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exsiliumlogs2013-01-21 09:21 pm
notyetwonderwoman) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-01-21 09:21 pm
(open) illuminate the no's on the vacancy signs
Date & Time: January 19th - January 31st
Location: Apartments; the Hold; parts of the City close to the Hold; a park.
Characters: Haruno Sakura & fill in the blank
Summary: Sakura is a not very confident child doing her best to hang on to the distinct memory that it's okay she's here, and that she knows the name of this place, but has next to nothing else to rely on in a strange grey city that feels nothing like home.
Warnings: Legitimately sorry if she ends up crying in every thread, it's a possibility.
At first, Sakura makes herself go still and quiet. Faint memories tell her she's not in a place she's not supposed to be, even if the place she finds herself in is strange. She holds her fear close to her stomach, like it's something she can hold, and tells herself a good Academy student learns all she can about her surroundings. It's one of the shinobi rules. When in an unexpected location, observe everything you can in order to become familiar with the place you find yourself in.
It relates to a rule on capture, but she doesn't feel that's what's happened. She's not one of the clan children. She has no great worth in the scheme of things, as far as Konoha is concerned. She's not kidnapped. She's simply... misplaced.
After the first day of quietly moving around the apartment building that feels like she's dreamed about before, she starts to venture a little further outside. When in an unexpected location, observe everything you can...
Her first encounter with a car sends her scrambling backward, slamming into anyone and anything in her way. She's wide eyed and frightened. She's never seen anything like that before. It's enough to start her crying, though she rubs furiously at her eyes, determining that if she can't see, the metal beast will simply come back and gobble her up.
On Sunday, she realizes there are letters and stories kept on the strange, stiff scroll-like-a-book-but-not-made-of-paper in her room. The first story has her name on it, saying she, Haruno Sakura, is teaching a self defense class. Her heart speeds up realizing how impossible this is. She breathes too fast as she reads on, thinking this is some very odd story indeed. Prince Arthur offering assistance. Ask if needed. She takes this small note on the side and swallows. If this is true, and not a story, then she'll need help.
Thus she sets off with her stiff scroll-like-a-book-but-not-made-of-paper held tight to her chest, asking in her quiet, sometimes brave voice where a Prince Arthur can be found. She tries to remember the proper protocol when dealing with royalty. She hopes he's not so terribly offended with her plea that he has her tossed into someplace distinctly unpleasant.
Weak in the knees, she continues her search, hoping and fearing all at once.
On the fourth day, she learns how to escape the metal beasts by losing herself in the groups of people who cross at corners, no longer inclined to jump every time she hears one humming along. It's a little less scary, she tells herself. She's observing. She'll make Iruka-sensei proud.
There are times she gets lost. There are times where she thinks the snow, fairly novel, is the best place for her to crouch down and roll a tiny packed ball of snow into something larger and larger, eventually dwarfing her and unable to move it any further. There are times when she manages to pick her way through rubble to reach the top, basking in her small victory over the world. There are other times where she seems fascinated by a puddle back behind the apartments, standing at the side of a particularly large one and considering it before gathering herself and leaping across with a grin.
On the day she tries using stones as substitutes for working on her aim with throwing stars, however, she may be luckiest if no one happens to be anywhere near-by. A stone hurled with her force is enough to hurt, and she's not so bad as she thinks she is.
Location: Apartments; the Hold; parts of the City close to the Hold; a park.
Characters: Haruno Sakura & fill in the blank
Summary: Sakura is a not very confident child doing her best to hang on to the distinct memory that it's okay she's here, and that she knows the name of this place, but has next to nothing else to rely on in a strange grey city that feels nothing like home.
Warnings: Legitimately sorry if she ends up crying in every thread, it's a possibility.
At first, Sakura makes herself go still and quiet. Faint memories tell her she's not in a place she's not supposed to be, even if the place she finds herself in is strange. She holds her fear close to her stomach, like it's something she can hold, and tells herself a good Academy student learns all she can about her surroundings. It's one of the shinobi rules. When in an unexpected location, observe everything you can in order to become familiar with the place you find yourself in.
It relates to a rule on capture, but she doesn't feel that's what's happened. She's not one of the clan children. She has no great worth in the scheme of things, as far as Konoha is concerned. She's not kidnapped. She's simply... misplaced.
After the first day of quietly moving around the apartment building that feels like she's dreamed about before, she starts to venture a little further outside. When in an unexpected location, observe everything you can...
