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利沙子, 嵐の神
[ ree-sa-ko ], god of storms

ooc; sorry if it's a bit short guys, writer's block
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April; the month of poetry and showers. And, not to mention, Hanami festivals. People would be throwing parties under the tops of blossoming trees, eating to their hearts' desires and praising the gods. At least, the so-called gods that mattered. On this day, nobody would be trailing up the eighty-seven stone stairs that led up to Risako's run-down shrine, and if they did, it'd probably only be to sightsee. So, what did she do? For once, instead of breaking out into a fit of sparks and fire, she went to see what all the commotion was about herself. The humans would only curse her more by this point if she created a storm to ruin their 'flower viewing,' anyways.

"Rei, she called out, with no mind as to where the shinki actually was. He could've been somewhere other than the shrine, for all she knew. Well, if he was around he could tag along if he wanted to, but she would leave that up to him. "I'm going out for a bit." With those few words she rose from where she sat, her long kimono changing into something more 'in-style,' as a human would call it--or, simply, a white sundress. The last thing she wanted to do was stand out in a crowd.

And, with that, she descended down the many stairs of her shrine.

What she found was nothing from what she remembered; it was noisy and crowded, with little kids running around and teenagers meeting up with their friends. Paper lanterns were being hung here and there in preparation for the night soirees, and every square inch of grass was covered with a different colored picnic blanket than the last.
The twentieth century was surely something not to be underestimated; taking such a once delicate event to... whatever this pandemonium was.

But that didn't stop her from wandering about the aisles of picnics in the park, though she sent brief glares at anyone that almost ran into her. It would be a lie to say she loved Hanami, but it would also be one to say she didn't enjoy it. Once you got through most of the clamor, it wasn't too hard to find some of the more subtle areas. And once she found one quiet enough, she finally sat at an empty picnic table, comparing this 'new' hanami to the ones she remembered from so long ago.

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[loulou800]

Ｓａｃｈｉｋｏ Ｋｏｂａｙａｓｈｉ

"ＴＨＥ ＰＯＰＵＬＡＲ"

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Age: Seventeen years old | Human | Mood: Content | Currently: On her way to the Hanami Festival

It was another cold, windy and rainy day over in the town that Sachiko resided in in Japan. The only difference being, today wasn't just any other ordinary day that passed by Sachiko's eyes- no, today was the Hanami festival; a day that Sachiko cherished very much. It was her Grandmother's favourite festival of all time, and she always used to take Sachiko to look at all the pretty flowers if her parents wanted some alone time by themselves. Each year, she'd take a fallen cherry blossom and place it in Sachiko's hand, saying that it'd grant her any wish. She was always graced by her Grandmother's presence, and, now that she wasn't living amongst them anymore, it definitely made Sachiko feel more than sad. However, she did not want to spend the whole day of the festival wallowing in sadness, as today was to be a happy time filled with bright faces and even brighter flowers. It was a day of wonder and amazement, and accepting the true beauty of nature placed before them. Sachiko just knew that by being there, she was honouring her Grandmother's memory.
Her parents, as per usual, went off together, but this time under hesitation. They had asked Sachiko to accompany them while they went to view the flowers and eat food and all that kind of celebratory stuff, but Sachiko had politely refused. She decided that this year, she'd go and experience the festival by herself. And besides, she'd probably see her friends along the way, and classmates from school. It was a popular event after-all, and she'd have no problem finding someone that she knew if she felt lonely in the slightest.
It was mid-afternoon, and Sachiko had just left her house. Her parents had left a little earlier, deciding to go out for dinner first because food tended to be sold out fast, or had endless line-up's. She decided to continue the tradition of wearing her kimono like she did for the past fourteen years (she still wore baby-like clothing up to the age of three), except this kimono was newly bought. She had bought it in October in a small shop, and it was a lovely dark brown shade with honey-coloured flowery-petals on it that accentuated her sunny smile. Her hair was put up in a nice, short ponytail, tied back by a butterfly barrette. Stray strands of hair framed her face, making her look more like her age. In all honesty, Sachiko felt that she looked like a budding fourteen year old, but she didn't really mind at all. She liked to think to herself that looking younger was better than looking old. On her feet sat red geta, and she planned on buying a lantern but she figured that she could probably just buy one at one of the stands that occupied the space for the festival. Apart from that, Sachiko was set to go, carrying a small messenger bag that contained her phone and money for the things to be bought over there. She was excited, to say the least, and hoped that this year would be just the same as her previous ones spent with her Grandma.
Sachiko merrily hummed to herself as she walked with even steps, her worn geta still holding up fairly nicely. She knew that her feet were growing just a tad, so, she figured that she should probably pick up some new ones for next year. The tips of her toes just peeped over the edge of the footwear, which gave another reminder for her to buy some new ones.
Sachiko looked up at the sky and gazed over at the cherry blossom trees that loomed over practically every street. Sure, it was cloudy, and sure, it was rainy, and yes, it was looking stormy, but that didn't faze Sachiko's happy mood. She just imagined that her Grandma was watching over her, ensuring that she'd arrive at the festival safely and soundly.
Raindrops splattered the floor as the light rain seemed to light up bits of Sachiko's hair and her kimono. She wasn't soaked, thank-goodness, but she wished that she had brought something to cover her head. An umbrella would have definitely been the best option, but Sachiko had thought that the rain might've stopped by the time she left her house. But no, it remained, but she tried to not let it get to her. She was nearing the venue, anyways. She just had to walk by one of the local parks, and just a few steps more would she find herself at the festival. Even in the rain or shine, the people of her town still came to celebrate the blooming of the flowers because it was special to each and every individual. Sachiko had yet to meet someone who didn't appreciate the beauty of the festival, and the happiness that came with it. Everyone was happy and delightful, and not once had she met someone who was down in the dumps and pissed off at everything that they saw here. Even then, a smile always lit up their faces because something or someone in here would make them happy. That thought alone made Sachiko smile, and she continued to hum to herself as she found herself reaching one of the local parks. That meant that she was almost there! She found herself jogging, careful not to trip over her own feet. Hey, it wasn't exactly easy to run in geta!

