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I've got some big news, everyone. Could be the start of things happening directly to us instead of around us, so there's one point for experiment. Or drokking entertainment. I woke up handcuffed. Standard issue, nothing special. On all levels they shouldn't be, but I've tried everything. And they are not. coming. off. I know nobody came in while I was sleeping. And unlocking them isn't about skill, don't waste your time implying that it is. I’d like to know if somebody could find it in their gorgeous generous neighborly heart to bring a hacksaw. I’ll even take a sledgehammer and a spike if you have a VERY delicate touch and someone to vouch you’re not a serial killer Your good-looking neighbor in need, Rico Dredd

[ooc: Surprise, surprise - Rico's landed himself some mild city-provided timeout time. He is kind of starting to lose his shit. Plenty of characters are welcome to try breaking them, it’s going to be a very long 24 hours for him. Bring on your brain, magic powers, bullshit, smart comments, etc.

Rico's permissions/warnings are here. cw: hand injuries are involved bc he is insane. Also, I would greatly encourage threadhopping in this network post!]

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Yeah, yeah.

（ where else would you store ice, you weirdo? it's enough of an offputting statement that his jaw shifts to one side, briefly thoughtful. his attention drops to the man's hand, the ugly purple bruise spidering out from beneath the like-hued marker. he's not sorry for doing it, but he's sorry for the world of hurt it's going to be as soon as those nerve blockers wear off, so — he turns on one heel and heads for the fridge.

there's a faint bit of tension to his shoulders, barely visible save to the trained eye — because he knows that he's probably at some amount of risk of rico just bashing him over the head in his that residual, retaliatory panic. ultimately, though, he doesn't actually care. better to show trust, and let people show you who they really are, than let yourself be consumed by suspicion. ）

You want another bottle of that lemonade shit?

（ shock can dehydrate you pretty quick, after all. ）

[Don’t be ridiculous. Rico wouldn’t bash him over the head in a panic. He’d use his heavy boot to kick in the back of his knee and fold him like an omelette, drop him to the floor, and then stomp him. Economy of effort. That, or a spin kick if he felt like being fun.

Either way, that's not a real concern. Rico picks up on the slight tension in Ichigo's frame, secretly pleased. That means he's something to be worried about, could still be some kind of actual threat if he needed to be. He watches the juve's back as he picks through the fridge. Twenty three feet away.

Now, he wonders... His new buddy Ichigo's strong, but is he fast, too? There's one way to force another trick out of his bag. And if he's not that fast, Rico still gets to do what he needs to do without interference. Like hell it's not going to work. Lasting damage is the last thing on his mind right now.]

Yeah.

[Rico shifts. He lifts his hands above his head, and the clink of the chain is going to the the only warning Ichigo gets before he tries to bring his broken hand down hard on the uncompromising marble counter edge with exact, pinpoint precision and no hesitation.]

（ why ）

（ you know what? if this guy has a single scrap of reiatsu to his name, he is headed right for the 11th division if he gets into seireitei. he'd fit right in alongside zaraki and ikkaku and yumichika.

— okay, actually, on second thought maybe not yumichika. but definitely the first two. ）

（ for a moment he actually entertains the very real consideration of just jumping out the nearest window.

he'd live, right? it'd be fine. and he wouldn't have to deal with this fucking insanity another minute. ）

（ OF COURSE HE'S FAST YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER — ）

（ do you mIND he is juGGLING YOUR SHIT ）

What the HELL?

（ it's a loud, annoyed bellow as — yes, he appears as if by teleportation and wraps his hand around the chain that so inelegantly announced his intentions. never let it be said he can't learn his lesson — he'll save physical contact for another time. the chains jerk short of this moron physICALLY DISABLING HIMSELF PERMANENTLY and for a moment, they're eye to eye regardless of the difference in their height.

this debacle occurs at just about the same time that a bevvy of ice cubes clatter to the floor in front of the fridge, the door left broadly open in his scramble.

it dings in protest of this apparent abuse. a cheery sort of, hey, are you forgetting something? vibe. the sound cracks the silence like a shot. ichigo grinds his teeth together audibly, and then: ）

Will you just sit the fuck down? We already tried it your way and it didn't work! Quit trying to be an asshole! Don't make me tie you up and leave you hogtied in a closet!

[So he is fast. Impossibly so. Between one blink and the next, the chain is closed around Ichigo's fist that appears like one frame of a vid skipping to the next, the momentum causing the hard metal edges to dig into his wrists and stop just short from the edge, jerking it back. Like teleporter tech that Tek-Div was always trying to chase, but one that actually works. His mouth pulls back in a hard sneer, baring his teeth.]

I am not going to be punished for something I never did.

[He meets Kurosaki’s gaze and stares him down, raw animalistic hatred leaking through the cracks at even the thought of tolerating this situation. Never again. He’d been intrigued by this empty playground of a city and whoever brought him here at first. But now intrigue has taken a backseat to his reaction from having to take a punishment from on high. Incomprehensible and byzantine, doled out with little rhyme or reason.

There might be a reason why Rico's taking this just a little bit personally. Why he's refusing to just take it on the chin, do the sensible thing and wait it out. He’s not deliberately trying to be an asshole - mostly. He’s just got capital I Issues.]

And I'm not going to be chained up like this - [A yank hard enough to send a distant jolt all the way up to his elbow that he ignores. The weight of a chain around his ankle, hampered more by the dead body laying on the end, unmoving. Three hours until shift’s end.] - ever again!

（ he realizes he's stepped in it (metaphorically) almost immediately. he'd thought the guy was just being irreverent, or working his way through the shock, or something — but that look in his eyes is one ichigo knows all too well, that cleaves too close. it's been levered at him by so many of the people he's fought against, and he's felt it himself. he's not going to take it personally.

he lowers his hand, so that rico's bound wrists occupy the space between them. but he doesn't let go, not quite yet.

softer — ）

I get it.

（ he understands too well the way claustrophobia can grip you by the throat, make you desperate to do anything to claw yourself away from the sensation of being stuck, being trapped. the way despair builds a home in you that no safety can ever erase. ）

But if hurting yourself was going to work, it would've worked by now. You could just be playing right into the hands of — （ a frustrated little tche. then: ） whoever. Maybe it's more test than punishment, just to see what you'd do. Losing your shit gives them more ammunition than you know.

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okay i think i'm done

lmfaooooo

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