[For Sonya]
Feb. 15th, 2010 09:00 amIsland life was slowly becoming the norm for Scorpion. By now, he had accepted that he was human again. There was no guarantee for how long, but it didn't matter all that much to him. He'd take the unexpected opportunity for however long the powers of the island saw fit. But, what to do with himself?
With having forgotten his life as a human, he didn't remember what he used to do every day. Surely he had not spent every waking hour training and killing. He wondered if he used to have hobbies. It was hard for him to imagine himself collecting stamps or building model airplanes or gardening. Surely ninjas did not do these things. What ninjas did on their off-time was still a mystery to him.
So, Scorpion decided to go for a walk. He had been avoiding the general public more or less, but he thought today was special somehow. The sky seemed a little bluer. The breezes were fresher. The clouds were a bit puffier. Before he began to wonder why exactly he had been thinking about the puffiness of clouds, he saw a familiar figure headed his way. They made eye contact.
With having forgotten his life as a human, he didn't remember what he used to do every day. Surely he had not spent every waking hour training and killing. He wondered if he used to have hobbies. It was hard for him to imagine himself collecting stamps or building model airplanes or gardening. Surely ninjas did not do these things. What ninjas did on their off-time was still a mystery to him.
So, Scorpion decided to go for a walk. He had been avoiding the general public more or less, but he thought today was special somehow. The sky seemed a little bluer. The breezes were fresher. The clouds were a bit puffier. Before he began to wonder why exactly he had been thinking about the puffiness of clouds, he saw a familiar figure headed his way. They made eye contact.
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Date: 2010-02-06 08:04 am (UTC)Damn it, she was suddenly sick of 'what-if's'. If this was a trick of the island, it could've been a lot worse: Scorpion was still well mannered, no matter how love struck. She just hoped he wouldn't do anything he'd regret later.
"It's a date then. Winchester at 6, Jazz club afterward?" It was fitting, after all the Winchester wasn't fine dining, which suited her, and there weren't any 'theme nights' planned for this evening at the club-thank god.