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soul_campaign2012-07-13 02:15 am
punches) wrote in soul_campaign2012-07-13 02:15 am
[ VIDEO ] ✿✿ [ March 5 ◦ Afternoon ]
[ When the screen comes to life it doesn't show a face or anything of the sort. Instead, there's a pair of feet with the remnants of green nail polish along the toes, surrounded by papers everywhere. Papers with various scratches on them litter the floor of a common apartment, notes taken in a hurry of the area and of the people she's seen in passing. Not that the owner of these feet have interacted with them, no, these are definitely the notes of being watched in silence. Maybe one of them is a bit too recognizable for one's liking, but there's not much time to read before the scene abruptly changes. The blur is quick and then suddenly there's a girl with an irritated expression on her face. Holding her hair back is a significant band and while it's a risk to be seen with it, there's a brave disposition in showing it so freely. Well, to her at least. For those who are unaware, it's just another accessory for a girl's hair. ]
So there's no button to just turn it on, no, it just decides when it wants to start recording. [ Clearly a novice, but a quick thinking one as it didn't take her long to realize it's working. ] That's how it is, huh? Telling me I'm the type that will probably need a second communicator because I'll shatter my first one. [ Twitch. Twitch. ] Turns out this thing is pretty resilient. I'm grateful, really. I don't need seven more years of bad luck.
[ The angle of the view changes as she seemingly balances the communication device on her knees, staring down at it with a curious look. After spending a few days here, the darkened proof of exhaustion has just about left her face, but etched in her expression is concern, almost as though she's worried about something unspoken. Her thoughts are never brought up thought as she waves her right hand as a nervous gesture, trying to lighten up the mood with a half-hearted smile. ]
Sorry, sorry. It's common procedure for those who are new to introduce themselves, right? [ Although she suspects that she's not alone here, hence why she chose to wear the protector. ] My name is Sakura Haruno. Now that that's out of the way, I have to ask a question.
[ With as serious of an expression one can muster when asking a ridiculous question: ] Is there a reason for the toys of Kakashi-sensei?
So there's no button to just turn it on, no, it just decides when it wants to start recording. [ Clearly a novice, but a quick thinking one as it didn't take her long to realize it's working. ] That's how it is, huh? Telling me I'm the type that will probably need a second communicator because I'll shatter my first one. [ Twitch. Twitch. ] Turns out this thing is pretty resilient. I'm grateful, really. I don't need seven more years of bad luck.
[ The angle of the view changes as she seemingly balances the communication device on her knees, staring down at it with a curious look. After spending a few days here, the darkened proof of exhaustion has just about left her face, but etched in her expression is concern, almost as though she's worried about something unspoken. Her thoughts are never brought up thought as she waves her right hand as a nervous gesture, trying to lighten up the mood with a half-hearted smile. ]
Sorry, sorry. It's common procedure for those who are new to introduce themselves, right? [ Although she suspects that she's not alone here, hence why she chose to wear the protector. ] My name is Sakura Haruno. Now that that's out of the way, I have to ask a question.
[ With as serious of an expression one can muster when asking a ridiculous question: ] Is there a reason for the toys of Kakashi-sensei?
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Does that mean when I reach Kakashi-sensei's age, I'll be immature too? [ That warranted a nervous laugh from her. ]
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No, you'll be fine. It's Kakashi who grew up the wrong way. [It wasn't very fair of him to poke fun at an absent teammate, but sometimes that Hatake Kakashi deserved it.]
Anything you wanna know in particular about him? Or about when we were kids? I don't mind telling...
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Did he always wear that mask? [ Honestly the first question to spring to mind. ]
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Yep. He was pretty serious about keeping it on all the time, though I tried my best to get him to take it off for about the first week or so we were teamed together.
Rin tried, too, for a while.
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Really, you guys tried to do that too? [ Her laugh is a light hearted one. ] Funny how similar we are, isn't it?
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He's still kinda quiet like before, but he's definitely different. [Obito takes a bite of his ice cream.] Sadder, or... softer, I guess.
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Feeling up to trying with Naruto-kun and me? [ It's a jest, but she might be coaxed into really trying. ]
But besides that, he should be doing better here, yeah?
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[Somehow, he doubted sneaking around and pulling pranks would work. And Kakashi might even let Obito see his face now if he asked politely, but not with Sakura or Naruto around.]
Better? What do you mean?