Justice Isn't Coming [Meph]

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Justice Isn't Coming [Meph]

PostPosted by Killswitch GB » Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:25 pm

Hawk had been on foot for 6 days now. Wandering these scorching sands with only water and a small amount of provisions left him yearning for salvation. He didn’t do well in the hot sun and desert, for he was more a forest man. He liked the trees and shade. The trees made shadows that not only kept him cool from the sun rays but gave him a blanket of protection from evil doers. Also in the forest the temperature only shifts a little from night to day, unlike the desert where in day it’s sweltering and at night it’s freezing. Bullets of sweat pelted the sand as they fell from Hawk’s face and body. His coat along with the shirt he normally wore was wrapped around his head and waist to keep him cool. He was tempted to use the drinking water he had and pour it over his head and face but he resisted and continued walking. He only rested at dusk and carried on upon sunrise. During his first two day he attempted to walk during the night and rest during the day, but the night’s freezing temperature conquered him. Hawk only had a few scraps and pieces of bread left to hold him on for the next 3 days. He hoped that they would be enough. Maybe his thoughts could serve as food as for he didn’t have anyone to share them with. Coming into the desert alone wasn’t a good idea, he now admitted.

He has seen many mirages already for he wasn’t used to this type of weather. Water, women, evil, and his former sensei and brother all showed up right after each other. Each one he had conversations that meant nothing and only confused him. Pointless questions along with the same type of answers were given by each miracle. Damn he hated the heat and sand. Not that much was around him now. A few cacti along with sporadically placed pebbles and rocks were all that could be seen. Sand, sand, and more sand filled the rest of his eyes.
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Re: Justice Isn't Coming [Meph]

PostPosted by Mephilis » Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:49 pm

With all that was going on in Suna, there was little other to think about. His name was Takashi Kumoro, but he scarcely remembered even that at times. All he could think about was the death that was surrounding him, and the battles that were crushing him. Physically, he was fine; escaping with only a few cuts and bruises, nothing serious, and nothing that wouldn't heal with time or proper treatment. Mentally, he'd met his match; even at his level of mental excitement, he'd never encountered any situation so mentally taxing. People around him died every day. People around him went missing every day. People around him suffered every day. People around him planned and plotted, and rummaged through their minds in often failed attempts to solve the crisis before them. But there was nothing they could do... There was nothing any of them could do. Nothing but fight, and die...and flee.

The means at which Kumoro now found himself astray within the desert sands were oblique to him at this point. He'd been walking alone for almost two days now. The last thing he remembered was escaping SENTINEL with Colonel Santou. His next assignment was to bring aid to those refugees that escaped to another location somewhere in the desert. Santou, though, had another mission in mind before hand though. And, unless he put some thought into it, he couldn't quite remember all the details. Not that it mattered, considering he'd already completed that task given to him. At this point, he was just making his way to the refugees as previously assigned.

Tsk... This desert heat is far more taxing out here, where there's less shade and escape. I'd rather be in the village right now... Kumoro's thoughts drifted off momentarily, recalling the pleasures adorned by the village and their convenience when compared to the unforgiving desert. And though his thoughts wandered, his senses were ever vigilant. His eyes scanned the sand - thought it was everywhere - for any clear and present danger; and not far in the distance, he found another man trekking through the sands. There was no time to question. Here in the desert, with all of Suna under siege, an unfamiliar face could only be one thing: the enemy.

Reaching into a small pouch resting on his right side, placed at his waist, he drew a kunai; his wooden bat strapped to his back. There was no one around to help him... No superiors he could count on, no allies to give aid. All that rested on his mind now was survival... but could he survive?

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