1 A New Life: Part 1 (Invite only) Mon Jun 25, 2012 1:42 am
Jojo Kaguya
D-rank
An ease of the afternoon, or would it be rather known as an evening though it was not close enough to be what would be called as dark. As it were she had went home immediately and entered that house through its front gate which was a mistake. She would notice her mother’s tear stained face from all that eyeliner. She merely shook her head, went forward up the steps to her room, and shut the door. She would grab that satchel of hers and began packing it with her individual body length tunics. Along with the necessary clothing she had easily made necessary to pack essentially all the things she owned. Tying the jade necklace around her neck and changing into a red tunic that fit her nicely to where she noted it was backless and her hair would be pinned up in a traditional bun hairstyle. She would leave in this manner.
With an ease to her mental stability she slung the sack of clothing and other material items that were hers onto her shoulder and with the final knots to her headband around her neck she would head out. Her mother instantly hounded her and glowered, “You ungrateful child,” Slap across the face, “How dare you make a fool of our family!” Again another slap against the same cheek but Jojo only took the punishment. Jojo would look at her mother, “You really were a pitiful ninja weren’t you? I can defiantly tell that the path I walk is one that will bring true honor to our clan and its name.” With such harsh words made she would begin to walk out and head towards the center of town. It was as if the very stability of the mental situation of her own family was at hand. She had packed clothes, her family scrolls, her ninja passport, and with that a single scroll portrait of the whole family when it was happy, when she was only five. She would walk out of there and head to the tallest home and with a smile she would knock three times to the door with an ease to her mentality. Tattoos along her forearms and her back completely visible as such.
With an ease to her mental stability she slung the sack of clothing and other material items that were hers onto her shoulder and with the final knots to her headband around her neck she would head out. Her mother instantly hounded her and glowered, “You ungrateful child,” Slap across the face, “How dare you make a fool of our family!” Again another slap against the same cheek but Jojo only took the punishment. Jojo would look at her mother, “You really were a pitiful ninja weren’t you? I can defiantly tell that the path I walk is one that will bring true honor to our clan and its name.” With such harsh words made she would begin to walk out and head towards the center of town. It was as if the very stability of the mental situation of her own family was at hand. She had packed clothes, her family scrolls, her ninja passport, and with that a single scroll portrait of the whole family when it was happy, when she was only five. She would walk out of there and head to the tallest home and with a smile she would knock three times to the door with an ease to her mentality. Tattoos along her forearms and her back completely visible as such.