In search of the lost one.
Nov 1, 2011 19:13:02 GMT -7
Post by Jimarai Kotetsu on Nov 1, 2011 19:13:02 GMT -7
Traveling back along the dock, the sun would start to be enveloped by both the clouds and the horizon, giving the effect of a ruby red skyscape. Walking hurriedly and in a panic, Jimarai would walk past the boat they had arrived at the island in, and quickly jerk himself back awkwardly after realising this little fact. Lo-and-behold however, he would run into man crossing his path and bump back off of him, appologising profusely, before receiving a fist to the mouth.
A small cut would call its home on Jimarai's lower lip and a sliver of blood would ooze out and down to his chin. The man was a sailor, rough and ready by the looks of him, though was quite content to leave their altercation at that - A king hit on an unsuspecting teen. If he had been the type that was quick to anger, Jimarai would have stalked the man down and done him an ijury of his own, though he had more pressing issues on his mind, and the pain was numbed by this fact.
Boarding the boat, the captain would blow a whistle and the gangplank would be raised aboard. Quickly approaching the captain, he would wipe away the blood running from his mouth. "Have you seen the genin that was with me after we left the boat? Kaguya, Hoki."
"Not 'till after you lot left wiffout 'im." would be the gravelly reply from the brusque burly captain.
"Left without him? ... He didn't follow us off the boat then ... OK, thankyou for your time!"
Trying to hurry away to look elsewhere aboard before the boat gathered much more momentum, he would stumble upon the crane on the side of the boat that would lower the life raft into the ocean. It was devoid of any life raft, though near it was a bag, a note and some blood on deck. Quickly snatching up the note, eyes would blur with motion of reading.
The bag would also sport some blood, leading Jimarai to the gut wrenching conclusion of what had happened. More pressingly however, the boat was starting to pull away and Jim leaped into the air, clearing the side of the boat and landing precariously on the deck ... only to fall back into the water. Despite this however, his reflexes would save the bag and note, clutched individually in each hand as he would hold both arms above the water after falling in.
Now dripping wet, the night was drawing around him, and the cold increasing, he would head back towards the spectator room, unsure of what to tell his comrades.
[EXIT]
A small cut would call its home on Jimarai's lower lip and a sliver of blood would ooze out and down to his chin. The man was a sailor, rough and ready by the looks of him, though was quite content to leave their altercation at that - A king hit on an unsuspecting teen. If he had been the type that was quick to anger, Jimarai would have stalked the man down and done him an ijury of his own, though he had more pressing issues on his mind, and the pain was numbed by this fact.
Boarding the boat, the captain would blow a whistle and the gangplank would be raised aboard. Quickly approaching the captain, he would wipe away the blood running from his mouth. "Have you seen the genin that was with me after we left the boat? Kaguya, Hoki."
"Not 'till after you lot left wiffout 'im." would be the gravelly reply from the brusque burly captain.
"Left without him? ... He didn't follow us off the boat then ... OK, thankyou for your time!"
Trying to hurry away to look elsewhere aboard before the boat gathered much more momentum, he would stumble upon the crane on the side of the boat that would lower the life raft into the ocean. It was devoid of any life raft, though near it was a bag, a note and some blood on deck. Quickly snatching up the note, eyes would blur with motion of reading.
"If you found this letter by now, that means i'm dead. I slit my wrist and I'll be drowning myself shortly after.
Hoki Kaguya"
[/center]Hoki Kaguya"
The bag would also sport some blood, leading Jimarai to the gut wrenching conclusion of what had happened. More pressingly however, the boat was starting to pull away and Jim leaped into the air, clearing the side of the boat and landing precariously on the deck ... only to fall back into the water. Despite this however, his reflexes would save the bag and note, clutched individually in each hand as he would hold both arms above the water after falling in.
Now dripping wet, the night was drawing around him, and the cold increasing, he would head back towards the spectator room, unsure of what to tell his comrades.
[EXIT]