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Who Am I? { Invite Only } Tue Feb 06, 2018 1:47 am
Ria Pen
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28It was another one of those days.
Ria huffed as she stomped her way out in the rain, feet carrying her quickly to the Academy.
She'd always knew deep down that she wasn't her parents' child. It didn't take a detective to put two-and-two together that brunettes simply didn't give way to blondes. However, it was one thing to know it, and another thing to know it, just as how she'd just heard her parents argue over whether to speak to her about being an adopted child. Of course, it wouldn't be the first time; there had to be something about this one that made it so much more different than the one she'd had back when she was seven, or four, or- the ages all just blended together after awhile. She couldn't remember. Point being, this wasn't the first time she'd heard her mother speak about it, but it was the first time she'd heard her parents argue with each other in the kitchen, being so vocal about whether they should speak to her about it, whatever it was, due to her adoption and whether it was safe for her to be a ninja.
She almost scoffed at that last one as her left foot came down on a small puddle of water, throwiwng splashes up onto the black robe she'd hurriedly put on in an attempt to get away from her parents' bickering. Or, that was her excuse. To herself. Deep down she knew what she was trying to do. If her parents weren't going to tell her, she was damn well going to find out.
The Academy was where most of the village's records were kept. Well, it wasn't exactly the academy, but at some point the administrative workload fell over so much that one could hardly begin to differentiate where different paperwork was supposed to end up. Including, of course, any birth records that were deemed safe enough to not be locked away in the village vaults. And as much as children liked to think they were special, Ria at the very least knew there couldn't have been that much surrounding her birth that it would become a village secret.
At the very least, knowing who her actual parents were might help put her worries at rest. Or her parents' worries.
The girl walked into the Academy through the open doors, throwing the hood off her face and looking around with semi-damp hair. The corridor leading from the entrance was empty, but she could hear shuffling from within the rooms and from above, through the staircase on her left. There were still people, and no wonder, it was only four in the evening. The rain had made the skies look so much darker than they would at this time of the day, and Ria plodded her way up the stairs, going for the public-yet-not-really archives. Her sensei had once mentioned it was open to Genin, and she technically was a Genin, even if she'd just graduated a few days ago.
Sliding the door open, Ria walked into the dark room, not bothering to flick on the lights and simply using light spilling in from the corridor to help aid her in her search, as drawer after drawer was opened and files sifted through quickly, looking for an 'R' or a 'P', completely unaware to her surroundings.
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Ria huffed as she stomped her way out in the rain, feet carrying her quickly to the Academy.
She'd always knew deep down that she wasn't her parents' child. It didn't take a detective to put two-and-two together that brunettes simply didn't give way to blondes. However, it was one thing to know it, and another thing to know it, just as how she'd just heard her parents argue over whether to speak to her about being an adopted child. Of course, it wouldn't be the first time; there had to be something about this one that made it so much more different than the one she'd had back when she was seven, or four, or- the ages all just blended together after awhile. She couldn't remember. Point being, this wasn't the first time she'd heard her mother speak about it, but it was the first time she'd heard her parents argue with each other in the kitchen, being so vocal about whether they should speak to her about it, whatever it was, due to her adoption and whether it was safe for her to be a ninja.
She almost scoffed at that last one as her left foot came down on a small puddle of water, throwiwng splashes up onto the black robe she'd hurriedly put on in an attempt to get away from her parents' bickering. Or, that was her excuse. To herself. Deep down she knew what she was trying to do. If her parents weren't going to tell her, she was damn well going to find out.
The Academy was where most of the village's records were kept. Well, it wasn't exactly the academy, but at some point the administrative workload fell over so much that one could hardly begin to differentiate where different paperwork was supposed to end up. Including, of course, any birth records that were deemed safe enough to not be locked away in the village vaults. And as much as children liked to think they were special, Ria at the very least knew there couldn't have been that much surrounding her birth that it would become a village secret.
At the very least, knowing who her actual parents were might help put her worries at rest. Or her parents' worries.
The girl walked into the Academy through the open doors, throwing the hood off her face and looking around with semi-damp hair. The corridor leading from the entrance was empty, but she could hear shuffling from within the rooms and from above, through the staircase on her left. There were still people, and no wonder, it was only four in the evening. The rain had made the skies look so much darker than they would at this time of the day, and Ria plodded her way up the stairs, going for the public-yet-not-really archives. Her sensei had once mentioned it was open to Genin, and she technically was a Genin, even if she'd just graduated a few days ago.
Sliding the door open, Ria walked into the dark room, not bothering to flick on the lights and simply using light spilling in from the corridor to help aid her in her search, as drawer after drawer was opened and files sifted through quickly, looking for an 'R' or a 'P', completely unaware to her surroundings.
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