1 Cinnamon rolls do wonders (Open/Training/No-kill) Sun Jun 08, 2014 6:50 pm
Julius
D-rank
A shadowed figured slipped past the compound guards, maneuvering through the twisting maze like hallways without a single sound. The figure’s face was hidden behind a white mask that was painted to resemble the joker card one would find in a deck of playing cards. Yet the mask could not hide the pink eyes in its eye slits, nor could it hide the long messy pink hair from peeking out from the white hood. The clothing that covered the figure’s pale skin was dirty and torn, as if the person had been involved in a fight not too long ago.
The person stopped suddenly, to catch their breath. They stood in front of a door and carefully slid it open. The person took of the mask to reveal a worn out girl’s cut up face. Her lip was cut and bleeding a bit and she had some dirt on her face. She set the porcelain mask down in a drawer and slipped off her other clothes. She went to a closet and took out some clean clothes, a white tank top and light gray sweatpants along with some undergarments and white socks. She opened another door to an onsite bathroom. She placed the clothes down and turns on the shower, hot steamy air filling the large room. She stepped inside and rid herself of all the grime and ailments that plagued her. Afterwards she stepped out and tried herself with a fluffy blue towel before getting dressed. She yawned and stepped out of the bathroom, fully clothed and slipped inside a futon, reading to finally get some sleep.
Yet a restful sleep was not in store for our young genin as the door was loudly slid opened by a busty dirty blonde haired maid “Mistress Aimi! Mistress Aimi! Mistress Aimi wake up!”
Aimi was the pink haired girl’s name, she grumbled, spewing colorful words under her breath, and threw a very sharp looking ballpoint pen at the maid who skillfully dodged, completely unnerved by it as if it was a daily occurrence. Under the covers she growled “Leave me alone Rona!”
The maid who was apparently named Rona huffed at her mistress and grabbed the side of the futon, giving it a good hard yank that caused Aimi to be thrown into the air and flipped out, ungracefully hit the floor headfirst. “Mistress you must wake up! You are too meet with your father”
Aimi groaned painfully as her head made contact with the floor, rubbing it to soothe the throbbing pain as she staggered to stand upright “What the f*** was that for you b***?”
Rona glared at her extremely rude young mistress “You know what exactly that was for. Now get up and go meet your father!”
Aimi leaned back and glared hatefully at the maid before grabbing an alarm clock that was behind her and threw it at the maid’s head that dodged. The moment she dodged, Aimi grabbed a pair of black tennis shoes and tied them on, ignoring Rona who was whining about how she should not be wearing her shoes on indoor. She made her way to her father’s study, tying up her hair in a ponytail and putting on her black bandana before entering, not bothering to knock. A middle age man with dark blue that had strands of grey sighed and rubbed the sides of his head “Why must you torture me so?”
Aimi stuffed her hands in her pockets and leaned back"Cause I f***ing can!"
Her father stood straight and slammed his fists onto his desk “What have I told you about using that language?!”
Aimi rolled her eyes and replied sarcastically “That it is improper behavior of a young lady”
He angrily turned red in the face, multiple tik marks appearing on his forehead “Do not take that tone with me young lady!”Aimi, unaffected by the anger her father was displaying just yawned and looked at him bored. He was at lost for words for a few moments till he slammed his hands on his desk. “Damnit Aimi why can’t you be more like your mother and your sisters”
“Because I don’t want to be like them!”
Her father was about to slap her till a hand stopped him. Both father and daughter turned to face who it was and it was…Rona! “How dare you! Unhand me you wrench”
“Sir, you really should stop. Even the neighbors could her you” Rona replied
Aimi’s father took a moment to compose himself and waved Aimi off “Get out of my sight”
She replied by sticking her tongue out at him. She ran to her room and grabbed her satchel and left the compound. Aimi walked the streets, glaring at everything. She was so sick of her father. She doesn’t want to be proper. She wants to be herself. Aimi’s stomach growled loudly, causing those around her to snicker. She glared at them and stopped by a food cart, ordering a few cinnamon rolls. She carried the box with her and continued her stroll munching on a cinnamon roll all the while, beginning to calm down.
Wordcount: 913
The person stopped suddenly, to catch their breath. They stood in front of a door and carefully slid it open. The person took of the mask to reveal a worn out girl’s cut up face. Her lip was cut and bleeding a bit and she had some dirt on her face. She set the porcelain mask down in a drawer and slipped off her other clothes. She went to a closet and took out some clean clothes, a white tank top and light gray sweatpants along with some undergarments and white socks. She opened another door to an onsite bathroom. She placed the clothes down and turns on the shower, hot steamy air filling the large room. She stepped inside and rid herself of all the grime and ailments that plagued her. Afterwards she stepped out and tried herself with a fluffy blue towel before getting dressed. She yawned and stepped out of the bathroom, fully clothed and slipped inside a futon, reading to finally get some sleep.
Yet a restful sleep was not in store for our young genin as the door was loudly slid opened by a busty dirty blonde haired maid “Mistress Aimi! Mistress Aimi! Mistress Aimi wake up!”
Aimi was the pink haired girl’s name, she grumbled, spewing colorful words under her breath, and threw a very sharp looking ballpoint pen at the maid who skillfully dodged, completely unnerved by it as if it was a daily occurrence. Under the covers she growled “Leave me alone Rona!”
The maid who was apparently named Rona huffed at her mistress and grabbed the side of the futon, giving it a good hard yank that caused Aimi to be thrown into the air and flipped out, ungracefully hit the floor headfirst. “Mistress you must wake up! You are too meet with your father”
Aimi groaned painfully as her head made contact with the floor, rubbing it to soothe the throbbing pain as she staggered to stand upright “What the f*** was that for you b***?”
Rona glared at her extremely rude young mistress “You know what exactly that was for. Now get up and go meet your father!”
Aimi leaned back and glared hatefully at the maid before grabbing an alarm clock that was behind her and threw it at the maid’s head that dodged. The moment she dodged, Aimi grabbed a pair of black tennis shoes and tied them on, ignoring Rona who was whining about how she should not be wearing her shoes on indoor. She made her way to her father’s study, tying up her hair in a ponytail and putting on her black bandana before entering, not bothering to knock. A middle age man with dark blue that had strands of grey sighed and rubbed the sides of his head “Why must you torture me so?”
Aimi stuffed her hands in her pockets and leaned back"Cause I f***ing can!"
Her father stood straight and slammed his fists onto his desk “What have I told you about using that language?!”
Aimi rolled her eyes and replied sarcastically “That it is improper behavior of a young lady”
He angrily turned red in the face, multiple tik marks appearing on his forehead “Do not take that tone with me young lady!”Aimi, unaffected by the anger her father was displaying just yawned and looked at him bored. He was at lost for words for a few moments till he slammed his hands on his desk. “Damnit Aimi why can’t you be more like your mother and your sisters”
“Because I don’t want to be like them!”
Her father was about to slap her till a hand stopped him. Both father and daughter turned to face who it was and it was…Rona! “How dare you! Unhand me you wrench”
“Sir, you really should stop. Even the neighbors could her you” Rona replied
Aimi’s father took a moment to compose himself and waved Aimi off “Get out of my sight”
She replied by sticking her tongue out at him. She ran to her room and grabbed her satchel and left the compound. Aimi walked the streets, glaring at everything. She was so sick of her father. She doesn’t want to be proper. She wants to be herself. Aimi’s stomach growled loudly, causing those around her to snicker. She glared at them and stopped by a food cart, ordering a few cinnamon rolls. She carried the box with her and continued her stroll munching on a cinnamon roll all the while, beginning to calm down.
Wordcount: 913