[Saxhleel]

Soushi;

Deity of Lost and Stolen technology

Currently;

Getting up, heading out.

Tags;

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Despite not being very much of a morning person, Soushi was actually quite excited about getting up this morning and to be honest it was quite peculiar sensation. His soft, honey brown eyes drifted towards the calender he had hanging rather recklessly on a nail in the wall. No particular dates were circled, just the word 'April' since it was such a lively month there was no time for going through such things individually, he already had enough to worry about other than the exact date and what he was supposed to do then. He slowly unfurled himself from his space on the bed and reached for the bed, scribbling out another small square for the day it was.

He was a light sleeper...was it sleep? Did things such as him sleep? It felt like what was described as sleep and he always felt better afterwards. He decided not to think too much about it, there was no point worrying over something he didn't fully understand anyways. The ginger then marched about his house, checking around like he did most mornings, like a warden when the prisons on lock down. He check each room of his 'home' individually, he knew the places of each thing in it so well, he could tell just by the scent of the air when something had changed.

When he was satisfied with his belongings being in the right spot and had pulled on his long parka coat, he zipped it up and left, burring softly and pulling his hood up around his face to shield it from the cold. Honestly how ridiculous, a being like him having to 'wrap up warm' like a human toddler whenever there was a nip in the air. If he knew how to fix it he would, but at the same time this was what he was used to, and being a creature of habit made it difficult to change his routine.

People in the street seemed to ignore him when he passed, so much for party spirit. But he was alright with that as long as nobody bothered him. Festivals were perhaps his favorite things about human life. It often drew tourists into town, which meant many unsuspecting pockets. And most people, even those who lived here tended to lose their valuables in the crowd. It wasn't something strange and happened to millions across the planet. Besides they had until the end of the day to come looking for it, and if they found him he'd give it right back...Of course... This had never happened before though.

[shiki,]

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known as the thunder beast, and is generally calm and harmless.
however, during thunderstorms, it becomes agitated and 'leaps'
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tagged adoration　location shrine→ hanami

There was a leak in the roof of the shrine.

Rei had discovered this just moments before, as a stray drop of water, collected there from the last spring shower, slid off the wood and splattered directly onto his eyelid. He had woken immediately and very nearly fallen off the ledge he was dozing on, but luckily caught himself just in time. It wasn't exactly the wakening he would have hoped for, but he couldn't be too bothered; today was the Hanami festival, if he recalled correctly. It shouldn't be a day to be gloomy, no matter how bitter Risako's feelings toward the festival were.

