1 The Aesthetics of Sand [Invite-only/No-kill] Wed Jun 08, 2016 12:04 pm
Ren Sabaku
D-rank
The Festival of Dunes, a time of year where citizens of the village would come together and celebrate their way of life. Many of the more patriotic citizens would view it as a necessary time to look at the country and to celebrate it in some sense. Others, including Ren, would view it as just another party for everyone to take their minds off of the harsh realities of life. Besides, what a dumb name for it... there had to have been a better choice for it, or someone needed to be fired from their job.
Although, it was a nice night, out of the many parties this one also brought the best out of most people. A large gathering of people would meet in the Bazaar and things would be for sale, people eating and drinking and being merry. Decorations would line the streets and there were always fireworks at the end, which Ren did so enjoy. This year, she accompanied her two brothers, who all but had to drag her out of the house to go, given how little she cared for it all. They on the other hand were avid patrons of the cheap alcohol and promiscuous women, so almost directly upon arrival, they both disappeared one at a time to wherever their night would take them.
This little tidbit left Ren to wander around a bit, seeing the sites and picking her spirit up a little just by how happy everyone else seemed. After wandering for a moment she decided to make a stop, finding a nearby tea shop with a great view of the central block of the Grand Bazaar. Sitting down at a table just outside the small shop, she looked around and began to observe the people all bustling about. Ordering a house tea to sip on while she waited around, watching the occasional firework set off and smiling at each one. Ren came to a point where she would fold her arms across the table and rest her head apathetically on her arms. Taking a sip of her tea and watching people stumble around this evening and make fools of themselves.
All the while the shop she sat at began to fill up and Ren was stuck waiting for something to happen. Perhaps someone to distract her or a bit of a show to get put on. But for the meantime, there was a drunk man (or becoming drunk?) who was about to make a fool of himself trying to carry three cups at the same time across the street. There was a cliche scenario you don't get to witness in actual time every day...
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Although, it was a nice night, out of the many parties this one also brought the best out of most people. A large gathering of people would meet in the Bazaar and things would be for sale, people eating and drinking and being merry. Decorations would line the streets and there were always fireworks at the end, which Ren did so enjoy. This year, she accompanied her two brothers, who all but had to drag her out of the house to go, given how little she cared for it all. They on the other hand were avid patrons of the cheap alcohol and promiscuous women, so almost directly upon arrival, they both disappeared one at a time to wherever their night would take them.
This little tidbit left Ren to wander around a bit, seeing the sites and picking her spirit up a little just by how happy everyone else seemed. After wandering for a moment she decided to make a stop, finding a nearby tea shop with a great view of the central block of the Grand Bazaar. Sitting down at a table just outside the small shop, she looked around and began to observe the people all bustling about. Ordering a house tea to sip on while she waited around, watching the occasional firework set off and smiling at each one. Ren came to a point where she would fold her arms across the table and rest her head apathetically on her arms. Taking a sip of her tea and watching people stumble around this evening and make fools of themselves.
All the while the shop she sat at began to fill up and Ren was stuck waiting for something to happen. Perhaps someone to distract her or a bit of a show to get put on. But for the meantime, there was a drunk man (or becoming drunk?) who was about to make a fool of himself trying to carry three cups at the same time across the street. There was a cliche scenario you don't get to witness in actual time every day...
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