Post by kacey on Aug 8, 2007 13:08:40 GMT -5
Kacey walked through her village, a slight feeling of unease shaking her. Her shruiken hung gently from between the fingers of her left hand. It was usually in her boot, but it had begun to rub and she really needed to make some sort of cover for it. Like always, she procrastinated until she absolutely had to do something, so now, the shruiken was held in her hand instead of her boot. Today was warm. She wore her knee-high- grey leather boots over her dark-wash skinny jeans, and had a plain black tank top, her long hair back in a braid, her glasses slipping down her noes. she sighed. Today was boring. She wanted something, anything, to happen.
As she walked along the dirt path, she took a shortcut behind a house and headed straight into the forrest. She thought she'd get some target practice in with her favorite tree before lunch.
As she walked along the dirt path, she took a shortcut behind a house and headed straight into the forrest. She thought she'd get some target practice in with her favorite tree before lunch.