1 Just One Meal? [Harichimo / Invite Only] Thu Aug 18, 2016 1:02 am
Cinderella
D-rank
Amber eyes glanced from side to side as hips swayed in a similar fashion. A blazing red mini-dress leaving none of her legs to the imagination, and the tapping of her heels against the pavement lied about her true profession as a kunoichi. No ninja dressed in such impractical wear, where the most flexible of contortions were normally restricted by the material of the clothing, with heels none the more conducive for moving rapidly around. Cinderella, though, was different. Her dress wasn’t made for show, with the ease of which it stretched with exaggerated movements, long sleeves hiding the senbon hidden within, while moving about in her heels for more than strutting were second nature.
The small tug within her stomach yearned for something to fill her. Meat, maybe, since it never failed to sate her hunger. With that preference, Cinderella remained open in her options, in the twists and turns of Iwagakure that tourists often mistook for a sprawling metropolis. She wasn’t too far from home, just several blocks away, and the cloudy skies promised a warm day free of the scorching heat of the sun. Others shared her sentiment as children raced on the cobblestone steps and women flocked to each other in gossiping pairs to point fingers at anything eye-catching, sometimes herself.
Her roaming eyes fixated on a small child, actively hopping and pointing at the entrance of a shop. He was joined at the hands with an elderly woman who looked at him with such a loving gaze, hair graying and pulled into a bun, with loose strands falling around her face in frazzles. Cinder followed her squinting eyes to the bolded, neon sign proclaiming the best noodles in town from a newly opened business. From the periphery of her vision, the two figures made their way through the rotating door, the child sprinting forward first in his excitement.
Feeling in the mood for new flavours, Cinderella followed the enthusiastic pair in.
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The small tug within her stomach yearned for something to fill her. Meat, maybe, since it never failed to sate her hunger. With that preference, Cinderella remained open in her options, in the twists and turns of Iwagakure that tourists often mistook for a sprawling metropolis. She wasn’t too far from home, just several blocks away, and the cloudy skies promised a warm day free of the scorching heat of the sun. Others shared her sentiment as children raced on the cobblestone steps and women flocked to each other in gossiping pairs to point fingers at anything eye-catching, sometimes herself.
Her roaming eyes fixated on a small child, actively hopping and pointing at the entrance of a shop. He was joined at the hands with an elderly woman who looked at him with such a loving gaze, hair graying and pulled into a bun, with loose strands falling around her face in frazzles. Cinder followed her squinting eyes to the bolded, neon sign proclaiming the best noodles in town from a newly opened business. From the periphery of her vision, the two figures made their way through the rotating door, the child sprinting forward first in his excitement.
Feeling in the mood for new flavours, Cinderella followed the enthusiastic pair in.
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