Today was a day just like any other... With the added stresses, anxieties and tension that the recent tournament had developed onto 'The Nine'. It was a title that many wanted, and those who had it only dwelled on the connotations it left, without question it was an honorable title~ even for those who wouldn't get past the preliminaries that the title vied for; what ultimately was to become one of the three representatives for the World Tournament that loomed in the near-future.
In-spite Shieo's often portrayed demeanor of apathy and a lack of care for anything stressful in the world. He was even left with a brewing unseeingly nature to him, it wasn't a feeling or psyche he was comfortable being in the wraps of. It meant he was vulnerable, such vulnerabilities lead to damages to a person's being; much like what happened to those in his family. He deep-down inside knew that it wasn't something he had to worry about, his will-power was to a state of heightened potential. Never-the-less, despite he known strength and alacrity he had over his own being and mind, he still worried about ever touching the tainted sides of a person's emotion... It was a silly principle he held himself to; and it left him in a strange state of limbo, he knew it was foolish to be held against his own principles and it strained the extent of his life, but despite this he still did it~ and whenever he thought about it, and why he did it. He never got a straight answer, it left him uneasy and nauseous; as if something held him where he was. It seemed foolish to think it was possible, but it didn't stop him from giving an excuse to his own short-comings.
Because of all this, we arrive in the avenues and alleys that sprawl through Kumogakure seemingly endlessly. It was a wonderful way to get lost for awhile, with the comfort knowing that if you climb high-enough, you'll find your way out once you need to. Many people prefer serene and quiet getaways to help them collect and sort their thoughts; Shieo, much like his other aspects wasn't entirely the same... There was something calming about the hustle bustle of the village in the web of poverty, warehouses, familial homes, and the slew of various miscellany that ebbed and flowed day-to-day here; he could stand in it's mess and be a face among the masses. He could think through the chorus murmuring that clamored in the air; it blended the sounds in his mind~ a trick to hear what he didn't want to hear in his head, and simply blame the voices of random passerby's.
So he found himself in the dimly lit alleyways, with the disparaged and greedy passing beside him, in-front of him and occasionally bumping into one another. Without his shinobi gear; even the most adept may not even notice he was one of the Nine. After-all, he was the least known or powerful of the lot. With either hand shoved into his pant pockets and the hood of his hoodie slung over his head, he sort of just strolled through the messes. Eventually he knew he'd start talking to himself, figuring out what he needed to and establishing a path in which he had to diverge into.
Letting out a dry, emphasized sigh. He looked onward down the alleyway he found himself in; the dour-eyed expression analyzing what was afore him just out of sheer habit. His vision dulled and blurred~ another thing he knew was fairly common, he was always exhausted; so it just happened it was the norm for him.
With this tournament I'll know for sure where I stand... But am I really prepared to undergo this intensity? After-all, if I succeed and they choose me~ Even if it's unlikely, what then? Do I go? Am I ready for that... Musing the thought he exhaled nearly admitting defeat to his thought before he answered himself.
One way to find out, use the suppression inside...
Having cast a few strange blinks to himself; he scanned the alleyway he was in... No one was around; but he could have swore he heard his voice~ Unwillingly.
[WC = 706]
In-spite Shieo's often portrayed demeanor of apathy and a lack of care for anything stressful in the world. He was even left with a brewing unseeingly nature to him, it wasn't a feeling or psyche he was comfortable being in the wraps of. It meant he was vulnerable, such vulnerabilities lead to damages to a person's being; much like what happened to those in his family. He deep-down inside knew that it wasn't something he had to worry about, his will-power was to a state of heightened potential. Never-the-less, despite he known strength and alacrity he had over his own being and mind, he still worried about ever touching the tainted sides of a person's emotion... It was a silly principle he held himself to; and it left him in a strange state of limbo, he knew it was foolish to be held against his own principles and it strained the extent of his life, but despite this he still did it~ and whenever he thought about it, and why he did it. He never got a straight answer, it left him uneasy and nauseous; as if something held him where he was. It seemed foolish to think it was possible, but it didn't stop him from giving an excuse to his own short-comings.
Because of all this, we arrive in the avenues and alleys that sprawl through Kumogakure seemingly endlessly. It was a wonderful way to get lost for awhile, with the comfort knowing that if you climb high-enough, you'll find your way out once you need to. Many people prefer serene and quiet getaways to help them collect and sort their thoughts; Shieo, much like his other aspects wasn't entirely the same... There was something calming about the hustle bustle of the village in the web of poverty, warehouses, familial homes, and the slew of various miscellany that ebbed and flowed day-to-day here; he could stand in it's mess and be a face among the masses. He could think through the chorus murmuring that clamored in the air; it blended the sounds in his mind~ a trick to hear what he didn't want to hear in his head, and simply blame the voices of random passerby's.
So he found himself in the dimly lit alleyways, with the disparaged and greedy passing beside him, in-front of him and occasionally bumping into one another. Without his shinobi gear; even the most adept may not even notice he was one of the Nine. After-all, he was the least known or powerful of the lot. With either hand shoved into his pant pockets and the hood of his hoodie slung over his head, he sort of just strolled through the messes. Eventually he knew he'd start talking to himself, figuring out what he needed to and establishing a path in which he had to diverge into.
Letting out a dry, emphasized sigh. He looked onward down the alleyway he found himself in; the dour-eyed expression analyzing what was afore him just out of sheer habit. His vision dulled and blurred~ another thing he knew was fairly common, he was always exhausted; so it just happened it was the norm for him.
With this tournament I'll know for sure where I stand... But am I really prepared to undergo this intensity? After-all, if I succeed and they choose me~ Even if it's unlikely, what then? Do I go? Am I ready for that... Musing the thought he exhaled nearly admitting defeat to his thought before he answered himself.
One way to find out, use the suppression inside...
Having cast a few strange blinks to himself; he scanned the alleyway he was in... No one was around; but he could have swore he heard his voice~ Unwillingly.
[WC = 706]