1 Calm before the Sand Storm [open/no kill] Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:23 pm
Chikamatsu Ren
D-rank
So far today the day had been hardly interesting at all. His parents held the usual boring conversation at breakfast; discussing things like politics, how the kazekage should do this and that to improve life in the village, and other things that just didn't interest Ren in the least bit. His puppet, Kuraku, was in the shop for some much needed upgrades and maintenance, so it wasn't exactly like he could practice his puppetry right now which happened to vastly contribute to the young boy's boredom. So instead of lazing around the young genin had decided to go for a walk, or rather on an expedition considering how fast he fatigued on long walks.
He had left his home at about nine in the morning, around the usual time and had set off towards the southern area of the village. As he had been walking he took care to make sure to not run into anyone, but also to pay attention to all of the going ons of the village. After all, anything could prove to be interesting enough to entertain the boy for at least a little while. Only nothing proved to be up to that task today. Everything was proving to be overly dull, and Ren seriously couldn't take any more of it. He wanted something exciting to happen. He didn't care what it was, it just needed to happen.
It was just past noon now and Ren had found himself a nice little shady spot at the side of a building to rest in. So he had plopped himself down with his back resting against the building. However as the young boy sat here he took notice of a change in the weather and the actions of the citizens of the village around him. The wind had picked up considerably from this morning and now causing his grey toned purple cloak to billow around him. The various peoples of the village seemed to be much more hurried in their daily tasks now. Even the desert lizards that skirted through the sands seemed to be going for some sort of cover. "Aww what's wrong," Ren called out to the lizards as he forced himself up onto his feet in order to get a better view while looking around with his mismatching orbs.
A small hand reached up from under his cloak to hold his hood in place as he began to wander again. He continued to take note of various people's reactions to the constantly changing weather. He even heard mothers as they beckoned their children to play inside. Something was coming and deep down in the pit of Ren's stomach he knew exactly what it was. Every sand dweller knew what it was, but none wanted to admit it. "A sand storm is coming... How fun! How fun!" Ren cried as he spun around. When he finally came to a stop the street around him was practically barren and he could see the dusty sand rising off of the eastern wall.
He had left his home at about nine in the morning, around the usual time and had set off towards the southern area of the village. As he had been walking he took care to make sure to not run into anyone, but also to pay attention to all of the going ons of the village. After all, anything could prove to be interesting enough to entertain the boy for at least a little while. Only nothing proved to be up to that task today. Everything was proving to be overly dull, and Ren seriously couldn't take any more of it. He wanted something exciting to happen. He didn't care what it was, it just needed to happen.
It was just past noon now and Ren had found himself a nice little shady spot at the side of a building to rest in. So he had plopped himself down with his back resting against the building. However as the young boy sat here he took notice of a change in the weather and the actions of the citizens of the village around him. The wind had picked up considerably from this morning and now causing his grey toned purple cloak to billow around him. The various peoples of the village seemed to be much more hurried in their daily tasks now. Even the desert lizards that skirted through the sands seemed to be going for some sort of cover. "Aww what's wrong," Ren called out to the lizards as he forced himself up onto his feet in order to get a better view while looking around with his mismatching orbs.
A small hand reached up from under his cloak to hold his hood in place as he began to wander again. He continued to take note of various people's reactions to the constantly changing weather. He even heard mothers as they beckoned their children to play inside. Something was coming and deep down in the pit of Ren's stomach he knew exactly what it was. Every sand dweller knew what it was, but none wanted to admit it. "A sand storm is coming... How fun! How fun!" Ren cried as he spun around. When he finally came to a stop the street around him was practically barren and he could see the dusty sand rising off of the eastern wall.
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