Speaking of Risako... he swung his legs off the ledge and rose to his feet, shaking off the light drowsiness that had settled over him. The shrine was silent and empty at a first glance, but when he neared the front he immediately spotted the diety standing outside, long golden hair cascading down her back. Down below, he could make out the lights and blooming sakuras of the Hanami festival in full swing, the sound of a few loud shouts of laughter occasionally floating up.

Suddenly Risako spoke, a utterance of his name and her plans to "go out for a bit". He blinked, a little surprised, watching as she stood and began to descend the long path of stairs. Going out? Where could she possibly be-- oh. A feeling of dawning realization came over his mind as her back grew farther and farther away. She was going to the Hanami festival, wasn't she? After all these years, the festival must have changed a great deal since the last time they had been to one.

Making up his mind, he jogged forward to catch up with her, feet skimming soundlessly across the stone and down the steps.


The festival had become a hectic affair throughout the years, it would seem. Throngs of people milled about, girls hiding their smiles in wide kimono sleeves, young children racing to and fro with sparklers and half-eaten pastries in hand. The smell of food was heavy in the air as well, as people unpacked plates of food onto their brightly colored picnic blankets.

Rei followed Risako through the crowd, feeling gentle amusement whenever she glared icily at anyone that got in her way. She choose an empty picnic table in one of the more quiet areas, a large sakura blooming above it, pink petals occasionally drifting down in the wind. He plucked one out of his hair before sitting down beside her, and a silence fell between them. He was no opposer to silence-- in fact, he rather preferred silence-- but he felt he should say something, so he cleared his throat and said, "Well, it's certainly a little different from before."

[celestiaa]

tenken is the deity of destruction
and the god of war, with a running
dislike for humans and a personality
so convoluted that it would take you
10 lifetimes to understand him.

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a stray sakura petal fluttered down on to tenken's shoulder, pink and innocent and - "annoying," he muttered, sweeping it off and watching it fall to the ground, blackened. the hanami festival wasn't exactly the type of place he wanted to be, but the other ancient gods had noted his suspicious absence from the event for consecutive decades in a row, and had insisted he come this year. after all, it was supposed to be a festival celebrating life and the efforts of one's labour - but also one where humans were known to bring offerings to the gods. tenken had snorted at the other gods' attempt at a bribe; what sane person wanted to pray to a deity of chaos when they could be praying to - oh, the god of happiness, instead? dressed in black and wandering in the shadows of the sakura trees, tenken wondered if the humans would pray to him if they knew he was amongst them that night.

so far, all he'd gotten were a few suspicious looks and an earful of giggles from teenage girls a fraction of his age. straightening his blue-black ponytail ruthlessly, tenken edged his way past a group of children and continued making his way through the park. clouds hung low in the sky, swollen and dark grey - definitely risako's work. he honestly hadn't expected her to show up at all, but the fact that she hadn't set off any forest fires with her lightning was impressive enough. he could recall several times in which she flooded hokkaido in one of her 'bad moods', and the god of storms was never happy during hanami. he could feel her presence, just like he could feel the presence of soushi, the god of lost items - the newcomer, tenken remembered fervently. with the rise of the 21st century came an onslaught of new gods, all vying for positions that had conveniently opened with the coming of new social issues. he'd lost some of his acquaintances and companions of tens of thousands of years to these jumped-up children, who'd replaced gods that were dead or dying.

expression souring, tenken stopped by the entrance of the park. he decided that he'd tough out the festival for another hours - the last thing he needed was the gods even older than he - or the big boss me, as he liked to call them - get on his back for avoiding the festival for the 80th time in a row. "three hours," he promised himself. "three hours, and then i'm going to look for another way to stop myself from dying."

[[ post mostly inspired by my last 61 plays of can you smile by infinite. tenken needs a friend ;v; ]]

[adoration]

ϟ ＲＩＳＡＫＯxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxtagged: shiki, anyone xxxxxxcurrently: at hanami

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利沙子, 嵐の神
[ ree-sa-ko ], god of storms

ooc; tenken can run into risako and rei, if you want. c:
anyone that's free can really run into the duo
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The almost inaudible sound of light footsteps crunching down on the grass that had trailed behind her had been a light reassurement to Risako; without even looking over her shoulder she could instantly tell that it was Rei. As they sat down and he spoke up, she finally turned to him and gave him a look that read 'you really can tolerate anything, can't you?' Either that, or he had grown fond of the serene silence that would often befall Risako and her shrine--that is, as long as she wasn't in a bad mood.

