Closure: chapter O1 Friday, February 1, 2008 Xenia had always known that day would be an especially lovely day, even for one stuck right in the middle of spring. More likely, it was so extreme lovely because of her graduation. After a full year of missions, tests and all the examinations... Xenia sighed happily and stretched both armsabove her, "Finally!" then she paused, and tugged on the short kimono with both hands. She hated the ceremonial costume, sure it was pretty and exquiste, but really, Xenia didn't understand what the point was in having the traditional kunoichi torso kimono. Isn't it so obvious that more than half of the students in here are studying ninjutsu? Xenia scowled at her reflection, adjusting her obi and lengthening the skirt to cover her shorts as best she could. But... A smile crept over her once frowning face as she thought of the annual event just an hour away, If it could make me move up the ranks faster, I'd wear this everyday. She was about to turn to get her ornamental - and possibly lethal by their sharp points - hair pins when she tripped and stumbled over the loose sleeve of her kimono, nearly falling headfirst out of her window. Xenia paused as she pulled the kimono back up onto her shoulders and tightened her obi, before she rolled her eyes, Well the torso kimono is alright, but what the hell is wrong with them?! Furisode?! Do they want their female ninjas to be hindered in movement or something!? She straightened, both hands about to leave the window's wooden ledge when a dark blue hint of cloth caught her attention. All their kimonos were navy with a white strip near the edges of both sleeves and the collar, but when they are tailored for them, they had a choice of how to embroider and pattern the kimono. It was a strange permit to be given free choice over a garment used for solemn or celebratory events, but then again their leader (the Shira Kujaku or White Peacock) was a strange person. She did not exactly enjoy conformity to tradition. But then again, neither did Xenia. The girl shook away her distracting thoughts, smiled at the sight of the figure outside her window. A bare-branched snow laden cherry tree, embroidered in silver, definitely him! Zekitsu! Xenia's smile became a slightly sadistic smirk as she swiped the hair pins she had meant to retrieve and stuck them into the base of the twist her black hair was forced into, in a neat fan formation. She studied the tree right outside her room - something she was so happy to see after her previous accomadation right by a river - set one foot against the ledge, and used it as a step up to grab the branch of the same tree. "Thanks so much Yuuko for complaining about our noise level. If it weren't for you, I'd never get such a wonderful escape route," she grinned a little as she crossed over a few branches, lightly stepping on the gnarled arms of the tree from one to another. Resting her hand on the closest branch, fingers gripping the firm wood as she stopped in her tracks and crouched a little to take a good look at the figure, using her free hand to push away a portion of the thick foliage blocking her view. Yup, the infamous dark reddish hair of the Mayura... and the Hatoris' actually, though Xenia thought Haruko's hair was lighter than that. But, it was definitely Zekitsu. She could regconise her childhood friend and favourite idiot anywhere within a mile's radius alright. She took a tentative step forward, her sandled feet treading lightly on the rough bark. She pulled up her long sleeves, wrapping them once around her forearm so that they wouldn't get in the way. Xenia grinned when she spotted a fine ledge that would probably let her down soon enough... She looked down, and noticed him moving again. She sighed at the missed chance, holding back an urge to curse as she skipped over a branch to the next one... ...And for the first time in the month, missed. The next thing Xenia knew, she was falling. She let out a small cry, but immediately she took a swipe at the nearest branch, hands flailing out to reach it as her teacher had taught her. But this time, she missed again as she usually did, and went on crashing to the ground. Leaves rustled, twigs snapped and there was a furious rush of air as she fought to somehow halt her fall, a fight she lost as she crash-landed to the ground, bruised and dazed, on the floor. Hazily, she rubbed her eyes to clear them and clutched her spinning head, golden eyes unfocused as she noted her sore hip and cautiously propped herself up with one arm as painlessly as possible. "Why the hell is it so dark?" Labels: Closure Closure: chapter `OO Diary, I'm back! Did you miss me? Well, I'm hoping you did, I was gone for almost two months after all! I bet you didn't expect me to even go missing in the first place... Well maybe you did, what with me getting into trouble and all that all the time, I would barely be surprised if you had already thought that I'd get into serious trouble some day. Well anyway, Taiiru seems to have heard the pen scribbles, so I'de better hurry and get this written before he gets up and snatches my stationery again. Well, Diary remember the graduation ceremony seven months ago? Well, I didn't even make it at all, at least they still got my rank up. Finally! Rank B missions! Even though the kind of B rank missions border on a C (our last one was a Rank B5, really, why don't they just label it C1 and get over it!?) well, it's still B rank! And then there's the chain thing for rank signification, a new ring to the lot! Now I've got three, not including the silver ones which stand for merits. If those are in, then it'd be 7! Ha, I got more than Taiiru at last, the cocky showoff! Celebrate! I'm rambling again Diary, but you don't mind right? Well let's see, I'll probably write in third character so that its more interesting, or I'll get HaruHaru-chan to help me write it. Her hand doesn't cramp after, like, 20... 30... 40 minutes of consecutive writing, and she's the clever one in us three. Well either way Diary-san... I'm back. Labels: Closure about one xREDballoon about meIt was the username that was adopted either in late August or early September of 2009. It was the combined effect of too many games on Orisinal (especially High Delivery) and also her long-time love for how the large red carnival balloons when they fly away. about meFinalized as a digital signature only in November of the same year, it has since been used everywhere: her previous Gaia account, her account on bubbl.us, and of course every recent endeavor on web and graphic design. It was an aim of hers to use it as something of a brand. From her sketches to simple blog layouts, one xREDballoon presents is her favourite signature as of now. about meone xREDballoon is the internet handle of a girl, born on a wet day in the early morning of late February. Although astrologically she is a Pisces, she displays many of the Aquarian traits, possibly as a result of being born near the time. She likes the concept of beauty in its most primitive classical form, ruffles layered upon each other generously for flounce or decor, detailed black lace be it crochet or woven, a whole palette of colours from turquoise to grey. She is charmed by the way an old well-read book smells on a wet rainy day, and the way the pages feel, all crinkly and wise under her fingers as she turns the page. She loves the inviting appeal of a blank notebook, and a good gel-ink pen in the colour of the sky. about meLearn more about her in her personal blog. about And Then She Fell about meAndthenshe-fell@blogspot was named as such in October 09, on a whim and on a wish to match the layout that time. And Then She Fell was a lot of things back then: a roleplay layout (in bbcode), a roleplay idea (which was never developed) and also the words emblazoned in huge Ruritania upon an image which showed a falling girl. That was the beginnings of this writing blog as the all-new concept of And Then She Fell. about meFrom the start, And Then She Fell has always been a semi-personal blog. While visitors are not unwelcomed, no particular effort is put into censoring the content or to sound polite. Just as well that the blog touches on intangible unimportant things, for if it were to talk of life and its nuances, things would sour quickly and it would become a blog of cynical views and criticism. archives categories favourites |
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