Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170814024224/@comment-25955740-20170814024520

Late. Ah. It was a last moment pass along, she didn’t mind. Coral intertwined with peach, a feminine silhouette departed from the horizon; the sun kissed the leaf ‘goodnight’ , the beautiful wave of dawn— Love me I say, love me I say, love me I say . Blooming like buds in the spring, a gleeful tune mingled from tender vocals, a song whirled with the breeze. Clutched within delicate fingers, the square shape of six tidily documents bound by a red string found itself pressed into the cushiony bosom. The feminine figure that waltzed along the roofs of many buildings in a flicker trailed her way to the Uchiha resident with haste— Grow as you may, like a sweet summer day.  Call it incompetence for being delayed, or call it unwillingness, it appeared most konohagakure couriers had a distaste towards Uchiha or possibly, the job didn’t tickle their fancy, considering most couriers enjoyed the long travels outside of Konohagakure, new signs and new dangerous; challenges to be timed on. Accepting without confrontation, the novice, being her, seemed not to mind doing both, picking up six documents at six different places and then delivering them to the person that requested them, in this case, some Uchiha she never once met. Though, if she contemplated it, she didn’t know anyone and noone really knew her, she was a simple  female who attempted the notion of a simple life.   A simple life wasn’t something that made her content, but it was a life that she attempted to follow—She’d couldn’t find an ambition in being a full-leaf kunoichi.. ‘Least, she didn’t find motivation in being one or anyone that had motivation in helping her be one, considering her nature. Spotting a gate entrance with an Uchiha symboled sign, amethyst hues simply focused to, this seemed like the place—Leaping down from the ebony bamboo roofing of a gate. Motioned to a normal pace, she found herself standing before the sign and entrance to an oriental house, there was a zen garden next to the path with interesting designs in the sand, along with few plants that made the place seem a bit less intermediating, compared to the horrid rumors that danced around the clan known for having a Dōjutsu that made nightmares true and lies revealed— Burning daylight , she thought. The tune that blossomed became nothing more than a faint hum that locked within her throat as she stepped forth, trailing along the stone path to the front door. Her hues scanned left to right to spot any life that may be the person she was to deliver this to, it felt a bit weird, or awkward, if she could feel that— I never delivered something so important in such a personal manner, she thought once more. Possibly, those rumors were getting to her.. Did she actually have a sense of fear? She thought the trials did away with that, so, it wasn’t fear.. It was curiosity. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">She wasn’t a conversationalist, this was also her first courier job for this branch, it even showed in her attire—Dressed not in their standard uniform, fancying a dress-themed kimono. Slipping one hand from the documents, curling her right hand into a fist, she stepped up the door’s frame, about a foot of distance between her and the door. knock, knock, knock. She tapped against the door twist, tap being a soft bash enough to cause a small shake to the frame and a noise to alert the person inside—“H-H-Hello?” She questioned aloud, her voice was soft, elegant and seemed quite nervous; uncertain if her knock was enough. Stepping back from the door frame, she started to contemplate once more, she found herself looking to the setted horizon, it was already getting dark— <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">The streetlights, <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">she thought. Funny, she spent her whole day on this one thing, guess.. Time wastes for noone and it can really fly. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">