"Centuries change, and so do the people and the customs," she uttered in return to his subtle comment, eying the clouds that had begun to reside above the park as of her appearance. The place had begun to fill with the presences of deities, shinkis, and demons alike. Higher gods would be watching from afar, caught up in their own feasts and affairs, all the while laughing at those who had to blend in with the crowd. Demons, on the other hand, would have their eyes set on causing trouble left and right, for both humans and deities.

It all almost made her miss older days, when Hanami was spent dawdling among soft tea parties. Back then, her personality had been more wholehearted and lively.

"But if there's change, we must change too," she sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Tilting her head back to glance up at the grand tree looming above, she let out a breath and muttered a stupid thought, "Maybe I could move to a silly little village of wide-eyed farmers; get some more appreciation there. That, or somehow get rid of the water deity and truly become a god of storms."

Now, for anyone eavesdropping on the two, Risako's babbling sounded absolutely bizarre. But she brushed away their regarding looks like she did to the falling flower petals. Give another two years or so, and she would be half transparent and invisible to the human eye. Even so, the last thing that would get to her would be a simple look from anyone, unless it was from one of her own kind.

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[daices.]

Yoshina~~~
Deity of Ambitions and Dreams
Tagged: Tenken
In: The Park/Festival Grounds
Feeling: Very unsettled.

Yoshina, already a slight insomniac, was up around the crack of dawn, doing the best she could to tidy up her shrine, one that she had adopted from an earlier god that had died away. Really, Yoshina had nothing better to do; looking into people's goals and achievements was slightly depressing for the deity, as some goals were unattainable and most achievements were far smaller or less significant that what they hoped to accomplish. Children saddened Yoshina the most; with dreams to be a fairy princess and astronauts, with hopes of being the best actor in the world, all of these, paired with a few simple achievements like the first time they had gotten a gold star on an assignment. Really, Yoshina was anti-social because what she saw was just too depressing for a soul such as her. Ironically, children were practically the main driving point behind her existence; after all, who but children would believe and pray for a deity such as herself, one that was barely even needed.

Sweeping away the final remnants of dust, Yoshina leaned on the room and sighed, staring at the sun as it rose above the clouds. Standing there, with no one around and barely a plan in mind, the deity was even more aware of her current predicament. If things kept going like this, Yoshina was going to get some sort of anxiety disorder, if she didn't have one already. Desperate to get her minds off things, Yoshina decided to head out to the festival happening today, something that she had heard about a week ago -the most recent time she had dared venture out- and she had just remembered now, in her sheer desperation for something to dispel the horrible thoughts in her mind. To think that someone this high-strung could become the deity of something so... Optimistic.

Quickly heading out along the trail that wound it's way out of the forest and towards the main road, Yoshina quickly shifted her clothes into a simple kimono, tailored a dark cobalt with pastel blue highlights that were in the shape of winding flowers, bound with a sash of the same shade. Hoping and praying... Well, to herself, that she at least looked halfway decent and 'normal', Yoshina took off, walking at a slightly brisker pace so she wouldn't be tempted to peer into anyone's goals and such. Rounding a corner and feeling slightly worse for wear, Yoshina raised her eyebrows in slight surprise and diary as she looked upon what was supposedly the hanami festival.

First, the sheer amount of people spread out on the grass was unbelievable; Yoshina could practically touch the thoughts of all of them. Cautiously stepping inside the park grounds, Yoshina edged her way around, blocking the torrent of thoughts that were going around, even though Yoshina knew most of them were about something sappy, like impressing the person next to them; after all, the majority of the people here were teenagers, so what could you really expect? Resigning herself to sitting in the shade of a Sakura tree and making herself look as small and inconsequential as ever, Yoshina started absentmindedly plucking at the grass around her, every so often finding a four or five leaf clover in the small patches of clover sprouts around her. How... Lucky. Discarding the leaves to be claimed by the wind, Yoshina sighed, bored already; nevertheless, she should stay and see which gods these people would pray for. Definitely not her, but it would be interesting to see which god was... 'In', these days.

