if it's not rough, it isn't fun

07.

anonymousdeathgod@gmail.com — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 15:37:25 GMT

Am I contagious?

Disappearing acts have become somewhat common - too common for my liking.

I won't ask. If you want to tell me, tell me.

06.

anonymousdeathgod@gmail.com — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 14:38:08 GMT

Relief. I think that's about what I've felt a lot of lately. I don't even know why I'm sharing this with everyone, but there we go.

I'm going to tell them by the end of this month. Starting November, it'll definitely be Sakura's Year.

A chance to change--something.

The trip to see the Orchestra that's upcoming has had me go through the classical music again. I feel almost sorry I never allowed myself to finish learning Schubert's Serenata. Mother had insisted that I try out to be one of those genius piano kids, but it didn't work out so well. I'd been far more interested in climbing trees and reading books and watching the grass for some bugs in there.

I think I'd like to start over and learn it again, but from my own vollition, not theirs.

05.

anonymousdeathgod@gmail.com — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 12:54:10 GMT

I don't know about the rest of you, but personally, I prefer to wear warm clothes in autumn. It's not that I lack spirit, I make up for it just about enough by hanging in my pajamas at home. And anyway, I doubt there's a superhero that's a doctor so...no costumes.

Tenten, thanks for the tea yesterday. I'll stick to aspirins too, now that I think about it. And pudding. Ino?

...on the other hand...

Fights. Birthday parties. Unwanted gifts in the mail. Phonecalls at 4am.

But we're not going to talk about that.

04.

anonymousdeathgod@gmail.com — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 18:15:51 GMT

I have a job! In case...anyone was interested. I know many aren't. I don't care. This journal, we all have one for a purpose, so I intend to use it.

And it pays...more than the restaurant job paid, at least. I'm thinking of getting a weekend job, too. I need to sort out my monthly income, and how much I'd need to pay rent and eat...

...20 is a good age for emancipation. Oh yeah. This year will be Sakura's year.

03.

anonymousdeathgod@gmail.com — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 15:38:13 GMT

Yes, it's a strange colour, and yes, it's a scientific oddity, but I don't need a whole hour of discussing it. In class. From all the genetical points of view. With emphasis on why it's odd. And I didn't need to hear that classmate's opinion--I'm not dying it, thank you and shut up.

God. And I need a job.

PM to that one Uchiha

Which one are you?

[ooc; SHIKAMARU STOP DISCUSSING SAKURA'S WEIRD HAIR COLOR IN CLASS. Q and Ashoree, feel free to say your pups noticed this. P.S. Here's looking at you, ~~kid~~ Sasuke.]

02.

anonymousdeathgod@gmail.com — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 14:56:40 GMT

I can't even-

So, that was...fun. Lovely summer. Lovely, lovely way to spend the summer. I'm sorry I haven't been around, to whomever was concerned, but my parents packed and dragged me with them all the way to Hokkaido. One of mom's relatives has passed away.

I'd actually prefer to say that it was just the usual ceremony, and the mourning that followed, but...to be honest, it was being wittness to all my family, and Auntie's family's ability of fighting like birds of prey over an inheritance. So we have a bit of land in Hokkaido. It was definitely not worth the tension, hassle, arguements and the terrible things that were said. She doesn't even like Hokkaido. God, Mother.

This is why I can't be more happy about the new school year. There is something infinitely more comforting in the pages of a Biochemistry book, and at least the only humans I deal with in the labs are silent.

Huh. Go figure. You really do grow a bit wilder in the North.

01. version 2.0

anonymousdeathgod@gmail.com — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 01:46:11 GMT

Sure has been a while since we've used these things, hasn't it? I honestly thought they were going to excuse us from using them during summer vacation, but apparently, there are no excuses. Ah well.

So. July already. Summer flies by so fast. Well? Who's still here on vacation? I know I'm still working at the same restaurant—now with more shifts, since I don't have courses to run to—and training at the same club, but what about the rest?

Come on, don't be shy. It's so quiet here.

[ooc; /BREAKS THE ICE.]

[ooc; plot post]

anonymousdeathgod@gmail.com — Fri, 15 May 2009 15:29:29 GMT

Reply to this post if you want:

1. Sakura to have background story with your character.
2. To plot evil doings and car torch--no wait, that's Tobi's deal.
3. For any mini-plot and event you might want her in.