Her first encounter with a car sends her scrambling backward, slamming into anyone and anything in her way. She's wide eyed and frightened. She's never seen anything like that before. It's enough to start her crying, though she rubs furiously at her eyes, determining that if she can't see, the metal beast will simply come back and gobble her up.
On Sunday, she realizes there are letters and stories kept on the strange, stiff scroll-like-a-book-but-not-made-of-paper in her room. The first story has her name on it, saying she, Haruno Sakura, is teaching a self defense class. Her heart speeds up realizing how impossible this is. She breathes too fast as she reads on, thinking this is some very odd story indeed. Prince Arthur offering assistance. Ask if needed. She takes this small note on the side and swallows. If this is true, and not a story, then she'll need help.
Thus she sets off with her stiff scroll-like-a-book-but-not-made-of-paper held tight to her chest, asking in her quiet, sometimes brave voice where a Prince Arthur can be found. She tries to remember the proper protocol when dealing with royalty. She hopes he's not so terribly offended with her plea that he has her tossed into someplace distinctly unpleasant.
Weak in the knees, she continues her search, hoping and fearing all at once.
On the fourth day, she learns how to escape the metal beasts by losing herself in the groups of people who cross at corners, no longer inclined to jump every time she hears one humming along. It's a little less scary, she tells herself. She's observing. She'll make Iruka-sensei proud.
There are times she gets lost. There are times where she thinks the snow, fairly novel, is the best place for her to crouch down and roll a tiny packed ball of snow into something larger and larger, eventually dwarfing her and unable to move it any further. There are times when she manages to pick her way through rubble to reach the top, basking in her small victory over the world. There are other times where she seems fascinated by a puddle back behind the apartments, standing at the side of a particularly large one and considering it before gathering herself and leaping across with a grin.
On the day she tries using stones as substitutes for working on her aim with throwing stars, however, she may be luckiest if no one happens to be anywhere near-by. A stone hurled with her force is enough to hurt, and she's not so bad as she thinks she is.
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"Hey!" Darn it, she just had this thing painted! Her eyes snap up irritatedly to look for the culprit. "All right, who threw that? Come out with your hands up!"
She's probably taking it a little too personally now, but come on, she already lost one cruiser, and she can't replace it here!
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Sakura slowly edges around the building, green eyes bright with fright and a glimmer of possible tears. What have I done?
"I... I have my hands up?"
She sounds entirely confused as to why this is the case.
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When a thin, frightened voice pipes up in return, though, Tamora frowns and hops down off the cruiser. Wait, that can't be right. She watches a little girl with pink hair step out of the bushes, looking chastised, and her jaw slides ajar.
"Haruno?" The name falls from her lips before she really thinks about it, but she can't imagine there are too many other pink-haired green-eyed girls around this city. She waves a hand then. "Okay, you can put your hands down; I thought you were... someone else."
Even if it's not Sakura, the kid looks too scared and confused to have thrown the rock at her on purpose.
"You're... Sakura, aren't you?" She's so used to calling everyone by surname that it's strange to use the girl's given name, but a kid's not really going to respond to that so well, she figures. It looks like whatever happened to Riku and Vanadi has happened to Sakura as well; what in the world is going on?
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Further confusion arose after having the informal address tacked on after the formal. Were they such close friends in the future she's yet to remember? Sakura slowly brings her hands down, confusion on her face.
"Yes," she said slowly, admitting to her name even as she realized perhaps she shouldn't. Only this woman looked official in some capacity. There had to be something to trust in there, right? "I'm Haruno Sakura. I'm... who are you?"
wow i totally changed tenses last tag sorry about that derp
Putting her hands up for a moment in an effort to indicate she wasn't looking to hurt anybody, Tamora stepped down off the cruiser and regarded the girl curiously.
"My name's Calhoun," she said, "Tamora Calhoun--I'm a police officer and a military sergeant. We met once--" She paused and frowned a bit. "I guess you... might not remember." If Riku hadn't remembered her, it's no surprise Sakura wouldn't; she'd spent far more time with Riku, after all. What in the world is going on around here, though? "What're you doin' throwing rocks, anyhow?" she asked then. "I didn't take you for a troublemaker."
Her voice was light enough that the girl shouldn't have supposed she was being scolded, but Tamora couldn't help a bit of confusion.