Eyes wandering aimlessly, Yoshina's gaze suddenly landed on someone quite out of place. First, he seemed like a very isolated loner, standing there like a petrified stone. Petrified stone? Didn't matter. Second, the expression on his face as he gazed out at the crowd... It was as if he wanted to strangle each and every one of them for being here. Just looking at him, Yoshina knew this man was not a human; more likely a deity. His face did ring a bell, but Yoshina, being a newer deity -lucky her- just couldn't place him down. Nevertheless, this man scared Yoshina, but she couldn't help but stare, transfixed, as his expression continued to darken. "Don't see me... Please don't see me..." Yoshina mumbled to herself.

[lynettetan1]

Aithne

Ah, the hanami festival. A festival celebrating life and hard work. Surveying the scene, Aithne saw the place abuzz with excitement, with children playing and teens being teenagers. Aithne quietly watched, a pleasant smile on her features, blending into the background as she walked about, following the frame she by now, knew well. Tenken, the god of chaos. He didn't seem to have noticed her following, but Aithne learnt very early on not to think he didn't know things. Instead, it was much safer to assume that he knew. Though whether he did know or not, it was safe to say he definitely didn't care. Smiling gently, Aithne didn't have very many thoughts going on in her mind, as after the years passed you no longer had very many things you really cared about. Which sounded quite depressing. Aithne wondered at that thought. Perhaps she had been hanging round Tenken a bit too long, so much so that his negative views were affecting her. She'd always been kind of happy. Perhaps she simply mellowed, though, who knew? Not many happy things ever stood the test of time.

As the deity stopped and leaned against a sakura tree, Aithne kept walking. Not too far, though, she never went very far away. It was curious, she knew he wouldn't bother too much if she left to do her own thing, but she never did. Aithne figured it was more nonchalence and her usual loyalty then anything, after all, she didn't exactly have anything better to do. Relaxing quietly, Aithne smiled, watching the peace, quietly imagining how they would sound when they burned. she shivered in ecstasy at the thought. How long had it been since she'd had any fun of that kind? Very long, she'd bet. Oh, how she longed for that feeling again... Flames dancing on her scales, the strength, the power... All through the years, that was the thing Aithne did not lose her passion for. Destruction. Kind of apt, in a twisted way, seeing as she was contracted with the god of chaos.

As Aithne contemplated this, she had a serene smile on her features, from countless years of experience of hiding. She broke herself out of the thought, though. Tenken probably wouldn't appreciate having to answer on her behalf to the gods. Sighing, Aithne looked up at the cherry blossoms, bored. She caught sight of a girl looking at Tenken, with a fearful look on her features, and she smiled. Well, looking at how things were, something might just get interesting. Keeping her gaze open and her posture relaxed, Aithne watched the girl and Tenken, though she glanced around every so often, not really having anything to do.

(Aithne is open. )

[pep]

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勇菊 ↷ human
"liar, you'll pay for your sins"


tagged ↷ open

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ooc; this post is kind of pathetic; bear with me s:

a festival? this was one thing he couldn't lie himself out of.

isamu's mother had assured him it would be fun, and encouraged him to dress up and go find more friends. of course he had a few already, but those hardly made an appearance next to him; none of them seemed to trust him well. that was probably a good thing, considering his reputation with lying and all. here he was, walking through the streets that were bathed in light-hearted individuals and laughter, cheery attitudes surrounding him from each and every direction. he promised his mother he'd go and find a few friends to hang out with for part of the time, but that was likely going to be a lie in itself. he was going to try to avoid them to the best of his ability, and see what he could do by himself around the festival.

hanami was meant to celebrate life, but this teenager wasn't feeling happy, unlike all the others. as he passed little vendors and stalls selling foods or cute little trinkets, he could hear snippets of joyful conversation, and held back the urge to wander up to a stall himself. at this point, he was sort of idling around and taking in the sounds of conversation and hoots of enjoyment. he wanted to wander off, maybe never return to this barren city. that was likely what he'd do when he turned eighteen. being seventeen now, though, his age held him back, and that was something he was becoming irritated about. he was treated like an adult, but not allowed to do half the things adults did. either way, that didn't stop isamu from smoking; he'd picked up the habit at fifteen. lying had its perks there, at least. he wasn't a heavy smoker but still enjoyed a cigarette here or there.

speaking of so, if it wasn't the nerves of everyone else having fun around him, he would have thought he was going through withdrawals. his hands were trembling, and his mind couldn't clear himself. he felt, quite frankly, very jittery, and didn't know how to make that feeling stop. maybe visiting one of the shrines would help soothe his frazzled nerves? either way, he found himself not believing nor trusting in the gods. isamu tended to be quite the dark character if you peered under his lies and learned about who he really was. either way, he grinned plenty, enough to avert any suspicion from his white lies. he was surprised at how good he'd become at sputtering out a few words and making others believe them.

