Tenten [ テンテン ] (oriental_dragon) wrote in last_stretch,
@ 2009-08-28 11:37:00

Current mood:	lonely
Entry tags:	open log, tenten, zetsu

[ Open - In Progress | Truth is you can stop and stare ]
Who: Tenten, Zetsu, Anyone who wants to come... o-otherwise I'm RPing with myself. ;~; ~~I-i'll give you muffins?~~
What: Martial Arts Expo
Where: Hibiya Park
When: Saturday, August 29; 10 AM - 6 PM
Note: Create individual threads/logs at your leisure. ♥

From eleven to twelve thirty, her world would consist of one point. One singular target that was marked at the center of the mato. That was how long the Kyuudo demonstration was scheduled to last. And Tenten was perfectly fine with that. It would be her first of the day, the kenjutsu demo not set to occur until later that afternoon. And if push came to shove, the young woman would have to stand-in for the Aikido exhibition towards the end of the day. Managable at least. And it gave her plenty of time to practice her aim as well as technique. She would need it.

The organizers had saw it fit to squeeze in a miniature tournament for all those participating. One of their better ideas, Tenten thought to herself as she lined up the arrow to the target. But it had not been enough to make up for a mountain of mistakes when they had failed to send out the invitations to the surrounding dojos. Not in her mind, in any case. She had only caught wind of it because of something Sakura had mentioned. And if that had not happened, the event would have a lot less supporters.

And that would have been a tragedy.

Taking in a deep breath, she let it out slowly. And with it went all the stress that had built up over the past few weeks until there was nothing but the point of her arrow and the center of the target. Because only by expelling all other thoughts -- by clearing her mind of all other distractions -- could she perform to the best of her ability. That was the way of Kyuudo. True, it had been a few weeks since Tenten was last able practice, more focused on helping to organize the event and ensuring that the problems were managable. But the lessons were still there. And years of experience could not be forgotten so easily.

Another breath. A twang of the bow string -- a breeze of air just above her ear -- as she released the arrow. And then a soft thud as the arrow made contact with the target. Kanteki. Just off-center. Tenten's lips pressed together in an even line before she lined up to take another shot. She had been aiming for a Zaiteki.

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_feedme
2009-09-26 03:42 pm UTC (link)

Food on a stick would never cease to amuse him. There seemed to be no limit to the amount of meat, dough, or vegetable that the human mind could not conceive to shove a bamboo skewer through and call by some adorable little name. It was one of the most adorable parts of the human psyche, as far as he could tell. Well, that and the nearly omnipresent fear of the great unknown which is death. Silly, adorable creatures.

Calmly munching on the second to last bite of his Goma dango, Zetsu's left eye found itself wandering back toward the archery range. As the cheering had indicated, the event seemed to have come to a close. Of course the girl from his school had triumphed. He checked away the information, sending it zapping through the giant filing cabinet which was his mind. Really, when it wasn't a dark and disturbing place, the catalog of photographic memories was absolutely phenomenal to appreciate. Looking a little closer at what it was his mind documented, at the immensely immaculate detail and intense personal level of information slipping its tendrils into the lives of those he shouldn't know very well, it got back into being a dark and disturbing place, but the shining level of organization was a marketable skill.

His right eye managed to catch sight of the girl again, wending her way through the crowd toward the small cluster of food vendors, a dango in their own right if the world were a giant go board. Slipping around to come up behind her wasn't difficult at all; it was the sort of thing he did all the time, sneaking through crowds toward unsuspecting prey. Zetsu didn't bother with a tap on the shoulder or a precursory noise of recognition. Instead, he simply materialized at the young female archer's side, finishing the last little nibble of his dango off of the skewer.

"Congratulations."

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oriental_dragon
2009-09-29 03:51 am UTC (link)

When in doubt, following your nose was a good course of action. With the crowd as thick as it was, everyone else well-fed and hungry for some excitement, it was hard to zero in on the charts and booths that were set up to distribute the food to wandering patrons. But nothing could mask the delicious smells that wafted through the air. Scents that became stronger with every step she took. Normally one with impressive control and restrain, Tenten was almost too starved to pay any mind to what was going on in the surrounding area. Or to who may or may not have been following her.

So when the Dean of her university seemingly appeared out of thin air to greet her, the young woman had been relatively caught off-guard. And nearly dropped her plate of sauteed pork kabob because of it.

"Dean Zetsu! Uh... thank you." It was never exactly easy to address a figure of authority. Especially when there had been no interpersonal relation to fall back on. And particularly when the conversation occurred outside of the familiar campus grounds where she had been accustomed to seeing him. For Tenten, it had simply seemed awkward, at least for her part.

But she was not without tact and her own brand of adaptability. After all, such respect towards authority figures in his position were an ingrained part of her upbringing. "So I did see you in the crowd during the tournament."

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