*Pull* *Pull* *Pull*
It was that sunset twilight when half the lights of the streets would still be off, and half of them just turning on for the evening. Some shoppers were going home for the night, while others were just arriving for the evening. Yet hidden amongst the sounds of the crowd, the sounds of strained pulling and tugging could be heard in one of the many alleyways during this almost-early-evening. An inquisitive person investigating the alleyway might have found that the sound seem to be coming from above, from the higher floors of one of the more run down, emptier buildings.
*Pull* *Pull* *Puuuuuuull* "Haa...haa..." (That should be tight enough, right Shiro?) The girl thought (yes, thought, speaking was difficult for her at this point) in the direction of her companion; a small vaguely rabbit-shaped puppet perched upon a nearby chair, overlooking the room the small girl had been working in. Her project; a large hammock composed of many thin black threads. It looked as if it were made by hair (Really, really long hair), woven into a large net. Although the fibers were much, much more durable than than hair...
Oh, and she was in her self-claimed "territory"; part of the top floor of a semi-built building that had looked like the constructors gave up finishing the job two-thirds of the way through.
Ever since her unfortunate mission earlier this week, she discovered she had some strange ability to create weird fibers. (I don't remember hearing about any Jutsu like this...) She thought. And the knowledge to manipulate said threads seemed to come rather naturally as well; perhaps this was her bloodline? (Uchiha...Hyuuga...Toujigikou...Kyoujouran...) She recited several bloodlines she was able to recall, yet nothing she remembered seem to match up with her situation...
Oh; she didn't know who, what, where, or when she was. What she did know was that she was really hungry, and the setting sun seemed to declare it was dinner time. With a spin in place, she reached for her dearest companion, Shiro, and climbed out of the window to descend to the alley below, and from there the streets. But not before wrapping a thick scarf around herself, shrouding her neck and lowerface.
There were all sorts in the streets, but the little girl looked completely out of place being shoeless, wearing a light dress and a several-sizes-too-large scarf, while carrying around a strange doll. Toss in the stitchwork along her limbs, and it was no wonder that she preffered to wander the alleys and sidestreets rather than the main street...
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It was that sunset twilight when half the lights of the streets would still be off, and half of them just turning on for the evening. Some shoppers were going home for the night, while others were just arriving for the evening. Yet hidden amongst the sounds of the crowd, the sounds of strained pulling and tugging could be heard in one of the many alleyways during this almost-early-evening. An inquisitive person investigating the alleyway might have found that the sound seem to be coming from above, from the higher floors of one of the more run down, emptier buildings.
*Pull* *Pull* *Puuuuuuull* "Haa...haa..." (That should be tight enough, right Shiro?) The girl thought (yes, thought, speaking was difficult for her at this point) in the direction of her companion; a small vaguely rabbit-shaped puppet perched upon a nearby chair, overlooking the room the small girl had been working in. Her project; a large hammock composed of many thin black threads. It looked as if it were made by hair (Really, really long hair), woven into a large net. Although the fibers were much, much more durable than than hair...
Oh, and she was in her self-claimed "territory"; part of the top floor of a semi-built building that had looked like the constructors gave up finishing the job two-thirds of the way through.
Ever since her unfortunate mission earlier this week, she discovered she had some strange ability to create weird fibers. (I don't remember hearing about any Jutsu like this...) She thought. And the knowledge to manipulate said threads seemed to come rather naturally as well; perhaps this was her bloodline? (Uchiha...Hyuuga...Toujigikou...Kyoujouran...) She recited several bloodlines she was able to recall, yet nothing she remembered seem to match up with her situation...
Oh; she didn't know who, what, where, or when she was. What she did know was that she was really hungry, and the setting sun seemed to declare it was dinner time. With a spin in place, she reached for her dearest companion, Shiro, and climbed out of the window to descend to the alley below, and from there the streets. But not before wrapping a thick scarf around herself, shrouding her neck and lowerface.
There were all sorts in the streets, but the little girl looked completely out of place being shoeless, wearing a light dress and a several-sizes-too-large scarf, while carrying around a strange doll. Toss in the stitchwork along her limbs, and it was no wonder that she preffered to wander the alleys and sidestreets rather than the main street...
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