[ooc; relationships]

anonymousdeathgod@gmail.com — Fri, 15 May 2009 15:28:06 GMT

childhood friends
Naruto; would need a book to describe everything. Best friends in childhood, went through some shit together before her parents took her away to coddle her in another town. She kept in touch, though their contact fluctuated. On and off. And then in college, they meet again, and Sakura really really needs him as her BFF again, so she'll do anything to achieve it. (And he has the best ass. ♥)
Sasuke; how to go from cute to bitch in 0.1 seconds. Sasuke knows it. He was such an adorable child, really. What a pity. Even though she may not voice it aloud or make a big deal out of it, his name rings a clear bell in her head. Lord knows that after she finds out who he is, she tries to reestablish contact--but he acts like a jerk. And Sakura can't stand jerks, so she answers like a bitch. Their conversations vary from random word associations, Sakura's being flustered around him forever and ever, and the threat to charge her for chatter. It's Twu Wuv, really it is.
Neji; Neji~ is like the super hot gay boyfriend that works as a model, brings her designer clothes and dresses her up out of the blue, takes her around with him, always supplies the tea, and is very reliable. Except she isn't sure if he's gay, and she has a sort of small crush on him.
/tbc

♥

college friends
Tenten; she's known the girl for a year and something now, and the initial JEALOUSY is not under control. Sakura knows that Tenten's an important person to Naruto, and respects her for it. They also bond over tea, FFVII and such...like the geeks they are.
Shino; her biochem classmate, one very silent but likeable guy. Though, admitedly, she'd like to get him talking a bit more. If only to drown out the annoying sound of Suigetsu's voice.
Ino; her first college roommate--and only!--Ino's a bit complicated to describe. They are friends, best friends maybe, because Ino knows somethings hardly anyone else knows. How they got to the point of being friends, no-one knows. Sakura was the quiet geek, and Ino was the party girl, so obviously a shared dorm between them made for a lot of bitchfights. Of epic proportions. But there's also the ice-cream shared over the latest boyfriend dissing, and the forced shopping sprees... Oh, whatever, Sakura loves the girl.

♥

neutral acquaitances
Shikamaru; IS IT BECAUSE SHE WOULDN'T GIVE YOU HER NOTES, YOU PUNK? sob Shikamaru's complicated, because he's an annoying chauvinist whom she'd rather punch in the balls on a good day, but he's also her TA, so etiquette implies that she respect him forever and ever. Now if only she'd stop sharing other classes with him, gdit.
Suigetsu; Oh, god. I don't even know. He amuses her and annoys her and if they were stuck in a room together, she'd throw him out the window to get him quiet. Or something.
Karin; POTENTIAL
Kiba;

♥

enemies
/tbc

[ooc: background info]

anonymousdeathgod@gmail.com — Fri, 15 May 2009 15:24:22 GMT

Character's Name: Haruno Sakura/Sakura Haruno
Character's Age: 20
Character's Model: Erika Toda
Year in School: Junior
Major / Minor: Pre-med! / online major in Literature
Clubs / Activities / Job?: Jujitsu club / ~~part-time job as a waitress[FIRED]~~ part-time job as a lab assistant at her college

Looks: Sakura comes from a Japanese family, but due to some weird marriages in the past, and her ancestors' genes haunting her, she's the first Haruno in 5 generations to have pink hair again. She bears it with pride, although no, she won't freakin' prove it's natural. Her eyes are green, also thanks very much, great-great-great-great-parents. She's skinny and stands at medium-height, athletic. Her only pain is that her breasts refuse to grow higher than a B-cup, but oh well, can't have it all. She's more of a leg woman, anyway.

