1 Becoming a Better Person [Private, Training] Wed May 28, 2014 11:09 pm
Kaia~Mai
D-rank
A beam of light shot through the wooden crate she called a home causing the child to startle awake and flinch against the bright invasion. She had no alarm clock but that meant little when the sunlight was as bright as could be when it finally did hit the alley way she was hidden away in. The reason she was sleeping in a wooden crate was simple enough: she had no true place to call home. She figured she likely had had a rather normal life at some point, but when that point was was anyone's guess. She had no idea about the majority of her past and had simply awoken one morning, on the very crate she had been sleeping in, and had picked up her life from that point.
The crate in question had gotten some decorating done to it, or rather was made more comfortable and suitable for living in. She had found straps of cotton that hadn't made it into pillows because it wasn't of the needed quality. She had picked it out of the garbage, given it a very good wash, and then spent a good while drying it out in the sunlight before using the majority of it to pad the bottom of the crate for more comfort - the bottom being the side since she turned it that way so she could get in and out with the lid acting as a door - and had put the remaining cotton around the sides so she didn't bump herself. She had then found some straps of cloth that had likewise been disposed off and had borrowed some nails and a hammer from one of the kinder merchants. Those straps of cloth had been added to the interior of the crate to help block out any wind or coldness that would have otherwise seeped through, furthering to add to her comfort. It wasn't a pretty job, but it was better than sleeping in what was essentially a wooden box with no comfort at all. She never had to worry about the crate being moved, as most knew she called it home and didn't bother with it.
With that said, it meant that as Kaia Mai started to stretch she didn't bump against wood and instead her fingertips brushed against the softness of cloth covered cotton. She was getting a little too big for the crate and knew that eventually sleeping in the thing would become uncomfortable and she would have to find something else to call home, but today wasn't that day. No, today was a day of training and improving herself. If she wanted to take any of the missions available she was going to have to do a lot of soul searching, figuring out who she was, and improve it from there. No one was perfect, but Kaia Mai secretly strived to be.
So after another round of glaring at the light filtering through the one slit in the crate she reached her hands up and rubbed gently at her eyes; getting all of the sand and sleep out of them. Her stomach was empty, she knew this and could feel it, but it no longer grumbled or made the sounds a normal persons stomach made. Hunger was just something she was far too used to at this point. With a yawn she sat up, her head not even skimming against the top of the crate yet: yes she would have to find a new home but not for a few months yet, or perhaps longer if this newest growth spurt stopped.
Total Words: 596 Words
Perception E - E1: 596 - 75 = 521
Perception E1 - E2: 521 - 150 = 371
Perception E2 - E3: 371 - 225 = 146
Perception E3 - D: 146 / 300
The crate in question had gotten some decorating done to it, or rather was made more comfortable and suitable for living in. She had found straps of cotton that hadn't made it into pillows because it wasn't of the needed quality. She had picked it out of the garbage, given it a very good wash, and then spent a good while drying it out in the sunlight before using the majority of it to pad the bottom of the crate for more comfort - the bottom being the side since she turned it that way so she could get in and out with the lid acting as a door - and had put the remaining cotton around the sides so she didn't bump herself. She had then found some straps of cloth that had likewise been disposed off and had borrowed some nails and a hammer from one of the kinder merchants. Those straps of cloth had been added to the interior of the crate to help block out any wind or coldness that would have otherwise seeped through, furthering to add to her comfort. It wasn't a pretty job, but it was better than sleeping in what was essentially a wooden box with no comfort at all. She never had to worry about the crate being moved, as most knew she called it home and didn't bother with it.
With that said, it meant that as Kaia Mai started to stretch she didn't bump against wood and instead her fingertips brushed against the softness of cloth covered cotton. She was getting a little too big for the crate and knew that eventually sleeping in the thing would become uncomfortable and she would have to find something else to call home, but today wasn't that day. No, today was a day of training and improving herself. If she wanted to take any of the missions available she was going to have to do a lot of soul searching, figuring out who she was, and improve it from there. No one was perfect, but Kaia Mai secretly strived to be.
So after another round of glaring at the light filtering through the one slit in the crate she reached her hands up and rubbed gently at her eyes; getting all of the sand and sleep out of them. Her stomach was empty, she knew this and could feel it, but it no longer grumbled or made the sounds a normal persons stomach made. Hunger was just something she was far too used to at this point. With a yawn she sat up, her head not even skimming against the top of the crate yet: yes she would have to find a new home but not for a few months yet, or perhaps longer if this newest growth spurt stopped.
Total Words: 596 Words
Perception E - E1: 596 - 75 = 521
Perception E1 - E2: 521 - 150 = 371
Perception E2 - E3: 371 - 225 = 146
Perception E3 - D: 146 / 300