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O-Ren takes the stairs two at a time, and if not for the semi-darkness, the smile on her face would be easily seen by anyone at the bottom. She's smiling a lot more these days, spending her time training with the ITF, with Arya, and working on the slow transformation of her old house into a shrine.
She's got the gate almost put together, and she finds herself in the mood to paint it. Bright red, of course, with the black upper lintel. Traditional, of course, but that's what she feels the occasion calls for, and so she's gone looking for it.
O-Ren leaps lightly from the last step and skims along the floor. She peruses each shelf, fingers trailing over the supplies there, until she finally comes to the cans of paint. "Ara!">
The red is up over her head, she finally figures out, and she has to stack a few spare fence slats up so she can reach. It's stuck, wedged in there with the other ones, and O-Ren has to pull hard to get it loose. The can comes free with a pop and before she can catch it, it's tumbling down, the lid coming loose and cool slick liquid covering her arms and chest, dripping down to the floor.
At first, she's just angry with herself, but she goes and turns on the light, and suddenly she's aware that there's red everywhere. She's covered in red. Red on the floor, on her skin, soaking her clothes.
She knows better. She knows it's not blood.
But still, O-Ren finds herself standing silently, fighting the sight of all that red.
She's got the gate almost put together, and she finds herself in the mood to paint it. Bright red, of course, with the black upper lintel. Traditional, of course, but that's what she feels the occasion calls for, and so she's gone looking for it.
O-Ren leaps lightly from the last step and skims along the floor. She peruses each shelf, fingers trailing over the supplies there, until she finally comes to the cans of paint. "Ara!">
The red is up over her head, she finally figures out, and she has to stack a few spare fence slats up so she can reach. It's stuck, wedged in there with the other ones, and O-Ren has to pull hard to get it loose. The can comes free with a pop and before she can catch it, it's tumbling down, the lid coming loose and cool slick liquid covering her arms and chest, dripping down to the floor.
At first, she's just angry with herself, but she goes and turns on the light, and suddenly she's aware that there's red everywhere. She's covered in red. Red on the floor, on her skin, soaking her clothes.
She knows better. She knows it's not blood.
But still, O-Ren finds herself standing silently, fighting the sight of all that red.