1 A Night by the Monument [Invite only - Retsu] Fri Apr 20, 2018 9:08 pm
Meiyo
D-rank
The breeze was warm as it drifted lazily across the village. It carried an earthy scent with it that smelled particularly refreshing against the scents of soap, dust and a spritz too much of rose petal perfume that wafted about a small girl. She breathed it in deeply. After a morning too long of scrubbing the homes of her elderly neighbors, she was ready to smell something other than the pungent odors best only described as ‘old person scent’. It was musty, it was stale, it was awful. Though she couldn’t complain too much. These were her neighbors, the closest people she knew to a family. Helping around their homes queued into the deepest part of her soul - to be helpful.
So no matter how much she’d end up smelling soapy and leave bruised from long hours scrubbing floors, she had to keep smiling. Raising an arm above her head against the sun as it fell behind the Hokage heads, the evidence of the day showed in patches of grayed wraps around her arms. They hung loosely and needed to be replaced. “Oh well.” She hummed. She stretched both arms, relaxing against the stretch of her tender back muscles. She folded them behind her head against the tree she rested under. The sunlight crisscrossed the sky with oranges and pinks, peering down in soft streams through the branches and leaves across the ground. One stream caught a couple of the colored beads on the brown leather bracelet on her wrist. They refracted the light brightly, tossing purple and blue light to dance about in the shadows of the surrounding grove.
Today she was resting in the Honored Shinobi Monument Grove, where a proud rock stood in black with engraved names all over each slated face. She herself didn’t know any of the names, though sometimes she wondered if maybe she could find a family member on there one day. As an orphan left on the steps without a word, she could only dream and wonder. It was a peaceful place to do so too. There weren’t many people traveling through this late afternoon. And those that did, did so respectfully.
The sun began its slow descent behind the Hokage mountain. The white fluffy clouds now drifted with a twilight sheen of purples and blues. Stars began shining here and there as the Moon begun to make her debut from behind thicker clouds. With the change, the breeze cooled quickly. Tickling goosebumps traveled down her arms. Dressed in simple black shorts and a red t-shirt she was bound to catch a chill. With luck, she had remembered to bring a jacket, of which hung just a couple branches away. She stood up from her seat on the ground and dusted off the back of her pants. No one wanted to see a dirty booty. Long rainbow hair fell about to her waist, drifting around her like a wistful cloak. Going to grab her jacket she realized she was no longer alone. Carefully she picked it up and slipped it on. “Hello, what are you doing way out here?” She spoke, unsure who it could be. Friend, foe, villager - she wasn’t sure at first, but curious to find out. It wasn’t common for anyone to be out in the night by this monument. She would know, she was one of the weirdos of the night to stay long enough.
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So no matter how much she’d end up smelling soapy and leave bruised from long hours scrubbing floors, she had to keep smiling. Raising an arm above her head against the sun as it fell behind the Hokage heads, the evidence of the day showed in patches of grayed wraps around her arms. They hung loosely and needed to be replaced. “Oh well.” She hummed. She stretched both arms, relaxing against the stretch of her tender back muscles. She folded them behind her head against the tree she rested under. The sunlight crisscrossed the sky with oranges and pinks, peering down in soft streams through the branches and leaves across the ground. One stream caught a couple of the colored beads on the brown leather bracelet on her wrist. They refracted the light brightly, tossing purple and blue light to dance about in the shadows of the surrounding grove.
Today she was resting in the Honored Shinobi Monument Grove, where a proud rock stood in black with engraved names all over each slated face. She herself didn’t know any of the names, though sometimes she wondered if maybe she could find a family member on there one day. As an orphan left on the steps without a word, she could only dream and wonder. It was a peaceful place to do so too. There weren’t many people traveling through this late afternoon. And those that did, did so respectfully.
The sun began its slow descent behind the Hokage mountain. The white fluffy clouds now drifted with a twilight sheen of purples and blues. Stars began shining here and there as the Moon begun to make her debut from behind thicker clouds. With the change, the breeze cooled quickly. Tickling goosebumps traveled down her arms. Dressed in simple black shorts and a red t-shirt she was bound to catch a chill. With luck, she had remembered to bring a jacket, of which hung just a couple branches away. She stood up from her seat on the ground and dusted off the back of her pants. No one wanted to see a dirty booty. Long rainbow hair fell about to her waist, drifting around her like a wistful cloak. Going to grab her jacket she realized she was no longer alone. Carefully she picked it up and slipped it on. “Hello, what are you doing way out here?” She spoke, unsure who it could be. Friend, foe, villager - she wasn’t sure at first, but curious to find out. It wasn’t common for anyone to be out in the night by this monument. She would know, she was one of the weirdos of the night to stay long enough.
WC 574