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 Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 7:45 pm
Shiro walked through the lounge and eyed the napping ninja. He raised an eyebrow and decided it was best not to comment on the situation.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 7:49 pm
Nyl woke in her room, but quite obviously wasn't about to go anywhere. She couldn't even tell if other people were about in the dojo.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 7:54 pm
Shiro contuned walking down the dorm hallway, past Nyls room and into his own. Sitting down on his hammock, he decided he wasn't tired and wanted somenightly training. He hopped out of his window and began to run around the dojo.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:17 pm
-=Neko rolls over, silently hitting the ground before bounding up into the rafters and deciding on just what he should do=-
((Can't sleep...<.<; ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:20 pm
((I know what you should do, then. razz ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:23 pm
-=As silently as he hopped up, Neko fell from the rafters and went back to Nyls room, knocking lightly before entering, just in case she was awake=-
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:26 pm
Someone knocked. Nyl turned toward the sound, squinting at the door.
"c'min..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:28 pm
-=Neko gave a wave to Shiro, then shut the door behind himself and pulled a chair up next to Nyls bed, and after giving her wounds a quick look-over, sat in it and smiled at Nyl=-
...How you feeling tonight?...
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:28 pm
Coming in from his jog, Shiro decided to head back to his room. On the way back he passed Neko in the hall. He stopped and bowed slightly.
"Oyasumi Neko"
He stood up and continued into his room.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:31 pm
"sore and tired." She gave him a small smile. "Kind of warm, I guess. Dizzy if I try to get up."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:37 pm
Mhmm...Do you want me to get anything for you? You should probably drink some water.
-=Neko coughed a little and started to stand up=-
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:40 pm
"I'm not really thirsty..." She frowned at him. "You're okay, aren't you? I mean...the coughing..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:43 pm
Oh, yeah..It's just a tickle...I'll be right back, you should really drink something...
-=Neko walked out of Nyl's room with a smile, leaving the door open as he want to the kitchen to get a pitcher of water, his smile quickly disappearing as his eyes darted back and forth, as if he were searching for somethig in his mind=-
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:46 pm
((Yay, I can finish this now. ^.^))
The walk was relaxing, and it allowed Mitara to gain a further glimpse of what would now be her new and temporary home. From time to time, her emerald hues gazed lightly at families of trees, scurrying animals, the resting buds of flowers, and anything that called to her attention. She hadn't reached the dojo quite yet, but her arrival was impending. She could almost hear the sound of spirited yells and pounding feet--or maybe she had only heard hooting owls and stomping rabbits just now. Either way, she knew that she was close. There was more determined haste within her step as her stomach fluttered with anticipation; she couldn't wait, the thought of training under some of the finest ninjas emboldened her and made her own fears seem less frightening. She simply had to believe; she had to believe that the masters here would aid her in gaining more experience and nimble skill. She did believe it, as though this sense of predestination had come to her within a dream. And in a sense, this was her dream come true.
Hhm... almost there. Heh, I wonder if anyone would be up at this late hour.
Gingerly, she shifted her right arm a bit, causing the woolen pouch to fall a short distance--it soon rested against the center of her back as her hand maintained a tight hold upon the bag's tenuous strap. Carelessly, she scuttled her left hand through her dark and unkempt locks; subtle breezes had blinded her with a few strands, but she did not allow that to hinder her sight. The night deepening and the hourly change was emphasized by a slow yawn that surpassed her rosy lips. She was clearly tired, and her exhausted state was emphasized by yet another yawn, which lay abrupt behind her left hand (which covered her mouth). Rest was desirable, but she would not find such until her advent. But as she continued along the beaten passageway, the gentle hissing of water began to fill her ears. Soon, the pitter-patter of water droplets tingled against her eardrum; this surprised her somewhat, since she had long passed the lake, and it wasn't raining. "Huh?" Mitara lightly questioned, as her eyes fell from the moral wilderness around her, and soon took to staring straight ahead. She blinked a few times, viewing a sea of green before her--it was grass; strangely, the path had now ended. Her feet softly treaded upon the emerald strands along the ground as her eyes now sought another more vociferous target.
A fountain; it was the cause of the pitter-patter that continued to play against her ears. "A fountain," she mused to herself, as her eyes danced about its structure in slight awe. It was tall, much taller than her almost six-foot stature, and water spurted from its cylindrical top, which ended beneath a clear pool. "Wow, I never knew that dojos could have a fountain." Slowly, Mitara took a short detour from her approach toward the dojo, as she circled the stone structure, observing its intricate design and lucid water. It was really only a curiosity for her; and after a while, she began to feel silly for having such childish admiration for it.
I should leave. Since, the dojo is up ahead, and I should really get some sleep.
With one final glance, she preserved the delicate sight within her memory, secretly promising to return on other circumstances. She began to walk once more, across the underlying grasses as the dojo stood just ahead of her. For a moment, as she now viewed the gargantuan structure, she thought she'd seen someone zip by and wrap around the dojo. She shook her head and attempted to better her sight, but upon second glance, she saw no one. "Hhmm... there could have been someone there." A simple shrug dismissed the matter as she sauntered, her feet smothering the grass as her eyes outlined the polished wood of the dojo. It glinted magnificently within the moonlight, and just from where she stood, she could feel a tremendous aura. The building itself was powerful, and it appeared to enliven her Sangion eye for but a moment. Her forehead tingled with an itch, but the sensation quickly subsided as she left the grass, and soon stepped onto the wooden planks of the dojo's various steps. Once she had climbed them, her body directed her to the grand doors of the red oak dojo. She need only enter; but even that took a while as her eyes bore into the lengthy doors.
Alright. Alright, so this is it then. Heh, it has been two days and three nights. But the trip was worth it...
Thus, with one small breath, she pushed against a single door, and carefully strolled inward--the door fell to a silent close as she stepped away from it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:47 pm
He ran a hand through his hair and placed his hat back on his head. He exhaled, smoke, or breath, or a mixture, escaping his lungs. He leaned forward slightly and blinked, placing the cigarette back between his lips and tucking his hands into his jacket pockets. He looked up at the sky. The clouds slid across the dark sky, illuminated only by the hazy moon. It appeared it would snow sometime tonight. He looked back down and exhaled the smoke-breath-mixture and hopped off the roof.
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