Killing Time. ((Open, No fighting.))

Zone was sitting on the beach side, with absolutely nothing on his mind. He was just out there to kill some time, and to sit back and enjoy the view. It was a very irritating day, with nothing to do at all. He looked down at the Kanji's on both of his wrists which were tattooed on his skin. Well, not tattooed, they were put there by the scroll that gave him powers. Even though he had yet to unlock them fully yet, they still stuck out on his skin. The silver haired boy looked back out into the sky. It was a beautiful orange purple, with clouds surrounding the horizon. It was a very lame day. With no friends to talk to, he was bored. The only thing there was to do was train, but there was no use in training right now. This was the closing of the day, and with absolutely nothing do, he figured he would use the rest of his time to chill. "Well. This is boring." Zone took out a kunai and spun it around his finger, it looking like helicopter propellers when he spun it. He quickly palmed the knife, and threw it up into the air. The boy didn't even look up. After a second or two, he put his hand out and grabbed the kunai. He almost slit his fingers, but he managed to catch it. He then put his kunai back into a pocket. Wondering what to do next, he hoped somebody came along.

Walking along the beach side, close enough that the water's tide washed over his feet, was the hooded man called Dante. He was here for no particular reason, other than walking. His mood was rather neutral, neither happy nor upset. There was no real thought in his mind as he walked, yet he was no oblivious to the world around him. He noticed a young male standing about on the sand, he looked toward him as he passed by. A simple nod was given in acknowledgement. Dante didn't stop walking however, he continued on his way. A sigh made as he thought about how anti-social he was being. Then again, if someone really wanted to talk to him all they had to do was approach. So yeah, Dante continued walking along the shore.

Dante walked the lengths of this very shore, leaving the visual range of the young man. He continued forward, his own path leading him to destinations unknown. The rain poured as the sky above grew dark and loud. The hooded assassin was left in his own company. It seemed he was beginning to enjoy the time alone these days. It offered him a chance to reflect on the inside and become one with his surroundings. The day for socializing would come someday, just not this day it seems.

[Exit]

Tanoth was walking slowly along the shore of the beach. A man passed him with just a blank expression. Tanoth continued to walk to see a younger boy on the dry land. Tanoth walked up to him and sat next to him. Most of Tanoths skin was covered by the trench coat and hat. But what could be seen seemed to be sweating. Tanoth forced himself to remain calm and spoke to the boy next to him.

"Hello, my name is Tanoth, how are you?"