[Thread] How bordeom tends to shape

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Characters: AU!Konan and OU!Johan
Where: Plaza area
When: Midday (*insert date here*)
Summary: Konan goes out to wander and runs into someone she has not seen.
Warnings: None?

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Things had finally started to look up in Econtra. Relationships, which had been pulled and stressed until worn dangerously thin on that first night, were finally beginning to return to their old shape. And there were promises that they would become even stronger, deeper, than they had before. That thought still exhilarated Johan, even now, enough so that there was a slight bounce in his step. And in the familiar surroundings of cold and snow, amusing memories from his old school filtered back to him and settled in places from which they had been absent for many months.

As it was, he smiling when he came into the vicinity of the fountain. There was someone sitting there on the edge---closer inspection revealed it to be a female, in what could not have been overly warm attire. He paused, taking her in, seeing how she would react to his sudden intrusion into her sphere.

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At first Konan hadn't noticed someone coming closer to her little haven, however, the nagging feeling that she needed to look up was enough to pull her out of her blissful solitude to see who would invade her peaceful little area. Upon inspection she resisted the urge to snort just a little, just a boy, it seemed. Not that many people could put themselves up against her and survive in a true battle, anyway.

"Do not just stand there, either continue on or take a seat. I do not care either way." Either way she went back to her origami, finishing up the last touched a fairly elaborate rose, shifting a little to replace the old one in her hair with the new. Her old one was beginning to look a little beaten up and she certainly couldn't have that.

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When she noticed his presence and looked up he smiled. It was an amiable smile, one that was just enough to let anyone know that he meant no harm---that he could not harm them, anyway, unless he had some kind of beef with them. And there was no way he could have possibly had anything against someone he had not met before unless he had heard something before. But this girl had no reputation as far as he had heard---which was not very far, admittedly.

He was about to say something about her apparent disinterest when she spoke up. Taking the invitation and, sensing no immediate threat, he approached and sat on the rim of the fountain a respectable distance away. "Origami, eh?" he began, his eyes travelling from the rose in her hands to the rose in her hair. "You're really good at it, especially considering how cold your hands must be."

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The smile did little to assure her that he meant no harm, if there was one thing she had learned in her years of being a shinobi it was that she had to keep up on her guard at all times. Even the nicest acting people could turn deadly if you weren't careful. They were the ones who would stab you in the back if they gained the chance.

Pausing from her inspection of her old rose she turned her attention to him once more, "I admit that it is colder here than the places I am used to. And I have perfected my art since I was a child, it has always been a gift of mine." And a very effective method of taking people off guard as weapons, as well. Determining that her rose was trashed she crumpled it in her hand, sighing lightly at the prospect. She hated destroying her works but there wasn't much she could do to salvage that one.