Materalizing realization

A step was equal to three as she sped through the village to the outskirts, frantic like a crazed woman. What was causing her distress? Who knew, that woman was one insane psycho. Her mind a schizophrenic breeding grounds at the moment, rain drenching her every inch. Her dark pink hair plastering to her face. Sweat mingling with the dusty rain of the clouds that was mixed with pollution. How disgusting. Her cloak floating behind her with a quick step. She could smell the damp grass and lichen in the air mingling with damp dog. She felt herself gag. Eww nasty. She wished for a noseplug, but yeah.. that didn't happen. Things didn't fall from the heavens. Well... rain did. Too bad her willing it to rain noseplugs would eave her unanswered in those means. She could wish all she wanted, but guess what, it wasn't happening. Even if she screamed at the top of her lungs towards the heavens. Bellowed at the gods themselves or even threatened the devil, there would be no plastic rain. It would continue to burn her nose in obnoxious manner. With a scoff, she shook her head and stared onwards. How silly the world was. She then began to space.

Jojo would be walking through this blasted rain that seemed to never end. She had just jouneyed from the Poison Village as that headband was over her neck as she herself was walking towards the far side of the grass as she had her clans make up on her forhead as her eyes scanned the area till coming upon a single person whom she didn't notice before but seems to her as though this person was spacing out of thought and reason as Jojo would call out to her, "Um, hey where exactly am I?" She trully had no idea but at the most she hoped to have it in mind that this person hopefully did know where she was.

Amy brought her eyes back to attention. Her face showing confusion. How had Amy not noticed this girl's presence? Well she was busy being distracted by the smell. That gawd-awful smell of wet dog. Where was the canine anyways? Her tiger eyes narrowed in an untrusting manner and yet when the girl called out for guidance, Amy softened her look. She didn't smile, but her face was less rigid, the black of her poncho keeping her warm. The dark pink hair of hers looking fiery red from the water. The pale of her skin was paler from the water-logged skin. Yet she looked almost like a child's doll, only with a few fractures in the skin. Those tigers of her eyes rested as she parted her lips to speak. "You are in Amegakure. Quite a far way to travel." Her voice chilling as ice though her words kind. She was curious. How did this young lady come so far away from her home? It was an odd question indeed, yet it would most likely remain unanswered. For a few moments she thought and shook her head. "I'm forgetting something. Forgive me, I must take a leave."

[exit]

The rain. The rain never stopped in this industrial city of Amegakura. Which wasn't the worst part. The worst part, for this young boy, was the fact that there was never anywhere to train. Training seemed to consume his life. It was weird, the only thing the boy was interested in was training, everything else was just another excuse to be lazy to him. Walking through an unfamiliar pathway, was the young boy named Tric. Tric, with his backpack full of simple training materials, walked down the raining side of the village. The grass was wet, and there was a weird smell in the air. "Jesus that stinks... Wonder where its coming from..." The boy looked around and tried to see where the smell was coming from. In the rain, it was hard to tell exactly where the scent's trail went off to, but it was defiantly pungent from where he was at. Losing interest, he continued to walk as he used his free hand to wipe the sweaty rain from his face. It was a long and hard training session for him, and he didn't have a towel or anything. He would have to remember where he put that towel. Tric looked to his left, and seen a couple of people standing by. "Wonder who they are..." As Tric rerouted his path, he walked up to the lot, and heard something about traveling. "Traveling... From where...?" He interrupted his own thoughts and but into the conversation. "Excuse me, but do you have a towel I could borr-?" Then, the lady was gone. Well, she seemed nice. Since the traveler didn't know where he or she was going, he decided to give her a little direction. "Well, that was nice of her... I can get you to the main gates of Amegakura, but from then on, shinobi will be watching you. And I got things to do so I can't be with you for to long. Knowing your a traveler, somebody will stop you." The dark haired boy, which his training bag over his shoulder, kept his head forward and kept walking. He walked off into the distance.

((Exit))