Day Time Affairs Part 1 (Private/Ask)
Oct 13, 2012 16:17:16 GMT -8
Post by Shomakuso on Oct 13, 2012 16:17:16 GMT -8
Kusagakure, the Village Hidden in the Grass. A rather strange, unique, mysterious, illusive little hide out among the forested lands that surrounded in. Though deep within its walls, deep within its hidden lands were the strangest of people. They liked...rice without salt? THE MADNESS! The uneasy sight of a young hooded female could be noticed just outside a common-place stand near the stalls of a much larger, and more populated weapons stand. That look that said, the fuck did you just say? Normally timid, shy, loving, and embraceable. She had been ticked off, they gave her rice without a pinch of salt and refused to address that she requested it with salt.
("I wanted SALT!, just give me some, and I can leave,")
The young woman repeated, only to be waved away, and addressed in a shameful manner. They were willing to call the guards over something like this?! Oh come ON!, she continued to shake her hand as she turned around in place, dropping the bowl on the counter upside down, and just slowly moving away. Not taking any want in leaving despite a strong need to do so. She was ticked, and the only thing that could solve that was something sweet, the company of someone, and a quick run among the village from the shadows, and a book. Don't forget a book.
She slowly moved out of the stands little cotton cloth hangers, and walked back out into the crowd of strange Visitors, Merchants, and Shinobi. What a life, boredom. Normally she liked that but the hidden senses deep down inside of her, the apex senses quickly flooded her mind. She wanted to hunt, she wanted to fight, she wanted to ma- CANDY! The young female quickly turned her glances away from the crowd, and onto a stand filled with the most delicious looking Cotton Candy, and Candy Apples.
("I'll take two of each, and aaaaa! I'll take a Candy Apple dipped in Cotton Candy!,")
She managed to finish up with placing her finger against the brim of her chin; the young pale, purple tinted young female glared at the "cook" and simply waited. Her slightly slanted eyes following his every movement, her unique purple yang markings flooded her cheeks, and circled her eyes. She was interested in her foods, and she was more then willing to show it.