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2nd String || {Voice | Action}
Apr. 24th, 2013 05:49 pm[Kankuro woke up slowly, bits and pieces of his lovely stay with their bastard captors filtering through. Most of the pieces he shoved aside; they weren't as bad as some of the training he had done, that's for sure. Other, odder pieces he turned around in his mind even as he took careful stock of his surroundings.
Trees. Cool air. Cooler ground, cold against his back. Oh joy, no shirt again. What the hell was with them and shirtless-ness?
No one in the immediate vicinity.
Alright then.
Kankuro sat up slowly, feeling dull aches radiate from different areas. Moving to stand, his hand clipped a familiar book and he looked at his journal with a bemused air. So they take his clothes but left the journal. That's just weird. Picking it up he decides that telling everyone he's back would probably be a good idea. Now if only he had figured out the filters....Oh well.]
I don't-[Strangely enough, just after he starts to speak there is a patter of small objects landing on paper.] ...What the- [More patters and some klinks like glass hitting each other. There is a brief sound of fingers scrambling at paper and more klinks. A curse followed by more klinks of glass and then Kankuro is talking again, amid a rain of patters and klinks.]
There are glass beads falling out of my mouth and I have no clue why.
[Yup. What is his life.]
[Action]
[After posting to the network, Kankuro heads back to the apartment, going as fast as he dares with a makeshift bag of beads clattering in his hand. One leg of his kidnap pants is now shorter than the other. Feel free to notice him as he heads to Community House 1. He may look disgruntled if you talk to him but he'll probably reply.
Once back to Ninja floor he'll be easier to intercept and talk to. Though you might have an easier time if you talk to him after he's changed his clothes and decided to start cooking. After the days he's had, no one is stopping him from making his favorite food.
No one.]
( ooc note )
Trees. Cool air. Cooler ground, cold against his back. Oh joy, no shirt again. What the hell was with them and shirtless-ness?
No one in the immediate vicinity.
Alright then.
Kankuro sat up slowly, feeling dull aches radiate from different areas. Moving to stand, his hand clipped a familiar book and he looked at his journal with a bemused air. So they take his clothes but left the journal. That's just weird. Picking it up he decides that telling everyone he's back would probably be a good idea. Now if only he had figured out the filters....Oh well.]
I don't-[Strangely enough, just after he starts to speak there is a patter of small objects landing on paper.] ...What the- [More patters and some klinks like glass hitting each other. There is a brief sound of fingers scrambling at paper and more klinks. A curse followed by more klinks of glass and then Kankuro is talking again, amid a rain of patters and klinks.]
There are glass beads falling out of my mouth and I have no clue why.
[Yup. What is his life.]
[Action]
[After posting to the network, Kankuro heads back to the apartment, going as fast as he dares with a makeshift bag of beads clattering in his hand. One leg of his kidnap pants is now shorter than the other. Feel free to notice him as he heads to Community House 1. He may look disgruntled if you talk to him but he'll probably reply.
Once back to Ninja floor he'll be easier to intercept and talk to. Though you might have an easier time if you talk to him after he's changed his clothes and decided to start cooking. After the days he's had, no one is stopping him from making his favorite food.
No one.]
( ooc note )
