Jyuushiro Ukitake (stormstrength) wrote in halloweening, @ 2013-10-09 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, jyuushiro ukitake, katrina van tassel |
Who: Katrina Van Tassel, Jyuushiro Ukitake
What: The ash is making it difficult for Ukitake to breathe, but Katrina comes to the rescue.
When: October 8th, Tuesday evening
Where: A few streets over from Belle's Books and Candles.
Status: In progress
Warnings: Severe chronic illness. Coughing blood. Possible mention of the murder.
When Ukitake had heard of the murder near one of the shops in town, he had set out with every intention of helping. His illness had been quiet since he had arrived in this strange place, and so he had hoped that the state of the air would do little more to trouble him than anyone else. Had Unohana or Shunsui been with him, he was certain they would have tried to talk him out of the venture. Whether they would have succeeded he would never know, though he suspected that Shunsui would eventually have given up the argument and accompanied him to keep him out of trouble.
Ukitake had wished for that familiar, welcome presence when, a few streets away from the reported location of the killing, his breath had caught in his throat. He tried to ignore it at first, although he knew the warning signs. Perhaps he would be fortunate, and this would be no more than a brief annoyance. He had been lucky before, many times, or he would not still be alive. It became apparent, however, that each step he took was nothing more than time borrowed. The sligth hitch became a burning pain in his chest. That pain was soon joined by the sensation of someone gripping his throat in a vice-like hold. Another step, and Ukitake faltered, fell to his knees, and began to cough.
Short of breath, choking almost on each inhalation of ash-laden air, Ukitake gave into the inevitable and called for help. He used the journal, as his voice was nearly robbed from him, and he was relieved when someone responded. Assured that the assistance he so sorely needed was on the way, he fell back against a wall and held the sleeve of his haori over his mouth and nose, both to shield himself from the ash and to catch whatever his harsh coughs expelled from his lungs.