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I didn't even think the rp had started.
I'd post again, but I don't like posting so soon after my previous one :/
I'd be interested.
Anyone on?
Shiro lost her grip, falling a few inches down the tree she was climbing - or attempting to at least - before her flailing hands purchased grip on the rough bark once again. She uttered a string of curses under her breath, the sting of numerous cuts all over her hands, a constant throb of pain that was beginning to drive her mad. She gritted her teeth and caught her breath, surveying the area around and below her, which was really nothing she coundn't see from the ground. She was lost and could think of no other way to find her current location, and by extension the location of the dojo, than by climbing as far up a tree as she possibly could. So that's exactly what she was doing, and what did she have to show for it? She was 3ft up a tree which, by almost anybodys terms, was pitiful, and was covered head to toe in dirt. A monkey she was not. Giving up Shiro slumped against the tree, sideways against the trunk and at an awkward angle. Giving up. Her next best option was to find someone going to the same location - but the foliage was thick and if she couldn't find her way through such a small forest, what luck would she have at tracking? She groaned and sat up only to hug her knees and stare into the middle distance, plotting.
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Edited my first post ^w^
Jarrod was sat at the small, wooden writing desk in the corner of his room, reading one of the many books he'd swiped off the bookshelf in a sleep-induced stupor earlier that morning. He had leafed through the pages more as a theraputic deterrent to the nightmares that had plagued his sleep than as a form of light reading, the feel of the thin substance between his fingers and the yellow-tinged glare of the light settling his nerves and steadying his heartbeat. He closed the covers of the book, about to pick up another, when he heard a dull but resounding 'thud' from a lower room of the house.
He sat frozen for a few moments, straining his ears, listening for an identical sound that might betray the presence of an intruder... An simple burgular, or a hunter?
Stumbling upright, legs numb and unfeeling from lack of use, Jarrod began roughly pulling on random pieces of clothing that littered the floor. Denim rousers, plain white t-shirt... where dafuq was his other sock? He searched under the bed, beneath the duvet, in the drawers and finally under the other pieces of clothing, but it was nowhere in sight. He heaved a sigh, spying the renegade fabric atop, of all things, the wardrobe. He grabbed it and proceeded to half-run, half-hop to the doorway as he pulled it over his bare foot - only to trip over his messy floor before he made it, smacking his face off the door handle with a sickening crack.
Everything went black for a moment as he was looking up at the ceiling, wondering if he was dead or not. Gingerly, Jarrod rubbed his poor nose with the back of his hand, dark liquid staining his pale skin. Great. He just hoped it wasn't broken.
Picking himself off the floor and making a mental note to clean his room, he opened the door, stumbled down the stairs and made his way to the kitchen, where he assumed the noise had came from.

Name: Shiro Reihashi
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Spirit Animal: Orca (Killer Whale)
Personality: Shiro is a generally serene person who can be quite detached from the world at times and can be quite hard to figure out, but she's reasonably intelligent and observant. As a woman of very few words, Shiro can come across as quite brash and unorthodox with little regards for anybody else's feelings. This is, to put bluntly, as far from the truth as anybody could be. She may not understand why somebody is upset, nor know how or what to say to comfort them, but will go out of her way to make them feel like they matter - even if he can only think to show this by sitting next to a person due to his discomfort of being around anything that isn't inanimate. Whenever she's not spending time eating, she enjoys sketching landscapes and reading books.
Crush: None
Other: -
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