♥

Personality: She is outspoken, brave and gives everything she has for her friends, if she has them. She loves with her whole being, and hates with her words and her fists. She's diplomatic and polite, but not afraid to be blunt and speak her mind. She's pro-dialogue, although violence does the trick too sometimes. She's strong, and at the same time her heart is fragile, but she holds it hidden well behind iron walls. She's not afraid to love, but she's afraid of not being loved back. She is against pretending to be more girly or more pretty for the sake of a guy, and thinks that her personality will do the shining for her (if it ever gets out from behind that book). She's more turned on by a thick book and a cup of tea than by some pretty, mindless boy--although a bit of yaoi will never be turned down. She's sociable, helps everyone in need of help, and hardly ever asks for help herself, certain that she's self-sufficient, and refusing to be a bother to anyone else. She doesn't think about herself much, though if she does, it's mostly to buy a new book. She hates shopping for clothes, and social classes, high-school, and arrogant people. She's always been an exemplary student, best of the best, class valedictorian, scholarship and all--but let's forget that one time she broke that guy's nose for making a pass at her innocent little friend, or the time she ended up in jail for a night for punching one pervert on the subway, shall we? Her sense of humour borders from sarcastic, to cheerful, and it should be clear from first meeting that words are actually Sakura's major strength.

♥

Background story: As a child, there wasn't much that could be said about Sakura, except that she was shy, weird, had no friends and liked to look for frogs in puddles, and climb trees. When she found herself in kindergarden, she met two boys: Naruto and Sasuke. It was a bit odd at first, because for some reason, climbing trees better than boys did didn't earn you many points, but sooner or later they weren't rivals in tree-climbing anymore, and became very good friends, instead. Tightly-knit triangle. And then the shit hit the fan. Sasuke was take away, Naruto was put under the spotlight, and Sakura tried her very best to protect him --since he was the only friend she had left-- from the light as best as her tiny fists could. Then her parents decided, oh no, we can't have that. That boy's nothing but trouble. So for Sakura's 'own good', they moved to the city. That sort of isolation changes a person, and for Sakura, it wasn't for the good. Her young mind decided to spare her the mental trauma, and locked it all up. She remembered Naruto, and would always remember him, no matter what her parents did to put distance between them. Faced with a new start though, she was thrown into a lion's den, and shown that if you wanted to make friends in school, you had to be cool. So Sakura did what she thought was appropiate: she pretended. She pretended to be girly, and perfect, and sweet; she pretended that boys and family was all that mattered to her, and that she was the typical Japanese girl. She pretended so damn well that by the end, it stopped being pretend.

So there was Sakura, 13 years old and fully aware of what she wanted from life. She wanted to marry the pretty boy from her class, and even if they'd never get out of Shibuya, that was fine, really. She could work too, maybe as a waitress somewhere, or something to help support their family. Their lovely, lovely family. Until the pretty boy decided to move away from Shibuya, not without a last word of "you're so childish and girly". So there was Sakura, 14 years old and heart-broken for the second time, because for some reason, boys and her were always bound to be separated. Incidentally, that year her parents decided to move out again. Her mother, sick of seeing Sakura depressed, told her to take this new experience as her new chance at a new life. And oh, did she ever.

The bustling city they moved to presented Sakura with a whole new perspective. Here, she would be liked, here she would be loved, and here, she would not pretend. She'd be everything she wanted to be. If people disliked that, they could suck it up. Never one to back down from her own set goals, she did exactly that. Sakura had always been a girl thirsty for knowledge, but pushed by peers, she'd formerly put studying aside in exchange of hairpins and make-up. In the city, however, she had no peers to pressure her. One book every three days was her minimum, and soon Sakura became well-known at the Library. Her passion was literature. To keep herself strong in front of bullies that had pestered her and caused her troubles when she'd been young, she signed herself up for jujitsu. She didn't expect to love it as much as she did, but Sakura was the sort of person that when she found something she liked, she gave it her all. Slowly but surely, she became the champion of her high-school in jujitsu, attending competitions at times, and winning them. But the competitive life wasn't for her. She loved the sport for how it made her feel liberated, but books and knowledge were still her two principal passions.

When she was 17, close to the end of high-school, when the time came to chose careers came, Sakura remembered the other promise she'd made herself long back: never allow her friends to get hurt. So, she did the best thing she could think of, and signed up for med-school. To appease her thirst for other sort of knowledge, and maybe because she's a masochist for working overtime, she also picked an online major in Literature; to pay for it, she works part-time as a waitress.

So here's Sakura, 20 year-old: overachiever, workaholic. Although every Thursday evening, she's sure to be found in some tea-house, reading in a corner.