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Let's Play { Invite Only } Thu Feb 08, 2018 12:53 am
Ria Pen
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28Ria paced. And paced. And paced.
"Time's not going to pass any sooner, sweety," came the soothing voice of her mother, followed by the ding of the cash register.
"But mom, I'm so boooored!" Ria protested, earning a look of amusement on her mother's face, mirrored by that of the passing customer. She shot him a glare, but her attempt at intimidation only got a laugh out of the sixty-year-old fossil, who had the gall to lean down and pinch her cheek before walking out.
"Now, now, Ria, no scaring off the customers," her mother quipped wittily. Ria turned her glare on her mother.
"It's been a week. I need my headband. I want my headband."
"And you'll get your headband, sweety. The village just needs time to process that you're a ninja now."
Ria almost groaned at that. That excuse must've been torn and shredded with how often people liked to use it, but she couldn't protest any more than she already did. There was no magic word that would get the village to just let her do something ninja-like and cool. Her anxiety was probably not a good sign of being a ninja, but sue her, she was excited.
"You still going on about that?" came the gruff voice of her father. "And I thought I'd heard the last of it when I put you to bed last night."
"Nope," she said defiantly, lips pouting.
"Well, how about you go play outside? It might take your mind off it," he suggested, bending down to pat her on the head...
... which she dodged out of the way of, sprinting to the entrance of their little shop. "Nope!" she protested again, though even she couldn't pinpoint if her refusal was directed at calming down, or going out to play. Her decision was made two seconds later when she skipped out the front door, just needing something to do. She could've sworn she heard the cheeky laugh of her parents coming from within the shop.
Their little convenience store, the Blue Sparrow, was one of the smaller ones, but it still drew in its fair share of a crowd. Ria didn't know the specifics and economics of it all but she was pretty sure the fact they were opposite a playground had something to do with the reception they got. There weren't currently any parents, but she could still see the silhouettes of a few children making use of the swings and monopolising the slides and hopping up and down the see-saw with all their might. Most of them she knew, in fact, from her graduating class at the Academy, which rang a few warning bells considering-
"What are you doing here?"
Yes, considering.
Ria wasn't the most popular girl in class, evidently. Twelve-year-olds, apparently, didn't like it when their teacher started telling them their jutsu were outclassed by someone a year younger.
"I want to play on the swing," she replied casually.
"Well, we don't want to play with you!"
"Yeah!"
To her credit, there were a few sympathetic faces in the group, but ultimately the herd mentality that they hadn't worked out of their system (not that she knew what it was) compelled them all to retreat to one of their houses, where apparently 'the backyard was bigger, better, and funner than this one'. With a resigned sigh, Ria plopped herself down on the swing, pushing front and back and letting the sway take her. She hoped her Genin team wouldn't be as bad.
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"Time's not going to pass any sooner, sweety," came the soothing voice of her mother, followed by the ding of the cash register.
"But mom, I'm so boooored!" Ria protested, earning a look of amusement on her mother's face, mirrored by that of the passing customer. She shot him a glare, but her attempt at intimidation only got a laugh out of the sixty-year-old fossil, who had the gall to lean down and pinch her cheek before walking out.
"Now, now, Ria, no scaring off the customers," her mother quipped wittily. Ria turned her glare on her mother.
"It's been a week. I need my headband. I want my headband."
"And you'll get your headband, sweety. The village just needs time to process that you're a ninja now."
Ria almost groaned at that. That excuse must've been torn and shredded with how often people liked to use it, but she couldn't protest any more than she already did. There was no magic word that would get the village to just let her do something ninja-like and cool. Her anxiety was probably not a good sign of being a ninja, but sue her, she was excited.
"You still going on about that?" came the gruff voice of her father. "And I thought I'd heard the last of it when I put you to bed last night."
"Nope," she said defiantly, lips pouting.
"Well, how about you go play outside? It might take your mind off it," he suggested, bending down to pat her on the head...
... which she dodged out of the way of, sprinting to the entrance of their little shop. "Nope!" she protested again, though even she couldn't pinpoint if her refusal was directed at calming down, or going out to play. Her decision was made two seconds later when she skipped out the front door, just needing something to do. She could've sworn she heard the cheeky laugh of her parents coming from within the shop.
Their little convenience store, the Blue Sparrow, was one of the smaller ones, but it still drew in its fair share of a crowd. Ria didn't know the specifics and economics of it all but she was pretty sure the fact they were opposite a playground had something to do with the reception they got. There weren't currently any parents, but she could still see the silhouettes of a few children making use of the swings and monopolising the slides and hopping up and down the see-saw with all their might. Most of them she knew, in fact, from her graduating class at the Academy, which rang a few warning bells considering-
"What are you doing here?"
Yes, considering.
Ria wasn't the most popular girl in class, evidently. Twelve-year-olds, apparently, didn't like it when their teacher started telling them their jutsu were outclassed by someone a year younger.
"I want to play on the swing," she replied casually.
"Well, we don't want to play with you!"
"Yeah!"
To her credit, there were a few sympathetic faces in the group, but ultimately the herd mentality that they hadn't worked out of their system (not that she knew what it was) compelled them all to retreat to one of their houses, where apparently 'the backyard was bigger, better, and funner than this one'. With a resigned sigh, Ria plopped herself down on the swing, pushing front and back and letting the sway take her. She hoped her Genin team wouldn't be as bad.
Words { 609 | 609 }
Hokage: 
Kazekage: 
Raikage: 
Tsuchikage: 
Mizukage: 