[007]
[She has no idea how long she's been gone, but Temari is fairly certain that it had to be more than just a handful of days. Everything hurts, and she has a pretty good idea why. This is what she gets for losing her temper, maybe; the Malnosso don't seem to take kindly to such vehement displays of distaste for their methods, it seems. She's wearing a shapeless New Feather's dress that's been marred by patches of blood and dirt, the sun is beating down on her and she's cold.
This is not good.
Injured or not, thought processes just this side of fuzzy or not, Temari is a ninja and the first thing she does is hide.
Well, that's the second. The first thing she does is snag the journal that's been left near her, then she stumbles toward the denser underbrush of the forest. There's a downed tree, in amongst a good amount of undergrowth. That'll do. She even manages to hide her tracks fairly well. Once she's settled and exhausted, she turns to the journal. Carefully, she makes sure it's filtered and set to audio only.]
[Filtered to Shikamaru and Chouji | 50% 100%]
[She's rather counting on Shikamaru bumping up that filter. And, damn it all, her voice isn't as steady as she wants it to be.]
Guys. I think... [Trailing off. Right, no thinking about it. She knows she needs help.] I could use a hand or two.
[And then she huddles in on herself to wait, trying not to shiver and trying not to be freshly alarmed by what she thought were superficial injuries.]
This is not good.
Injured or not, thought processes just this side of fuzzy or not, Temari is a ninja and the first thing she does is hide.
Well, that's the second. The first thing she does is snag the journal that's been left near her, then she stumbles toward the denser underbrush of the forest. There's a downed tree, in amongst a good amount of undergrowth. That'll do. She even manages to hide her tracks fairly well. Once she's settled and exhausted, she turns to the journal. Carefully, she makes sure it's filtered and set to audio only.]
[Filtered to Shikamaru and Chouji | 50% 100%]
[She's rather counting on Shikamaru bumping up that filter. And, damn it all, her voice isn't as steady as she wants it to be.]
Guys. I think... [Trailing off. Right, no thinking about it. She knows she needs help.] I could use a hand or two.
[And then she huddles in on herself to wait, trying not to shiver and trying not to be freshly alarmed by what she thought were superficial injuries.]