Ordinary Day (active)
Characters: Hotori, Hotaru, those who want to join
Content: The nin make decisions
Setting: The hospital and surrounding area
Warnings: Possible gore, later
The sky in this place never changed. Always red, always burgundy, a musty, dust-choked color that felt claustrophobic enough on its own, not to mention the constant press of buildings that seemed as if they would march closer at any time.
Hotori stood watching that sky, his back against the jut where the roof-access stairs rose from the floor below. It had been too long. There was no place for them amongst the Akatsuki anymore. Even with the rings still in their possession- which he rotated idly on one finger- Isamu would choose others. Those more suited to not disappearing on a simple mission.
He breathed long through his nose. What would they do now? This place didn't need those like he and Hotaru, just as they had no use for this place. Perhaps it would be better if they moved on, sought a purpose elsewhere. As it was, he was... bored.
He didn't slide, but curled his legs beneath him and settled into sitting, head resting back against the wall.
Content: The nin make decisions
Setting: The hospital and surrounding area
Warnings: Possible gore, later
The sky in this place never changed. Always red, always burgundy, a musty, dust-choked color that felt claustrophobic enough on its own, not to mention the constant press of buildings that seemed as if they would march closer at any time.
Hotori stood watching that sky, his back against the jut where the roof-access stairs rose from the floor below. It had been too long. There was no place for them amongst the Akatsuki anymore. Even with the rings still in their possession- which he rotated idly on one finger- Isamu would choose others. Those more suited to not disappearing on a simple mission.
He breathed long through his nose. What would they do now? This place didn't need those like he and Hotaru, just as they had no use for this place. Perhaps it would be better if they moved on, sought a purpose elsewhere. As it was, he was... bored.
He didn't slide, but curled his legs beneath him and settled into sitting, head resting back against the wall.