Golden light of the dawn sun peeled into the small studio apartment. The rays traced down the walls slowly as the sun began to climb higher into the air, their incandescent beams refracting from the glass of Otami’s windows and landing on nothing. The apartment was incredibly bare. A small kitchen range with two burners held one dirty pot and one clean. Her half open cabinets filled to the brim with cheap ramen and bags of hard candies. The kitchen sink was half filled with dirty bowls, and dust motes played around in the air as the ceiling fan whipped up the ever growing dust endlessly. In a far corner, beneath the window of which the sun was beaming in, laid a blond girl on her futon trying to avoid the early morning and catch a few more z’s; as she did every morning. Nothing else, not even a tv, resided in her apartment.
At first glance one might protest that she was incredibly lazy for a Genin, but the truth was she just didn’t have a reason to keep her apartment in tip-top except purely for the enjoyment of a clean space - and she really couldn’t care less about that. Shelter was shelter, and this place at least had running water. No, her lack of cleaning really fell down to pure apathy. No one came to visit, thus, she felt no need to clean. It wasn’t anything emotional either, just sheer logic. Would she regret the moment someone came to visit? Yes, but that was a problem for tomorrow Otami.
Or, perhaps instead, it'd be a problem this morning.
A loud thump beneath her woke her from the blissful blank that was her dreamstate. She waited for a few moments, her heart pounding slightly at whatever woke her up but, eventually started to fall back to sleep. Then there was a second thump, louder than before, followed by a shout, a plate crashing against a wall, and thus the downstairs neighbors began their morning rituals about a full hour ahead of schedule. The look of annoyance was plainly written on the teen’s face as she sighed and finally decided to sit up; a mistake that momentarily blinded her as her peripherals were flashbanged by the sun. After regaining her sight, Otami tossed the blanket off and padded soundlessly across the small apartment and into the bathroom, her loose kimono hanging comically on her skinny six-foot frame. Twenty minutes later Otami reappeared dressed in a bikini-top, short-shorts made from a sturdy khaki-colored fabric, and a large street kimono that covered up her modesty; since going without attracted too many cat-callers.
She began to walk towards the kitchen with intention of pouring a bowl of hard candies with cream but second-guessed herself. Another thump beneath her floors told her the neighbors were really going at it today and that generally set her mood too far off to enjoy the normal breakfast of champions. Instead she undid the lock on her door, slid open the screen and stepped out into Konoha. A delicious smell of someone pan-frying maple ham instantly hit her nose, and a quick look over that direction lead her eyes to the Oak District; no doubt Red Oak street. Leaping up onto a phone wire above, then to another, and finally a roof, Otami plotted out the fastest route before heading back down to the street and making her way downtown.
Ten minutes later and she padded barefoot up to the shop with the smells. It was a normal stand like the rest and inside they were serving traditional breakfast but with maple ham instead of fish. She ordered a full breakfast of rice, the ham, and a bowl of miso and waited at the counter with her feet kicking, her long legs causing them to drag against the ground slightly as she did so. She didn't speak much and exchanged no looks with anyone as she tried to keep to herself as much as possible, even going as far as to sit at the end of the bar away from at least three others enjoying their ham. Her finger gently made circles on the wood, little bits of dust following it as Otami waited for her breakfast to be ready.
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At first glance one might protest that she was incredibly lazy for a Genin, but the truth was she just didn’t have a reason to keep her apartment in tip-top except purely for the enjoyment of a clean space - and she really couldn’t care less about that. Shelter was shelter, and this place at least had running water. No, her lack of cleaning really fell down to pure apathy. No one came to visit, thus, she felt no need to clean. It wasn’t anything emotional either, just sheer logic. Would she regret the moment someone came to visit? Yes, but that was a problem for tomorrow Otami.
Or, perhaps instead, it'd be a problem this morning.
A loud thump beneath her woke her from the blissful blank that was her dreamstate. She waited for a few moments, her heart pounding slightly at whatever woke her up but, eventually started to fall back to sleep. Then there was a second thump, louder than before, followed by a shout, a plate crashing against a wall, and thus the downstairs neighbors began their morning rituals about a full hour ahead of schedule. The look of annoyance was plainly written on the teen’s face as she sighed and finally decided to sit up; a mistake that momentarily blinded her as her peripherals were flashbanged by the sun. After regaining her sight, Otami tossed the blanket off and padded soundlessly across the small apartment and into the bathroom, her loose kimono hanging comically on her skinny six-foot frame. Twenty minutes later Otami reappeared dressed in a bikini-top, short-shorts made from a sturdy khaki-colored fabric, and a large street kimono that covered up her modesty; since going without attracted too many cat-callers.
She began to walk towards the kitchen with intention of pouring a bowl of hard candies with cream but second-guessed herself. Another thump beneath her floors told her the neighbors were really going at it today and that generally set her mood too far off to enjoy the normal breakfast of champions. Instead she undid the lock on her door, slid open the screen and stepped out into Konoha. A delicious smell of someone pan-frying maple ham instantly hit her nose, and a quick look over that direction lead her eyes to the Oak District; no doubt Red Oak street. Leaping up onto a phone wire above, then to another, and finally a roof, Otami plotted out the fastest route before heading back down to the street and making her way downtown.
Ten minutes later and she padded barefoot up to the shop with the smells. It was a normal stand like the rest and inside they were serving traditional breakfast but with maple ham instead of fish. She ordered a full breakfast of rice, the ham, and a bowl of miso and waited at the counter with her feet kicking, her long legs causing them to drag against the ground slightly as she did so. She didn't speak much and exchanged no looks with anyone as she tried to keep to herself as much as possible, even going as far as to sit at the end of the bar away from at least three others enjoying their ham. Her finger gently made circles on the wood, little bits of dust following it as Otami waited for her breakfast to be ready.
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