can anyone see me down here [o]

[SAKURAKO]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]271 WORDS FOR ANYONE lalala DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Sakurako could easily see how it was going to be 'one those days'. First of all, she had been unable to convince her sister to accompany her on this particular journey, and she had not forced her to come along. Sakurako had covered a lot of ground, but she had trekked through rain, been attacked by bandits, and then ran into some -- albeit, small time -- demons. She was just not feeling the same thrill she normally felt on her journeys.... It was lucky for her that she always had her umbrella on her, so she hadn't been soaked too badly. But still, it was disheartening when the first few days of an adventure went so poorly. Most people would see that as a sign, and go home. But not Sakurako, she pressed onward. She knew there was a place somewhere here in Taka Pass where she could rest the way she really needed to. She knew she would never underestimate the value of a bed again. It seemed that Sasa Sanctuary was truly a sanctuary in this case. Sakurako needed to wash her clothes, take a good bath, and wash off whatever bad juju was soaking her skin. The last thing she needed was to bring home a jinx she somehow managed to pick up. I know it's here somewhere.... She had been there before, so it wasn't like she wasn't allowed to stay because she wasn't a good enough person. But of course, there was a possibility she didn't like too much. With her stream of luck, it was likely that Sakurako had gone and gotten herself lost. [/style]

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[waka]

[atrb= cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width:410px; bTable] [atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/w9cvx5.png, btable][STYLE=background-image: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/2wok9yh.png'); border: 1px dotted #cfcfcf; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; float: left; width: 420px; height: 105px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; overflow: auto; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 3px;] [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/2wok9yh.png'); border: 1px dotted #cfcfcf; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; float: left; width: 420px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 1px;]Rain, rain. From the shelter of a small cave, Waka stood protected from the forces of nature outside, watching as the clouds continued to pour. The sky didn't appear as if it would be letting up anytime soon, and even though without an umbrella rain really wasn't a hindrance for him wherever he traveled, he took the opportunity to rest easy anyways. That was until a stray girl came wandering into his view. By the looks of things, she seemed to be looking for something. Or rather, she looked lost. Most of the locals wouldn't be out for a stroll in such weather the heavens had decided to bestow, so naturally he assumed she was a traveler who had probably come a long way, judging from the worn out expression on her face and the state of her clothes. Thus, he was then presented with two choices: ignore her and carry on, or show her some benevolence. He chose the latter, because, well, Waka couldn’t possibly turn his back on a fair damsel in distress. "Bonjour!~" He called out, gleaming sparkles, and making his presence known. He raised one hand up in greeting as he came out of his shelter and made his way over to her, the pattering of rain drumming louder and louder in his ears. He was thankful that the headdress he wore was enough to shield the rain from his face. "Pardon me for intruding on your solitude, but I must ask if you are in any need of assistance? I couldn't help but sense your distress." His eyes quickly appraised her, taking note of her particular style of dress and the accessories she wore, before his expression settled in a knowing smile. "Ah - are you from the Oina tribe? There’s a faint smell of wet dog..." It was a joke (a highly questionable one at that), but he felt a warm sense of amusement at how canine-like he sounded with his distinguishable sense of smell. Thankfully, though, Waka had enough decency not to go around jumping on people and licking their faces as much fun as that could be.[/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/2wok9yh.png'); border: 1px dotted #cfcfcf; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; float: left; width: 420px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 3px;] ( sakurako ) -- ( 351 ) -- ( whoops, i'm thinking they're a bit out of the general sasa sanctuary area. hope you don't mind! ) [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -10px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]made by SANA of BTN[/style]

[SAKURAKO]

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Sakurako spun on her heels, mentally groaning at the sensation of mud gathering around her lower ankles as she did so, though she outwardly showed no signs of noticing it. It was days that this that made her rethink her opinion of travel, for it didn't seem like the Gods were very fond of her that day. But, as the man who had addressed her approached her, she thought that maybe her luck was finally beginning to take a turn for the better. Perhaps he knew where the Sasa Sanctuary was? Not that she didn't she was just...lost. Which she loathed having to admit; but given the circumstances she'd make an exception.

As the man continued, Sakurako couldn't help a hopeful and friendly smile, readjusting her hands on the umbrella she wielded in an old nervous tick. Not that she was particularly nervous by the man himself, it was more the way he looked at her.... But she ignored it for the time-being for the sake of possibly finding from shelter. "You most certainly can, kind stranger." She said, giving a small bow. Being as respectful as possible was really the best tactic she could come up with, though she knew she would switch to being feisty if the need arose. She just didn't feel it at the moment. "I am looking for an inn that I have stayed at before, but I seem to have lost my way somehow...perhaps you know of it?" Since admittance to the Sasa Sanctuary was limited, Sakurako had to play it safe. She needed to know first if this man had been there once before.

"Ah - are you from the Oina tribe? There’s a faint smell of wet dog..."

Sakurako blinked at the man, unsure how to take that comment. She knew that the scent of wet dog was more of a stench, and infamous for smelling terrible. And so, she couldn't help the slight narrow that came to her pupils, even though she wasn't sure if he had meant it that way. Even if he hadn't, he should really know better. No woman she knew liked to be associated with a bad smell. "Yes," she replied, her tone of voice just the slightest bit more harsh, unafraid of expressing that she felt insulted by his approach to the question, "I am." She didn't mind that he had asked, he just didn't ask properly.

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