Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25687356-20170601223343

Participants: Tiatsu Uchiha

Avikame Yuki

Setting: Konoha - Decent afternoon

Avikame:  Avikame was hungry again. She never knew that being outside would make her this hungry. When she use to sit at home with her Grandmother, she would never get hungry and eat only about a single meal a day. Out here, she found herself eating four meals some days! Regardless, it was that time of the day again where she would find herself shifting through the food market in search of something to nom. The girl held a blank expression while she would occasionally glance at the signs and figure that a majority of them did not have what she enjoyed the most: fresh fruit. She knew fruit when she tasted it… A lot of these places seemed to have strange tastes to them. Back in the mist village, fruit was always plentiful and sweet… Not to say that she would want to be back there but there had to be a good fruit stand around here somewhere. While her mind rambled on about nothing at all, she found herself stepping in front of a large shop with several fruits embedded on the sign. The fruits had goofy faces that tried to make them seem excited and happy but Avikame was not very entertained by the idea that fruit would be excited to be devoured mercilessly by the pale cold-skinned girl. She stood there for a good 10 minutes trying to decide if she should return home afterwards. No-- She still needed to punish herself for what she did at the training grounds. When would she allow herself to return home, even she wasn’t sure but when the time came, she would know then.Upon entering the shop, she would find a display with plentiful amounts of food. Fruit of all kinds were made in various ways but she was very classic, asking for only a bundle of grapes and a peach. It was a quick and easy order that was eventually found in the palms of her hand. She had left her currency on the table before her and the transaction was finished. ‘Do these have seeds?’ She wondered to herself. A fruitful number of pointless questions filled her mind as she stared at the meal in her two hands. After a time, she turned around and began to make her way to sit at one of the empty seats, of which there were plenty. The pale girl just seemed dead inside, her eyes seemingly tired and her expression somewhere between stern and blank but not all too expressive. If anything, someone might think she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. Without much to say, she walked through the place and would catch an empty seat of her choice-- advancing toward it very casually and without much urgency at all. Did the world move slow for this girl? She seemed a bit slow in some regard. 