So when are all of these classes supposed to start?

I understand the jungle kind of got in the way for a week, but that's all over now.

This is one way to train.

Though it would probably be better if I had a real sword instead of this self-made shinai.

[dictated unknowingly as her journal is knocked open]

Seventeen-thousand, one-hundred ninety-four...

Seventeen-thousand, one-hundred ninety-five...

Seventeen-thousand, one-hundred.... Hey, when'd my journal...?

[a few muffled sounds as she walks over to her journal, then, under her breath]

Damn, I think I lost count. [sound of the journal being closed]

[pen taps]

So, who's teaching this sword class?

And what about cooking?

Well, that was a nice nap.

Wonder why I slept for so long though...

((ooc: Kuina dressed up as Zoro... and promptly took a three-day nap.))

I've decided on my costume.

[private]

So let's see...

First I die. Then I come back with a number carved into my stomach. Then I find out my friend rival is missing.

...What am I working so hard for now?

[/private]

I don't feel like practicing. I think I'll try cooking something.

Zoro...?

Why aren't you in your room? Your name is taken off the door, too...

Did you change rooms?

...You didn't leave, did you?

What's going on? Where...? What happened? Where's all the creepy stuff?

...Why do I have scars on my stomach?

....zero one one two one....

Please. This isn't that scary.

If anybody needs me, I'll be out on the lawn, practicing.