleportation. Ulquiorra made eye contact with the creature and then looked away when it quieted down.
"It appears that the patients in this part of the building have little to no intelligence at all. They're all trash..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 4:30 am
The small child had opened his mouth to say something before the sound of banging and screaming. The noise was loud enough to him that he dropped the stuffed animal and put his hands over his ears, cringing. Once it settled, Shiro slowly pulled his hands away from his ears. He looked down at his toy as he reestablished what he was going to say before. With a giggle he picked up the rabbit and looked back over at the guy. "Then you are not my elder. I am your elder... by two years." He held up two fingers. "Twenty four... and yes most of them don't, I'm one of the ones in this place that do."Shiro took a few steps back to match that of how close the man was getting to him, looking back up at him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 10:06 am
"Oh, um....sorry, sir, hahaha...." Izsable turned her head to gaze around the blood stained walls, and chipping wall paper. "Nice place, don't cha' think?" She laughed, before yawning again, while dropping the pillow.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 2:24 pm
"єνєη ιƒ уσυ яιѕє υρ αgαιηѕт мє α тнσυѕαη∂ тιмєѕ, уσυя ѕι∂є ωιℓℓ ηєνєя αcнιєνє νιcтσяу." Ulquiorra turned around when the human spoke up once more. His eyes glanced down at the female and a single thought crossed his mind: ~ How the hell is this human able to stay alive and somehow healthy? ~ The Arrancar could only stare at the young girl.
"Are you a normal human or do you possess some special skill?"
Ulquiorra turned his attention to the young boy. If he could, he would probably be laughing. This kid looked no more than about, eight to fourteen years old. He truly doubted the child's age and wouldn't be convinced otherwise without proof. Ulquiorra looked down at the boy the same way.
"I'm going to need some proof because I truly don't believe you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 2:30 pm
"What kind of special skill do you mean-"There was a yawn. "I mean, I can't really do anything, not even see right now." Izsable picked up her dropped pillow, and hugged it ignoring the blood.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 8:06 pm
Shiro frowned. Proof... proof, proof. Needed some kind of proof on how old he was. Ah! That paper. He dug a hand into his coat pocket, pulling out a a small pile of folded papers. After unfolding the papers he skimmed through the few pages before he found what he was looking for. Walking up to the guy he held the paper out, pointing to a spot where under his name was written his birth-date. The rest of what was on the papers pertained to an orphanage that he had spent time in back and forth between families. As he moved to hold the paper up to the man a small cracking noise sounded through the hall way coming from the child.
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