Oct 27, 2021 5:38:21 GMT
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The scenery doesn't change; on the faded afternoon I'm lying in the deep indigo beneath the overpass. I hear a single clap for my blank-page life.[attr="class","Rose"]
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The sound of quiet footsteps echoed through the Sato manor.
At least they were not as loud as the last few times Erika had tried to steal away from the house. Although she was shy and much of a homebody, the brunette had her moments, moments reflecting her age. Yes, she was eleven years old after all, a mere child in the eyes of any adult. She was used to being watched by her father or her brother, prohibiting her from going out alone. And as all children would feel at some point in their lives, she felt quite repressed. With repression came a strong desire to be free, which only heightened the more she was repressed. It was a vicious cycle, but one that she was sure every person would have to go through until the day they became "real adults.'
She tiptoed her way carefully along the hardwood floors, careful of putting too much of her weight so as to creak the boards. By now Erika had mastered the art of tiptoeing, which with the help of her naturally slender frame, made it much easier to accomplish. She peaked into the large foyer-like room, where her father or her brother usually were sitting if they were not doing some kind of training, in their own respective rooms or out on missions. Her pink pupils blinked once and then twice as she saw that there was no one there. Lucky! She almost let out a giggle, stopping herself midway only because she remembered that she was supposed to be stealthy. The girl continued past the large room, down the hall, glancing right and left for any signs of human activity that could possibly make her feat a failure. After a couple of seconds, she breathed out a soft sigh as she realized that there was no one in sight.
Hurrying out of the house, the girl almost made a run for the village streets, careful not to bump into strangers along the way. It was a crowded street, perhaps even more crowded than usual given the time of day. Merchants and vendors were busy trying to get passerby to buy whatever they were selling, children were playing on the street and almost every adult she could see was in a hurry. Such was the life of all Kiri people, she thought to herself, wondering if there were ever people who just came out of their houses to go on a pleasant stroll, or in her case, to go out on an adventure. Her eyes glanced at the bustling people, not at all comfortable with the crowd. Maneuvering through it seemed like a torturous event. Glancing up, her eyes almost shone as an idea popped into her head.
She was going to take to the rooftops.
Rooftop travel was not uncommon in Kiri. In fact, it was perhaps the fastest and most preferred way of getting from point A to point B for shinobi. And she was a shinobi now, after all, an excited expression danced across her face. It would take her quite some time to finally jump onto a rooftop, her height being something that made it more trying and complicated. But the scenery from above made it worth every obstacle. She looked at the crowd of people from one of the rooftops, her shortness no longer prohibiting from seeing, as she made her way carefully along one roof, before jumping onto the next one. It was like a game to her, and the more she did this, the more confident she became. Soon, she was breezing along the street, her movements picking up momentum. Erika had no destination in mind, hoping to do something more exciting than being at home. Erika remembered that there was river in the village, a river that was quite beautiful on a sunny day like this one. She loved water, loved the sound of waves, loved its clear and glistening properties, and most importantly, loved diving into it.
Perhaps a swim wouldn't be too bad!
The girl descended from the rooftops, having made it through most of the crowd that had intimidated her. She walked towards the river, a place that she had gone so many times by now that she committed its location to memory. Erika picked up the pace, the thought of being able to go swimming made her more than excited. She had wanted to ask her brother to join her, but he never seemed to be around for her to extend an invitation. As she neared the river, she heard a woman shouting. At first she thought that she was disciplining some kids, the tone she used was rather rough. But, as she inched closer along the shore, she could see...a pack of dogs? Kawaii!!!!! Erika almost shrieked, dogs being her favorite animals. The kunoichi loved petting them, playing with them whenever she got the chance. She wondered what the woman was doing though, walking closer towards her. Erika was now a few feet behind the woman, hoping her presence wouldn't alarm the woman nor the dogs.
At least they were not as loud as the last few times Erika had tried to steal away from the house. Although she was shy and much of a homebody, the brunette had her moments, moments reflecting her age. Yes, she was eleven years old after all, a mere child in the eyes of any adult. She was used to being watched by her father or her brother, prohibiting her from going out alone. And as all children would feel at some point in their lives, she felt quite repressed. With repression came a strong desire to be free, which only heightened the more she was repressed. It was a vicious cycle, but one that she was sure every person would have to go through until the day they became "real adults.'
She tiptoed her way carefully along the hardwood floors, careful of putting too much of her weight so as to creak the boards. By now Erika had mastered the art of tiptoeing, which with the help of her naturally slender frame, made it much easier to accomplish. She peaked into the large foyer-like room, where her father or her brother usually were sitting if they were not doing some kind of training, in their own respective rooms or out on missions. Her pink pupils blinked once and then twice as she saw that there was no one there. Lucky! She almost let out a giggle, stopping herself midway only because she remembered that she was supposed to be stealthy. The girl continued past the large room, down the hall, glancing right and left for any signs of human activity that could possibly make her feat a failure. After a couple of seconds, she breathed out a soft sigh as she realized that there was no one in sight.
Hurrying out of the house, the girl almost made a run for the village streets, careful not to bump into strangers along the way. It was a crowded street, perhaps even more crowded than usual given the time of day. Merchants and vendors were busy trying to get passerby to buy whatever they were selling, children were playing on the street and almost every adult she could see was in a hurry. Such was the life of all Kiri people, she thought to herself, wondering if there were ever people who just came out of their houses to go on a pleasant stroll, or in her case, to go out on an adventure. Her eyes glanced at the bustling people, not at all comfortable with the crowd. Maneuvering through it seemed like a torturous event. Glancing up, her eyes almost shone as an idea popped into her head.
She was going to take to the rooftops.
Rooftop travel was not uncommon in Kiri. In fact, it was perhaps the fastest and most preferred way of getting from point A to point B for shinobi. And she was a shinobi now, after all, an excited expression danced across her face. It would take her quite some time to finally jump onto a rooftop, her height being something that made it more trying and complicated. But the scenery from above made it worth every obstacle. She looked at the crowd of people from one of the rooftops, her shortness no longer prohibiting from seeing, as she made her way carefully along one roof, before jumping onto the next one. It was like a game to her, and the more she did this, the more confident she became. Soon, she was breezing along the street, her movements picking up momentum. Erika had no destination in mind, hoping to do something more exciting than being at home. Erika remembered that there was river in the village, a river that was quite beautiful on a sunny day like this one. She loved water, loved the sound of waves, loved its clear and glistening properties, and most importantly, loved diving into it.
Perhaps a swim wouldn't be too bad!
The girl descended from the rooftops, having made it through most of the crowd that had intimidated her. She walked towards the river, a place that she had gone so many times by now that she committed its location to memory. Erika picked up the pace, the thought of being able to go swimming made her more than excited. She had wanted to ask her brother to join her, but he never seemed to be around for her to extend an invitation. As she neared the river, she heard a woman shouting. At first she thought that she was disciplining some kids, the tone she used was rather rough. But, as she inched closer along the shore, she could see...a pack of dogs? Kawaii!!!!! Erika almost shrieked, dogs being her favorite animals. The kunoichi loved petting them, playing with them whenever she got the chance. She wondered what the woman was doing though, walking closer towards her. Erika was now a few feet behind the woman, hoping her presence wouldn't alarm the woman nor the dogs.
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