unlike the others who dressed in light and airy clothing, or formal kimonos and such along those lines, the seventeen-year-old male wore black jeans, a paler blue t-shirt that clung loosely to his upper body, and sneakers. he figured if he'd attend this festival he'd do it in style though appear casual, as he wasn't a fan of wearing anything unlike this clothing. with a faint sigh, he peered up into the dark and gloomy sky, the sight of gray clouds somehow calming him. maybe a storm would ensure he reached home quickly.

he let his toe drag in the soft ground beneath his shoes, and eventually found himself sitting at a bench, head inclined to stare up at the sky. this festival was rather dull in his eyes, and he didn't see the point of celebrating life. to some, every day was a celebration. why not keep it that way? life was a dark thing, just as dark as death. being born into a world of disgust, racism, and hatred was nothing to be proud of, was it?

[loulou800]

Ｓａｃｈｉｋｏ Ｋｏｂａｙａｓｈｉ

"ＴＨＥ ＰＯＰＵＬＡＲ"

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Age: Seventeen years old | Human | Mood: Hungry/Happy | Currently: At the Hanami Festival

Soon, Sachiko found herself at the festival, her cheeks nice and rosy from the jog that she just had. She wasn't tired, no, but she was excited and she found herself jogging a bit faster than she should have in her current footwear. That caused her to almost trip two or three times, but she was determined to get to the festival. She was aware that she probably looked like a blithering idiot to the others at the festival who could see her from a distance, but at this point, she didn't really care. Her dark-coloured eyes glinted with brightness and happiness as she gazed upon the sight before her. Colourful stalls were set-up on her left and right, and in-front of her looked like a colony of people. A majority of them carried umbrellas, but Sachiko was glad that she was not the only one who had forgotten to bring an umbrella, or forgot to bring something to cover her head.
She sniffed the air and almost melted in the wafting aromas that drifted into her petite nose. Karaage, yakiniku, fish, and kobocha were some of the various types of food that she could smell. And, boy oh boy, did she feel her stomach begin to rumble. She rubbed it gently, figuring that since she hadn't had a dinner yet, it would be good to start off with some food before she fainted from no type of food digested in her stomach.
Nimbly dodging people that walked in her path, Sachiko felt very small amongst all the numerous others who looked strikingly tall in her point of view. After-all, she was only 5'4''. She couldn't exactly see very much over people's head, but she managed.
Finally, after what seemed like a millennium, Sachiko arrived at the stall that looked like it sold yummy meals. The stall had a red and orange roof standing above it, and water droplets poured from it frequently as far as she could see. The line was long, as it stretched past two other stalls, but she didn't mind. Sure, she was at the end of the line, but if she waited patiently, she was positive that she would be able to get a good meal. Maybe a set meal that included all the things that she smelled? That would be fantastic.
The stall that she currently stood beside had a catching game where you were to catch fish and take them home if you caught them all in the time span of one minute (and without breaking the small net to catch the fish with!). Since Sachiko felt the need to challenge herself, she decided that she'd definitely go and visit this stall soon after she ate and did a bit of exploring. It'd take her mind off of things, and she wouldn't mind taking home one of those pretty-coloured fish that swam lively throughout the water that they lived in. The stall owner, who sported a blue headband, and had a grey beard, had his arms crossed as he looked down at the children splashing about, trying to catch their very own fish. The children and a few young adults and seniors crowded around, as the fish were contained in a rectangular shape filled with water that surrounded the owner. They weren't having much luck, though, and Sachiko knew that the owner was probably half-happy, half-piteous. He knew that he was making profits from the money given and he'd have lots of fish left-over, but, at the same time- most of these were like seven and eight-year olds, who were trying their very best to catch a fish. Like Sachiko, he probably liked to see the happy expressions on children's faces when they achieved something that looked unachievable from the beginning. Sachiko sighed, wringing her hands. She wanted to help, but sometimes kids didn't like the help (they liked to do things by themselves), or they would ask for more and more and she'd probably grow tired of it. On the other hand, she was feeling pretty hungry, and she didn't know if she could concentrate hard enough on an empty stomach. She'd try it out for sure though when she was full and had done some exploring, she hoped.