TENTEN APPLICATION PT 2j_a_9October 15 2007, 01:15:35 UTC
While she might seem like the type to be squeaky clean, especially at first glance, there is more to Tenten than meets the eye. She can come across as shy and innocent, with those doe-like brown eyes, but the Tenten that is inside is something a bit different. For reasons she can not even explain, she has always had a fondness for weapons, learning to use them at a young age, and improving as the years went by. With that love of those sharp little instruments, there is also a seed of something more within Tenten. Although she would not be one to admit it, those tall, dark, brooding guys are the ones that really catch her attention. Of course, Tenten would never be the one to initiate the first move, and would likely deny any such thing, especially if confronted with the fact that she likes the bad boys.
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"Ugh, why?" Tenten was frowning. Her face was looking down to the kunai in her hands as if it were to blame. Her bottom lip was drawn into her mouth as she let a soft breath out. She was training today, by herself. Tenten still was not sure about whether she was happy about that fact or not. There was a tightness in her body and this came through her aim. Her shoulders were more stiff than usual and her whole body seemed rigid. There was a look of contemplation on her face. It was clear that something was on Tenten's mind but she was pushing it aside. Tenten had worked hard over the years. She had once boasted 100 out of 100 targets hit. That had not been good enough for her though. She was constantly trying to make her aim better. That was her one specialty. Her training had paid off for Tenten could easily hit 150 targets without much effort.
Today though she was not having any luck. Fifty was the most that she had hit in a row. It almost looked like a child's play room in the area around her. The hard dirt ground of her favourite training spot had kunai littered all over the ground. It was a steady rhythm that she got herself into most days. Like dancing, hitting the targets became a form of art. It was now second nature to her. It had always been rather easy to take aim and hit a target. She had not been doing to well today. Her mind kept wandering and she could not stay focused. She knew that she should shift her perception and train. That was the reason why she had come out to the training grounds or was it? Maybe she just needed to blow off some steam.
Tenten allowed her chocolate eyes to roll upwards. The azure blue sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds. They called to be made into shapes, and Tenten turned her attention to this. She generally did not do this at least not since she had grown up. She could see why some people did though. It was very relaxing. For awhile Tenten kept this up. To the passer-by Tenten would look very serene. Her face had lost the rough edges and her eyes had softened. The kunai was now still in her hand and her fingers had uncurled. After a short while Tenten arose once more. The sweat on her neck had dried on her neck and made her hairs stick to it. Brushing off the locks Tenten lurched up in one motion.
The task that Tenten now faced was picking up her weapons. It was not as bad as some days because it was just kunai that she used. She had kept a mental tab running on how many she had thrown. Now it was just finding them all and returning them to her pouch of extra kunai. It was somewhat remedial but it was part of the job. 'Like an easter egg hunt, Tenten, think of it that way.' Tenten was picky about her weapons. She might mutter and groan about them but they were special to her. She tended to fondle over them like people would over a kitten though she did not talk to them.
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Re: TENTEN APPLICATION PT 2curiamodsOctober 17 2007, 06:41:25 UTC
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Writing Sample:
"Ugh, why?" Tenten was frowning. Her face was looking down to the kunai in her hands as if it were to blame. Her bottom lip was drawn into her mouth as she let a soft breath out. She was training today, by herself. Tenten still was not sure about whether she was happy about that fact or not. There was a tightness in her body and this came through her aim. Her shoulders were more stiff than usual and her whole body seemed rigid. There was a look of contemplation on her face. It was clear that something was on Tenten's mind but she was pushing it aside. Tenten had worked hard over the years. She had once boasted 100 out of 100 targets hit. That had not been good enough for her though. She was constantly trying to make her aim better. That was her one specialty. Her training had paid off for Tenten could easily hit 150 targets without much effort.
Today though she was not having any luck. Fifty was the most that she had hit in a row. It almost looked like a child's play room in the area around her. The hard dirt ground of her favourite training spot had kunai littered all over the ground. It was a steady rhythm that she got herself into most days. Like dancing, hitting the targets became a form of art. It was now second nature to her. It had always been rather easy to take aim and hit a target. She had not been doing to well today. Her mind kept wandering and she could not stay focused. She knew that she should shift her perception and train. That was the reason why she had come out to the training grounds or was it? Maybe she just needed to blow off some steam.
Tenten allowed her chocolate eyes to roll upwards. The azure blue sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds. They called to be made into shapes, and Tenten turned her attention to this. She generally did not do this at least not since she had grown up. She could see why some people did though. It was very relaxing. For awhile Tenten kept this up. To the passer-by Tenten would look very serene. Her face had lost the rough edges and her eyes had softened. The kunai was now still in her hand and her fingers had uncurled. After a short while Tenten arose once more. The sweat on her neck had dried on her neck and made her hairs stick to it. Brushing off the locks Tenten lurched up in one motion.
The task that Tenten now faced was picking up her weapons. It was not as bad as some days because it was just kunai that she used. She had kept a mental tab running on how many she had thrown. Now it was just finding them all and returning them to her pouch of extra kunai. It was somewhat remedial but it was part of the job. 'Like an easter egg hunt, Tenten, think of it that way.' Tenten was picky about her weapons. She might mutter and groan about them but they were special to her. She tended to fondle over them like people would over a kitten though she did not talk to them.
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