Open log; feel free to butt in.
Characters: Uchiha Fugaku, anyone else.
Setting: Coast of the Bay.
Time: Early morning.
Open: Don't be a stranger.
Style: Play-by-post
The beaches of this country were perhaps the most depressing. The landscape was dirty and littered, and much of the sand had eroded away. Most of the sand had more of an earthen brown tone rather than an appealing golden hue. Not much had changed with this beach over the years, besides that it was safer for a person to walk across it without wearing shoes some years ago.
Fugaku had ordered his driver to stop at this beach, and refused anyone to accompany him during this visit to the coastline. During his walk aside the sand, his thoughts drifted back toward much more prosperous times. He couldn't count the number of times he took Mikoto out to this location--neither of them seemed to mind the abysmal dreariness of the poorly kept beach while together.
The state of the beach hardly driven him to depression. Considering all the horrors Fugaku has witnessed over the years; it'd take more than eroded sand to set his stability off. He reached his hand past the collar of his haori and removed a package of cigarettes. He was in a calm state, for once; if someone were to bother him, they better have a good reason.
Setting: Coast of the Bay.
Time: Early morning.
Open: Don't be a stranger.
Style: Play-by-post
The beaches of this country were perhaps the most depressing. The landscape was dirty and littered, and much of the sand had eroded away. Most of the sand had more of an earthen brown tone rather than an appealing golden hue. Not much had changed with this beach over the years, besides that it was safer for a person to walk across it without wearing shoes some years ago.
Fugaku had ordered his driver to stop at this beach, and refused anyone to accompany him during this visit to the coastline. During his walk aside the sand, his thoughts drifted back toward much more prosperous times. He couldn't count the number of times he took Mikoto out to this location--neither of them seemed to mind the abysmal dreariness of the poorly kept beach while together.
The state of the beach hardly driven him to depression. Considering all the horrors Fugaku has witnessed over the years; it'd take more than eroded sand to set his stability off. He reached his hand past the collar of his haori and removed a package of cigarettes. He was in a calm state, for once; if someone were to bother him, they better have a good reason.