Titles Are So Mainstream

The Sunagami’s emotional denial caused Adrianna to shrink back slightly; she felt a spike of guilt for being so quick to accuse the man. Of course, even now she still couldn’t be sure that he was telling the truth, the horrorible situation they had found themselves in could very well have been fabricated by him as some sort of perverse “test”, but as he was still her comrade, Adrianna decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

A decision which, ultimately, did not help Adrianna understand their situation at all. If they weren’t in a genjutsu, then what the hell was happening? She’d read murder mysteries that were less gruesome than they were facing within the sewers. The smells and sights within the chamber was beginning to get to her. She could feel moisture gathering in the back of her mouth as her body prepared to empty her stomach of its contents. Adrianna utilized every ounce of her shinobi conditioning to fight the feeling down.

Though Adrianna didn’t share Rokuto’s zeal for capturing whoever had perpetrated the slaughtery, she could appreciate the idea of actively doing [i]something[/i] as opposed to standing around and fretting,. As such, with a silent nod of assent, she moved to follow the sandman through the narrow corridor that led deeper into the sewerage system. With her bow held at the ready, she stalked cautiously forward, her jade irises sweeping the area for targets. Just as she reached the mouth of the narrow corridor, a random thought made her pause and examine the area behind the group. Kenchiro was trailing Rokuto, but Ikki was lagging behind them. Considering the geography of the bridge they had been on, it seemed impossible for anything to sneak up on them. And yet, that feeling that they were surrounded was still clawing at the edges of her concious. Better safe than sorry.

“Ikki, get in front of me.” She said, gesturing for him to move forward. With the two genin inbetween her and Rokuto, it would be easier to protect them if the shit hit the fan. Well, if the shit hit the fan any more than it already had.

Once the white-haired genin had moved up, she remained where she was a few minutes longer, her hard-edged stare practically willing something to jump out of the darkness around them. That was when she heard the screams.

Adrianna jumped, her already stretched nerves reaching the breaking point. In one motion she did a 180 and pulled the nocked arrow back until it was taut against the string of her bow. It was reflex, and also a useless gesture, for she the narrowness of the corridor caused the three boy’s figures to obscure her vision. Whatever horrors had caused them to cry out was invisible to her. The blonde haired boy mentioned something about breaking a genjutsu, and she would have smiled at the fact that he had come to the same conclusion as she if she wasn’t so scared out of her mind and jacked up on adrenalin.

“Rokuto, what is it?” She hollered down the corridor. If only the hallway wasn’t so god damn [i]narrow[/i]!

200 million dollars can feed 800 thousand people three times a day for one year. Today, the US senate passed a bill approving a military defense budget of 450 billion dollars. There are a thousand millions in one billion. World hunger is not a resource-deficit problem. It is a logistical problem. It is a problem of apathy; of not caring.

the80sareforever:

The destruction of a childhood.

Sad, yo.

I asked her out today! … and she said no! =D

Like, she said it in a more eloquent way than that, but that’s the gist. LOL

And yet I feel content. In a way, just being able to finally man up and ask the girl out was a success in itself. Kind of a pathetic way to look at it, one might say, and you might be kind of right. But fuck you anyway. I am a shy, socially awkward motherfucker; and while it does suck that she “rejected” (see, it even hurts to think it D:) me, on the other hand it’s not the end of the world; it’s a learning experience, and it’s progress.

I feel like there’s more I should say on the matter since it was a big deal for such a long time. But, that’s it, really. There’s nothing more to say. So like. Bye.