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concoursec2010-05-03 04:55 am
eggplantallergy) wrote in concoursec2010-05-03 04:55 am
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Here we go...
Character(s): Kamui, anyone else!
Location: The Quad
Rating: G? PG at most! Will edit if higher.
Open/Closed/Finished: Open
Summary:Kamui takes this time in the morning to gather himself for the rough time he will definitely have.
The morning was bright even with it's clouds blocking most of the sunlight. Kamui had slept well his first night, which he didn't expect. He had been worried about how things would turn out during his inevitable stay here, but yesterday's events must have worn him out more than he thought.
After going through a quick morning routine of freshening up, and reluctantly leaving behind his sword in his room due to the rules of Balamb of no weapons, Kamui secured the door to his room and left for the cafeteria. He made sure to take along his shamisen, which appeared with him during his arrival, his schedule to look over, and a map to find the cafeteria!
The search wasn't difficult, and in no time breakfast was had and done while looking over his classes. He was pleased with the choices, but had to hold out on any rays of light until he knew the specific content of the classes. Kamui could imagine his father having a good laugh at the situation if he were living.
Kamui rolled his eyes before tucking away the papers into his sleeve and cleaned his area of his tray and utensils. There was a place he read about that he wanted to check out, and thought it would be the best place to play his shamisen. Doing so had always helped clear his mind and relax.
Luckily, this too was easy to find, and Kamui was in awe at the beautiful surroundings. "I definitely need to come here often." With that resolution, Kamui found a spot beneath a tree, leaning against it's thick trunk as he sat cross-legged on the cool grass. This spot began to feel a bit nostalgic as he recalled a similar situation at his former school. If he had at least one place of solace in this nightmare, then he could get through it all.
He adjusted the instrument in his hands, fingers moving out of second nature to the neck of the shamisen before plucking it's strings lightly in practice. Each sound vibrated in its own unique way as he got more familiar with each pluck.
[ooc: TL;DR He is in the Quad with his shamisen,]
Location: The Quad
Rating: G? PG at most! Will edit if higher.
Open/Closed/Finished: Open
Summary:Kamui takes this time in the morning to gather himself for the rough time he will definitely have.
The morning was bright even with it's clouds blocking most of the sunlight. Kamui had slept well his first night, which he didn't expect. He had been worried about how things would turn out during his inevitable stay here, but yesterday's events must have worn him out more than he thought.
After going through a quick morning routine of freshening up, and reluctantly leaving behind his sword in his room due to the rules of Balamb of no weapons, Kamui secured the door to his room and left for the cafeteria. He made sure to take along his shamisen, which appeared with him during his arrival, his schedule to look over, and a map to find the cafeteria!
The search wasn't difficult, and in no time breakfast was had and done while looking over his classes. He was pleased with the choices, but had to hold out on any rays of light until he knew the specific content of the classes. Kamui could imagine his father having a good laugh at the situation if he were living.
Kamui rolled his eyes before tucking away the papers into his sleeve and cleaned his area of his tray and utensils. There was a place he read about that he wanted to check out, and thought it would be the best place to play his shamisen. Doing so had always helped clear his mind and relax.
Luckily, this too was easy to find, and Kamui was in awe at the beautiful surroundings. "I definitely need to come here often." With that resolution, Kamui found a spot beneath a tree, leaning against it's thick trunk as he sat cross-legged on the cool grass. This spot began to feel a bit nostalgic as he recalled a similar situation at his former school. If he had at least one place of solace in this nightmare, then he could get through it all.
He adjusted the instrument in his hands, fingers moving out of second nature to the neck of the shamisen before plucking it's strings lightly in practice. Each sound vibrated in its own unique way as he got more familiar with each pluck.
[ooc: TL;DR He is in the Quad with his shamisen,]