Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-25955740-20171013040757

Stunned. That’s all her body could do. Appearing out of nowhere and truly. She would’ve been dead and in honesty. She should’ve. Choking on the life she almost just lost, she didn’t say a word. Once again, if she hadn’t always felt like. She was just a mere ant in the sea of hundred and being addressed without speaking a single world. She turned around, a shake and tremble through her whole body—Where did she want to go? Where could she go? She didn’t want to go to the festival. She simply wanted to cry once again and curse her existence. Uchiha, this and Uchiha that. She didn’t have the slightest clue of her bloodline, but she knew it wasn’t something to be proud considering some of the disgust that she did get sometimes—But answers?   Holding back tears, she wasn’t sure how to feel. Possibly, it was the shock. Those looks from the two of those men, one being older and the one being the one that held disdain—She truly didn’t know how close she was to death, it took him saying for her to notice that. Stepping back to the barracks, she happened to be stopped by a group of females that attempted to talk to her about the festival, she said not a word. She had nothing to say as she lifeless walked to her bunk, moving around to the right side and those sniffles, she withheld them and those held tears, she'd rather choke on them.   Kneeling down against the floor, she scanned over a familiar set of worn boards as she used her nail to pull of a set of them, revealing a stash of some type—A bottle of a familiar poison that Sup Pung gave her, a book with ink and a brush pen, a picture of her family, smiling little brother, older brother, father, mother and herself. A few other things, such as a small bag filled with items. Pulling out the small bookbag pouch, she stuffed it with the bottle and book with the ink brush pen set. Doing this with haste, her arms were still shaking and she attempted to keep as quiet as possible, however. That wasn’t going to be the case. “ W-What’s wrong? ” They sung, the spiders that circled around her bed, those colorful creatures held themselves fluffy and with a simple movement, she placed the boards back down. Stomping the boards in place, it was loud, but, she didn’t quite care… She couldn’t care, not even her for her spiders. She made her way out of her barrack and avoided anyone, everyone she could actually. Going around the festive grounds as she casually strolled towards the forest area.

If all went accordingly, she would’ve made it to the forest. Once in the forest, she’ll happily go by the river side taking out the pen and book, drawing a fish awhile downing the bottle that she wasn’t suppose to be having—After a bit of writing, she would’ve tore out the page, lighting a match and setting in on fire. Curling up in a tight ball with bottle next to her, those tears were in bound. She planned on spending the rest of her night out here, she’ll be able to catch the fireworks, she could do without the people.