Having been coming to the hospital one day a week for a couple of weeks, Naoki herself was quite sure that there were no lasting effects from the one attack Magnetica hit her with, but there were some people who thought differently. She laid very still on the bed, trying to keep herself relatively unknown to her roommates. They were picked up shortly, and she was left alone in the room. They'd recently gotten over some broken bones, being longer-term patients than she, and were leaving to try and recondition themselves to the hard work of a shinobi.
The last two times she'd been there, she kept the belongings she brought with her to a minimum hoping it would get the checkups done faster, but today she'd given up and brought her entire bag of baubles to try and distract herself from the wait. There probably are a lot of people who want to get treatment... I should just lie around quietly while waiting, the med-nins have plenty of work to do...
Time passed, and it didn't seem like anyone was coming to look at her innards anytime soon. She exhausted all the funny-feeling things she picked up, and was left with the kokyuu she'd once resolved to learn about. Vaguely, she wondered if she ever picked up the knife it held. Naoki tried to test its sound, but found that she couldn't remember how the bow was held. All she remembered was that she played it, sometime that felt like a long time ago.
Uhh... I think that person held it like...
Trying to find the right grip, Naoki's fingers tightened around the part of the bow with the loose length of what felt like hair, and pulled it taut to see if she could just wing it like she did the first time. Okay, fingers here, bow... here? Aaaand...
She could not. Gwaaah, no! What was that?
The resultant noise was reminiscent of... well, a child's first time playing a bowed instrument. Ugh... I did it fine the last time...
Unwilling to give up on her confidence in her talents in the element of Sound, she kept at it, likely attracting the attention of any passerby who was interested in stopping that awful racket. Why can't I get it right...? She was surprisingly stubborn here. It's not likely that she'd stop before her ears started bleeding, or someone comes in to tell her she left the door open.
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The last two times she'd been there, she kept the belongings she brought with her to a minimum hoping it would get the checkups done faster, but today she'd given up and brought her entire bag of baubles to try and distract herself from the wait. There probably are a lot of people who want to get treatment... I should just lie around quietly while waiting, the med-nins have plenty of work to do...
Time passed, and it didn't seem like anyone was coming to look at her innards anytime soon. She exhausted all the funny-feeling things she picked up, and was left with the kokyuu she'd once resolved to learn about. Vaguely, she wondered if she ever picked up the knife it held. Naoki tried to test its sound, but found that she couldn't remember how the bow was held. All she remembered was that she played it, sometime that felt like a long time ago.
Uhh... I think that person held it like...
Trying to find the right grip, Naoki's fingers tightened around the part of the bow with the loose length of what felt like hair, and pulled it taut to see if she could just wing it like she did the first time. Okay, fingers here, bow... here? Aaaand...
She could not. Gwaaah, no! What was that?
The resultant noise was reminiscent of... well, a child's first time playing a bowed instrument. Ugh... I did it fine the last time...
Unwilling to give up on her confidence in her talents in the element of Sound, she kept at it, likely attracting the attention of any passerby who was interested in stopping that awful racket. Why can't I get it right...? She was surprisingly stubborn here. It's not likely that she'd stop before her ears started bleeding, or someone comes in to tell her she left the door open.
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