1 Naturalistic Observation [Open | No Kill] Mon May 05, 2014 1:36 am
Daraku
D-rank
Daraku sat atop one of the establishments along the bazaar in Sunagakure, in the middle of the day. It was near half past noon and the sun in the sky beamed down on the sands, keeping the air hot and humid. He watched from his perch as drones of people moved, from shop to shop, through the street. Loud yelling and excited squeals were the only present sounds, drowning all else out and occupying the vicinity with an uncomfortable volume that put a strain the ears. Daraku was there for little to no concrete reason aside from gathering his thoughts. He was still in disbelief at his uncle's demise and his coping mechanism was denying its truth, acting as if it had never happened. His expression was dull and lifeless as his eyes followed the attractive ones in the crowd and he rated them by their appearance. She's cute. 8/10. He's nice but too short, 7.5/10. She's hot. 10/10. She's hot too, holy shit. 11/10. He's disgusting, fuck. 2/10. he rolled his eyes and reclined, pressing his back against the hard clay rooftop and shifting his feet to support his new position.
The Sannin's eyes were level to the clouds and he watched them pass, just like the people but with more distinct paths as they flowed in the air like colossal wisps. He wondered what he would do if he were a cloud, without obligations or stress. Just float around and make rain and shit. Pretty cool. "Beats this whole human gig, that's for sure..." he mumbled to himself before rolling onto his side and looking back down to the crowds. Their noise had died down a bit but he was still thoroughly annoyed with all of them, although far too lazy to move now. He was never the type of person who enjoyed social situations or people in general, and even watching the commotion from a safe distance was just as stressful. The true definition of a cynic. He wanted to continue rating them but he was beginning to grow drowzy, and the clutches of sleep struggled to pull him into their grasp, to coax him into a long nap under the warm sun.
The Sannin's eyes were level to the clouds and he watched them pass, just like the people but with more distinct paths as they flowed in the air like colossal wisps. He wondered what he would do if he were a cloud, without obligations or stress. Just float around and make rain and shit. Pretty cool. "Beats this whole human gig, that's for sure..." he mumbled to himself before rolling onto his side and looking back down to the crowds. Their noise had died down a bit but he was still thoroughly annoyed with all of them, although far too lazy to move now. He was never the type of person who enjoyed social situations or people in general, and even watching the commotion from a safe distance was just as stressful. The true definition of a cynic. He wanted to continue rating them but he was beginning to grow drowzy, and the clutches of sleep struggled to pull him into their grasp, to coax him into a long nap under the warm sun.