With blood on the concrete.
Who: Uchiha Sasuke and OPEN
What: One increasingly frustrated ninja is wandering the campus.
Where: Various places around campus.
When: Backdated to the Heart Shards event, July twenty-eighth
Rating: PG to PG-13 for language, most likely.
He woke up frustrated that morning, spent a frustrating hour trying to read and study, and had left his confused roommate in their room because he was still too damn frustrated to deal with him or with the prospect of sitting still. And it wasn't getting any better. It was like every time he took a step or shifted his gaze he was reminded of yet another reason why he couldn't stand being here, or how another year in his life had passed and he was still so physically weak, or how he was just wasting time in general. Everything that constantly plagued him in the back of his mind was hitting full force, and he was unable to cope with it.
"Dammit..." Sasuke's fist collided with the good-sized boulder yet again, the shinobi breathing heavily and taking little comfort in the faint breeze that blew through the park. All he noticed was the blood on his knuckles, the way the skin had torn. Pathetic... He felt a jolt in his left arm before barely contained electricity manifested itself in his hand, emitting a sharp and piercing sound like the chirping of a thousand birds. One quick strike and the rock exploded, shattering at its core and sending larger pieces of rubble in all directions.
Still he didn't feel any better.
What: One increasingly frustrated ninja is wandering the campus.
Where: Various places around campus.
When: Backdated to the Heart Shards event, July twenty-eighth
Rating: PG to PG-13 for language, most likely.
He woke up frustrated that morning, spent a frustrating hour trying to read and study, and had left his confused roommate in their room because he was still too damn frustrated to deal with him or with the prospect of sitting still. And it wasn't getting any better. It was like every time he took a step or shifted his gaze he was reminded of yet another reason why he couldn't stand being here, or how another year in his life had passed and he was still so physically weak, or how he was just wasting time in general. Everything that constantly plagued him in the back of his mind was hitting full force, and he was unable to cope with it.
"Dammit..." Sasuke's fist collided with the good-sized boulder yet again, the shinobi breathing heavily and taking little comfort in the faint breeze that blew through the park. All he noticed was the blood on his knuckles, the way the skin had torn. Pathetic... He felt a jolt in his left arm before barely contained electricity manifested itself in his hand, emitting a sharp and piercing sound like the chirping of a thousand birds. One quick strike and the rock exploded, shattering at its core and sending larger pieces of rubble in all directions.
Still he didn't feel any better.