Twenty-two serpents: And we are all a bunch of liars
[As anyone in Hyuuga II may have noticed for the last few minutes, there seems to be an odd sound coming from Anko's room. A sort of 'thunk'ing noise, through the walls.
With a particularly loud one, Anko's PCD clatters to the floor, and on, revealing, at least, the 'how' and 'what' of the noise, if not the 'why'. Stuck in a wall post is an assortment of... sharp things. From kitchen forks and knives that look like someone polished them to a sharper point on a rock, a few assorted skewers (the kind you might use in cooking), and other motley weapons.
A spoon goes flying, sharpened handle first, to thunk into the wood along with the other things, before Anko leans down to pick up her stray PCD. She's scowling, and doesn't look happy--brooding, you might say.]
Damn, stupid thing. No one--nothing here works right. Even the stupid weather won't cooperate, and I think we only have canned vegetables left and...
[She tosses another skewer without looking (though it hits true) and looks at the PCD again with a sigh and then a grin (though her heart's not really in it).]
Between the snow and you people, how's a girl supposed to have fun around here, huh? None of you even spilled juicy secrets during that last little bought of truthfulness there. Too bad, woulda been interesting.
[Half of that was lies, but that's how she rolls. She lets the smile go with a sigh, twirling a knife between her fingers absently.]
Whatever. Nevermind.
[She throws the knife, and cuts off the feed.]
[ooc: Eh, Anko's a little upset about people leaving. Again. Abandonment complex ftl.]
With a particularly loud one, Anko's PCD clatters to the floor, and on, revealing, at least, the 'how' and 'what' of the noise, if not the 'why'. Stuck in a wall post is an assortment of... sharp things. From kitchen forks and knives that look like someone polished them to a sharper point on a rock, a few assorted skewers (the kind you might use in cooking), and other motley weapons.
A spoon goes flying, sharpened handle first, to thunk into the wood along with the other things, before Anko leans down to pick up her stray PCD. She's scowling, and doesn't look happy--brooding, you might say.]
Damn, stupid thing. No one--nothing here works right. Even the stupid weather won't cooperate, and I think we only have canned vegetables left and...
[She tosses another skewer without looking (though it hits true) and looks at the PCD again with a sigh and then a grin (though her heart's not really in it).]
Between the snow and you people, how's a girl supposed to have fun around here, huh? None of you even spilled juicy secrets during that last little bought of truthfulness there. Too bad, woulda been interesting.
[Half of that was lies, but that's how she rolls. She lets the smile go with a sigh, twirling a knife between her fingers absently.]
Whatever. Nevermind.
[She throws the knife, and cuts off the feed.]
[ooc: Eh, Anko's a little upset about people leaving. Again. Abandonment complex ftl.]