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Date & Time: July 27, throughout the day
Location: The city streets
Characters: Halibel & YOU
Summary: Halibel brooding and being introspective. Clearly this means someone should talk to her!
Warnings: None expected

Another day inside the cage. When would it end?

Civilian life throughout the city marched on despite the rising number of "transports". At any moment, Halibel could've found herself interacting with someone familiar as well as unwanted. It was only a matter of time, she thought. Could she come face-to-face with a slain Espada? Perhaps the human known as Ichigo? Or what about Aizen himself? Until such a moment came, she would only be concerned with the present and nothing more.

Halibel walked through the streets, taking note of her surroundings and the city inhabitants. She never stayed in one place for too long, preferring to move from location to location after several minutes. It was not the first time she had toured the city. With that in mind, what was there to gain from such repetition?

Perhaps she was simply looking for a distraction. Something that would take her mind and thoughts away from what had become a much more extended displacement, as well as the growing futility of escape.

[ooc: action or prose, take your pick and I'll match it!]

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Okay, this totally wasn't stalking. Nope. Not stalking at all.

This was...recon. Yeah. Recon. Batman did recon. Creepy men with mustaches and a lifelong subscription to Home and Garden stalked.

Batman.

Such was the mantra that Marco had adopted as he decided to chase after his roommate. Or cell mate. It all depended on how optimistic Marco was feeling about the whole...Initiative situation that day. Truth be told, it wasn't the best situation to find himself in. Especially after the mess Earth had become on his way out.

But that was a moral dilemma for another time. Right now, Marco was going to work on a better second impression. The first time over those communicators...hadn't been the most chivalrous. Though, to be fair, those things probably warranted their own zip code and Marco was only human. The fact that making a better second impression probably shouldn't rely on stalking someone for about a block or two never crossed his mind.

Okay. This was it. Game face.

Marco jogged up to where the woman was walking, "Hey!"

[ ooc: let me know if anything I handwaved isn't cool and I'll rework it! ]

Unfortunately for Marco, Halibel was still wearing the same attire as in their first meeting. Truthfully, she didn't hold any ill will towards him, and his tendency for being distracted. It was more accurate to say that she simply didn't have much of an opinion of him at all. Neither positive or negative.

It was... expected of her when dealing with humans in general.

Halibel stopped walking after hearing his voice, finding it curious that he would approach her now. Perhaps he had gotten tired of following her? Still, for this dedication, she would give him some time at the very least.

"What is it?"

[ooc: looks fine to me!]

And there they were again. Okay Marco, focus.

Marco shrugged, trying to be as nonchalant as possible and avoid the subject of him oggling for about fifty solid seconds. Major new friend faux pas.

"Figured we're stuck together in this, and I haven't had the opportunity to introduce myself." He stuck out a hand for a shake, "Name's Marco. I don't remember if I covered that much our first...introduction."

An introduction... Yes, they had indeed failed to do so during their previous interaction. There would be no harm in knowing his name and giving out her own.

She observed his hand for a few seconds, before grabbing it with her own.

"Tier Halibel."

Why would they even make shirts like that-

Marco gave it a friendly shake and dropped his. "Nice to meet you. I figure there's no harm in making a few friends in this sort of situation. Plus, y'know, the whole roomies in hell thing."

He paused, giving a helpless shrug of the shoulders, "Uh, know how much a polar bear weighs?"

Halibel could only stare at Marco after he had asked his question. Had there been any real purpose to being asked that? Or was this just an astonishingly poor attempt at humor by her supposed 'roomate'?

"I do not know."

"Enough to break the ice."

He winced, that was bad. Hopefully the charming grin made up for it.

Halibel just... stares at him some more. While she understands the joke and the intended humor, she simply doesn't find it funny. "You thought it necessary to tell me that?"

"I thought it necessary to talk to the roommate who's pretty much never home," Marco said with a shrug. "Last I checked in wars you want to make allies. Or something. And hey, since we both don't really have a choice on this one it doesn't hurt to get someone on our sides, you know?"

She never 'home' because she didn't need any of what had already been provided for her. The type of food humans ate was of no use to her, and she was willing to sleep by herself and under the stairs rather than on top of a bed. Perhaps others would've thought it strange, but it was to be expected from someone who was... unfamiliar with her.

"Allies." She had always stood by the simple idea of strength in numbers. The weak making themselves strong and extending their own life by banding together.

"You would not prefer someone more similar to you?"

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