Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-25955740-20171003062044

Repulsive! Crawling along the pale ivory flesh by the hundreds, small fluffy crawlies trailed her her frame with tickling touches, like a mother, they cleaned, combed and brushed her hair, pulled some of it into a ponytail—Wrapping her right arm and torso in a fine pressed silk web wrapping, masking the nice bruise that hadn’t faded… Dressing her in the revolting ship uniform attire. The brown fabric was far from pleasant and rosy, the color reminded her of cedar and quite raggy, baggy and unfitting of her body. They adjusted the length by tying into small knotted buns, without trimming or cutting it, everything else, those spiders found themselves mending it temporarily to her body shape, in a snuggy fit and, shamefully enough, there wasn’t much that could do about the sandals, so, that knitted up something in advance, like a thick part of socks. Around the time seven AM hit, Liara was ready for this tedious day—Etching itself against her lips, it was that famous smile of hers, always a smile, despite being the ship cleaning slaves today. She didn’t express happiness, sadness, tiredness nor annoyance, of course not anger, never anger… Her smile just warped a bit based on her feelings or increased based on the intensity of it.

 Luminous, the sphere in the sky caused a small bake to the exposed flesh of body and the kindling feeling was quite welcoming, as the sea breeze gave a refreshing wash over—Lined up with the other trainees. Liara found herself hearing the barking orders of their supervisors, they were quite annoying and overbearing at this time, this early morning that this pale Uchiha found herself attuned to at this point, as she stuck to schedules, despite there not truly being one. As each trainee seemed quite annoyed, pissy and plainly sounding their displeasure. Hearing her moniker from Sunara-senpai, she looked to her with her huge violet hues with that smile she held. Being paired up with Kyo Hatake, she didn’t mind at all, at least it was someone she knew and someone who was quite nice to her—Hand a bucket and a few rags. She turned to Kyo, the person she liked to call Kota-senpai  with a smile, listening to what she had to say. The moment she spoke on getting this done quick, Liara nodded firmly with her lips parting “Agreed!” She said cheerfully, almost spilling the water in her bucket as she held it to her chest. The soapy water had a nice fresh lemon and lime smell, welcoming compared to what these clothes, but dog shit more lovely than these clothes.   Leaping to the deck with Kyo, she looked to her as she suggested something, however, she tilted her head, she thought about it. Breaking up would allow a faster result and they couldn’t be in eachother’s way, but being together would mean they could over the same area faster… “ Hm. I’ll take the back of the boat! I think we’ll get done faster, if I have issues I’ll just come to you and help on your side. ” She said. It wasn’t that she preferred working alone, but it seemed to be faster and she liked challenging herself—Timing herself too. Rags and bucket against her chest, she started to make her way to the back of the boat, but she paused for a moment. A sudden stop in her steps as she said something. “ Hey… Kyo… Smile more. Please. because... ” She said. Turning to look to Kyo, her smile faded into a blank expression as she narrowed her. She happened to catch earlier the words Kyo had said, about these days being the worst and funny enough, Liara didn’t believe in those type of days… Within her serious expression, one that didn’t hold a smile which seemed quite different and undoubtedly shocking. “I don’t let my days be anything other than good, there is no annoying, there is no waste of time. Those don’t exist. I don’t use the word luck nor lucky. But. I will say this. We are all lucky. ”  She paused for a moment, closing her hues as a smile found itself to her lips once again; gentle this smile was. She carried on speaking. “ Those that live and breathe in this moment. We are lucky. Those of the old world. Those millions couldn’t make it, they were not lucky. So. Please. Treat this day like your last. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">” She added. Despite Kyo showing passion, Liara wanted to express how she honestly felt about her words from earlier. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">As she turned her back to Kyo, she began to walk to the back of the boat. Speaking up again. “ <span style="font-weight:700;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">Days like these. Despite the cleaning. I think of them as challenges, games or an endurance trial. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">” She added with a soft giggle, as she ended the conversation there. She wasn’t the type to be rude. But, she did feel like Kyo was a bit ungrateful with the life she had and maybe, that’s why Liara had the ability to always smile. Smile for those who couldn’t… Enjoy the things that others couldn’t. Because right now. She was enjoying the lovely sea breeze and the ocean; the warmth of the sun too. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">Reaching the back the of the boat, she stepped over the gooey, mushy and sticky surface—Losing her flip flops along the way, having her silk knitted stocking-shoe land in the goo. Sinking right in, she hadn’t even hit the bottom yet! That was disgusting. Looking down at the flooring, her smile faded into a unbelieving <span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">what is this <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">, blinking blankly, attempting to lift her foot, it was like quicksand. So, she stepped again. But this time, her other flip flop came off. “ <span style="font-weight:700;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">Uhhh.. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">” She murmured in confusion… Was she suppose to ask for help? They didn’t say anything about the boat eating people... She’ll just put the bucket down here. Grabbing one of the rags and dipping it into the bucket and hanging it on the rim. Rolling up her pants, spiders found themselves exposed, they instantly ran up her legs, hiding back under the pant, not even they wanted anything to do with this fifth! This was so gooey and gross! A rag was not going to cut this. So. Looking around her, she noticed this broom, with really thick bristles, something one would use to do hard scrubbing—Pulling that to her, dunking it into the bucket and placed it near her feet. She attempted to place all her force into, digging into all this sludgy-guck. It was easier said than done. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">Much like an anime scene. Digging into this, she couldn’t find her feet! She couldn’t find the floor! “ <span style="font-weight:700;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">What is this?! <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">” She yelled, she had a broken smile! She sunk about ten inches into this shit! Where was the bottom!?