1 Once Upon A Midnight Dreary [Daraku/Private/No Kill] Sun Aug 30, 2015 9:58 pm
Masayoshi Mari
D-rank
The moonlight shone down on a misty fog, making the low clouds glow with a white gleam. The air was cold with a midnight chill, the Mist layering the barren rocks of the base of the mountain. At the entrance to a lonely tomb, a hooded figure stood with a book in hand. The hood was large, covering most of the girl's face, shrouding it in the darkness like the night. Lining the sleeves of her coat there were ties, with black buttons lining down the center of the chest. As she walked, the coat flowed with her steps, almost giving the appearance of a ghost. Her black boots blended with the Mist. A passerby would indeed only see the torso and above, the face nothing but a void of blackness. But the girl's intention was not to scare anyone. In fact she came here at this time of night precisely because not so many people should have been here.
Mari continued heading to the entrance of the tomb. Her book, a journal, she held close to her chest. The air of silence was accompanied by the sound of shuffling foot steps. Silence was something the girl was accustomed to, even with such an eerie surroundings. For the longest time her home had been inhabited by that sound ever since her parents had long left the house over seven years ago.
Her current personal mission was to visit the tombs of Kumogakure, the Arbiter's Ground. History could be found all across the the Village, like such conventional places like a library to even the natural wonders of Mt. Ikkyu. But the girl had the idea that history should be experienced firsthand. And a tomb filled with the greatest warriors of Kumogakure seemed to be the best option. It was a less explored place than the normal tourist attractions, which frankly, Mari had been getting tired of. She had come here to explore the chuunin exams and experience new things, and after a while the cafes, restaurants, and natural wonders became a bit repetitive. Sure it was nothing like it was in Suna, but she was feeling just a little bit more adventurous that night.
Her sleep schedule continued was never exactly something that stayed routine. She had taken a long nap earlier that day and had just woken up a few hours before. Now close to the middle of the night, the girl found herself alone in front a stone tomb. The only complaint she had was that it was a little more colder than she was used to. In the desert of course, chilly winds took over the night. Yet this wet, misty cold was something she surely never experienced before and something she didn't like experiencing at all. She shivered slightly, holding herself for warmth.
The moon peaked out from clouds in the sky, providing what little light around her. Mari stopped, the most surrounding her in swirls. She held out her book and reached for a trusty pencil behind her left ear. After flipping it through her fingers she put the writing tool to the paper.
It is very cold, a wet kind of cold, so it is rather uncomfortable as well. There does not seem to be anyone else around, which shall allow this trip to go down very smoothly. It is just as I imagined coming to the tomb this late, though it feels much more thrilling in person than what I can write down on paper....
She sighed to herself, unsure of what to write down next. She enjoyed coming down to secluded places to find inspiration to write down something interesting in her journal rather than have a daily repetitive routine kept in there. Yet she was here and she didn't quite seem to be finding anything worth writing about except cold weather and being alone. Her blue eyes reflected the moonlight as she scanned the half empty page once more, rereading the few sentences she had wrote. Mari began tapping her pencil to the page, as if impatiently waiting for some spark of interest to get her writing again. "Hmmm..."
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Mari continued heading to the entrance of the tomb. Her book, a journal, she held close to her chest. The air of silence was accompanied by the sound of shuffling foot steps. Silence was something the girl was accustomed to, even with such an eerie surroundings. For the longest time her home had been inhabited by that sound ever since her parents had long left the house over seven years ago.
Her current personal mission was to visit the tombs of Kumogakure, the Arbiter's Ground. History could be found all across the the Village, like such conventional places like a library to even the natural wonders of Mt. Ikkyu. But the girl had the idea that history should be experienced firsthand. And a tomb filled with the greatest warriors of Kumogakure seemed to be the best option. It was a less explored place than the normal tourist attractions, which frankly, Mari had been getting tired of. She had come here to explore the chuunin exams and experience new things, and after a while the cafes, restaurants, and natural wonders became a bit repetitive. Sure it was nothing like it was in Suna, but she was feeling just a little bit more adventurous that night.
Her sleep schedule continued was never exactly something that stayed routine. She had taken a long nap earlier that day and had just woken up a few hours before. Now close to the middle of the night, the girl found herself alone in front a stone tomb. The only complaint she had was that it was a little more colder than she was used to. In the desert of course, chilly winds took over the night. Yet this wet, misty cold was something she surely never experienced before and something she didn't like experiencing at all. She shivered slightly, holding herself for warmth.
The moon peaked out from clouds in the sky, providing what little light around her. Mari stopped, the most surrounding her in swirls. She held out her book and reached for a trusty pencil behind her left ear. After flipping it through her fingers she put the writing tool to the paper.
It is very cold, a wet kind of cold, so it is rather uncomfortable as well. There does not seem to be anyone else around, which shall allow this trip to go down very smoothly. It is just as I imagined coming to the tomb this late, though it feels much more thrilling in person than what I can write down on paper....
She sighed to herself, unsure of what to write down next. She enjoyed coming down to secluded places to find inspiration to write down something interesting in her journal rather than have a daily repetitive routine kept in there. Yet she was here and she didn't quite seem to be finding anything worth writing about except cold weather and being alone. Her blue eyes reflected the moonlight as she scanned the half empty page once more, rereading the few sentences she had wrote. Mari began tapping her pencil to the page, as if impatiently waiting for some spark of interest to get her writing again. "Hmmm..."
693 Total Words
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