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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Dec 24, 2007 18:23:36 GMT -5
Syani walked into the first village she had run by in days. It was strange to be somewhere other than Konaha for once, let alone a place like the Land of Snow. Her ever handy notebook notbook was stuck in her back pocket as she walked down the street. Shrugging her bag back up on her sholder, she looked around. As usally, people didn't seem to pay her much attention. She should have been used to it by now, but she wasnt.
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Post by kaito on Dec 24, 2007 18:47:47 GMT -5
Akito walked through the land of clothes in his regular clothes since he was unaffected by the weather since he grew up here. He felt the cold when brush agiant him like a common breeze. His black hair moved with the breeze as he seen a girl walking into town he wrote down 'Hi' On a piece of paper and walked over and gave it to her. He smiled and waved also. He had a feeling this girl was a nice person.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Dec 24, 2007 19:47:15 GMT -5
Rubbing her arms uncomfotably, Syani suddenly heard the rustle of paper in front of her. She looked up from her feet and noticed a boy, holding a note an smile. 'Hi.' the pape in front of her read. She quirked an eyebrow curiously. She took her own notebook out of her pocket and scribbled, her fingers sill frozen from the cold. "Hello... Who might you be?" her own read.
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Post by kaito on Dec 25, 2007 22:36:10 GMT -5
Akito looked at the girl curiously. He wrote down another note. "My name is Akito and why aren't you talking?" The note stated as he put his hand out to shake hers. Akito felt another breeze brush by and he didn't even phase. 'Man this girl is strange but hopefully she is nice.' He thought to himself.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Dec 26, 2007 0:10:33 GMT -5
She shivered as another freezing cold wind blew by. It was probably only ten degrees outside. She clutched her he jacket more snuggly around her neck as she read. A pained look showed up on her face at the question written down on the paper. Taking bac her pencil from her ear, where is usally rested, she wrote shakenly. 'Well, i sort of can't. I have a birth defect, so, i'm mute." She really got tired of explaining her silence. 'That seems like a bit of a hypocritical question, considering you're not talking either."
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Post by kaito on Dec 26, 2007 2:19:36 GMT -5
Akito got an annoyed look on his face as he wrote down on a piece of paper and gave it to Syani. 'Um let's see I'm a mute to....now let's get outta the cold and to my house.' The paper said as he started walking to a blue and white 2 story house.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Dec 26, 2007 14:34:04 GMT -5
Syani exhaled much more loudly than what was needed to express her exasperation, but figured it best to get out of this cold before she got frost-bite. She followed him to a large two story house, most likely his own home. She felt slightly strange to be meeting someone else who, like herself, had the inability to speak.
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Post by kaito on Dec 27, 2007 14:36:37 GMT -5
Akito opened the door to his house there was a fire in the fire place. He smiled as he let Syani in and closed the door after her. He then lead Syani to to a couch and two big armchairs and then Akito sat in one of the armchairs and wrote a note and gave it to her. 'Do you want something to drink or eat?' The note said.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Dec 27, 2007 22:36:19 GMT -5
She followed him in tentively. She looked around the first room she saw as she walked through the door, which was most likely the living room. Leaning agains the arm of one of the chairs, feeling it rude to just sit down, she bit her lip, a nervous habit she had developed. Reading his note she shook her head politely in decline.
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Post by kaito on Dec 30, 2007 2:36:07 GMT -5
Akito smiled his mouth slightly open as he motioned for Syani to sit down in a chair. He still had his smile as he left the room and was back in the room with 2 cups of hot chocolate incase she got thursty. Akito wrote down a note and gave it to Syani. 'What brings you to the Snow Village?' Akito took a sip of his hot chocolate smiling calmly.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Jan 9, 2008 18:54:20 GMT -5
She read before she finally shrugged and scribbled onto her own notebook. "I just felt like getting out of Konaha for awhile. It was getting boring." She blew her hair out of her face as she rubbed her arms. It was warmer inside, but the chill of the outdoors was still on her skin. It was getting better however.
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Post by kaito on Jan 10, 2008 9:10:50 GMT -5
Akito read her note and nodded he then pushed her hot cocoa towards her with a note that said. ''Drink it'll warm you up quicker.'' As he drunk his cocoa he put his half empty glass down and sighed. 'I wonder is this life of my worth living? I know I'm a good ninja but it's hard to get attention.' He thought staring at his glass.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Jan 10, 2008 17:31:17 GMT -5
Syani gave a defeated sigh and took the cup. Taking steady sips to make sure she didn't burn her tongue, she looked down into the cup. Then she noticed him looking down and quirked her head to the side. She set down the cup briefly to write. "Are you ok, Akito? You look sort of, i don't know, down." She shoved it into his sight so he wouldn't ignore it.
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Post by kaito on Jan 11, 2008 7:53:53 GMT -5
Akito looked at the note and smile softly. He wrote down on a note and gave it to Syani. "It's nothing trust me." the note said as Akito drunk some more of his cocoa trying not to give any suspision(sp?) of there being anything wrong while taking out a shuriken. Akito then spun the shuriken on his fingertip playfully.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Jan 11, 2008 13:42:45 GMT -5
Syani shrugged and decided to take his word for it. "Just out of curiousity, why are you being so nice to me? I hardly even know you." she wrote. The question bugged her, and it almost seemed and inpolite thing to ask, but she wanted the answer. She was not used to this kind of kindness where she came from. She was usually just ignored, spat on, the usual.
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