First Person: [Grimmjow rarely carries anything on his person aside from his zanpakutou, so waking up on a train, which is again something he isn’t accustomed to nestled in his grip was a little…annoying. His first reaction once he’s out of the train is to look around with a dirty glare on his face. Unbeknownst to the former Espada, his tightening grip on the device has brushed a button which activates the audio. Not that he wasn’t going to say anything anyway, but now his rude, attitude-filled threat is going to be projected everywhere.]
Alright, what the fuck’s going on, and who the fuck am I gonna hafta kill?
Third Person: He couldn’t help but be pissed off as, once again, he found himself with nothing to do. Aizen really was a piece of work, making them all stay here like well-kept little pets and not allowed to go anywhere unless he gave the order. It burned the blue-haired Hollow up! Who was this Shinigami to say he couldn’t go anywhere?!
“The hell with him, I oughta just go find that damn kid and kick his ass, before he causes trouble for us later,” he groused. But of course Aizen trusted Ulquiorra, and Ulquiorra said Kurosaki was trash. They weren’t gonna be killing him. Well that was stupid. Grimmjow had been considered trash as an Adjuchas, and what had he done to Di Roy for thinking so? Ripped off a chunk of his head, that’s what, and now the little shitstain was working for him!
No…the hell with it. He was going to get out and do something now. Even if it meant he’d have to pick a fight with one of the other Arrancars. It’d make him feel better to get some goddamn tension out. You can’t really cage the beast too long, and Aizen should know better than that.
[CANON] Grimmjow Jeagerjaques || Bleach || Reserve || 2 of 2
Alright, what the fuck’s going on, and who the fuck am I gonna hafta kill?
Third Person: He couldn’t help but be pissed off as, once again, he found himself with nothing to do. Aizen really was a piece of work, making them all stay here like well-kept little pets and not allowed to go anywhere unless he gave the order. It burned the blue-haired Hollow up! Who was this Shinigami to say he couldn’t go anywhere?!
“The hell with him, I oughta just go find that damn kid and kick his ass, before he causes trouble for us later,” he groused. But of course Aizen trusted Ulquiorra, and Ulquiorra said Kurosaki was trash. They weren’t gonna be killing him. Well that was stupid. Grimmjow had been considered trash as an Adjuchas, and what had he done to Di Roy for thinking so? Ripped off a chunk of his head, that’s what, and now the little shitstain was working for him!
No…the hell with it. He was going to get out and do something now. Even if it meant he’d have to pick a fight with one of the other Arrancars. It’d make him feel better to get some goddamn tension out. You can’t really cage the beast too long, and Aizen should know better than that.
Besides. Grimmjow could use a snack.