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CHARACTER:
Name: Konan
Age: Exact age unknown, but around 34-35 (Appears to be in mid twenties)
Series: Naruto
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Occupation: Kunoichi, God's Angel
Point of canon to be drawn in: Directly after the fight with Jiraiya, after Pein has saved her and taken over the fight
Preferred level: Elysium.

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...Itachi-san.

It is in the past.

With that said and done, despise my current seclusion as of late...would anyone have need of me, I am available to talk once more. My apologies if I was needed at all before and not there to assist with anything.

...Itachi-san. If you have time later, might we speak in private?

To the gentleman who attempted to fondle my hair while I was shopping earlier this morning: My apologies for your injury, but you brought it on yourself. Papercuts...can be rather nasty, I certainly hope you were able to find adequate medical attention to cure the sting.

I dislike being touched without prior permission. Please respect that in the future.




[[OOC: Want to be that "gentleman"? Feel free, no one in particular in mind there~]]

-Konan's voice is calm and even as she speaks, carefully measured so as not to put forth too much emotion. If one listens, the sound of paper being folded over and over can be heard.-

Routine once more sets in. I don't think I mind it, however. Not yet.

-She goes silent, but the rustle of paper being folded continues for a few moments before she speaks once more.-

It has been some time since I paid attention to art other than my own...I think perhaps I will remedy that soon.

Mm. It has been some time since I deigned to use this system...hasn't it? I don't think many would notice the absence, but perhaps it is worth an apology all the same to those who might have. Be that as it may, I have returned...

I will...simply say that it was worth it, but I admit...I am glad to return here, to my home and this journal.

...At least that headache is gone.

My apologies for my absence, not that it was something for anyone else to take note in. Things have been...busy.

I feel better though, that is what matters, simply.

The circus...

Well, it is most definitely a surprise. I cannot necessarily say a pleasant one. But an interesting one...I suppose.

A tragedy within a place normally associated with comedy...though I would not put that one above depravity.

Missing persons...?

Not wholly uncommon, but still something to consider when out and about, I suppose.

Ah...to the person who tried to touch my hair last night...my apologies for your wounded hand. The edges of that flower were rather sharp...weren't they? the rose serves it's purposes, besides being a simple ornament, as this proves.

I suppose it could serve as a deterrent, all the same.



[[ooc: if you want a bloody hand from trying to touch the lady's flower, by all means it could be YOU]]

Courtesy...

To what degree would you offer it to a stranger? What must someone do, personally, to prove that they are worthy of more, or adversely, unworthy of any? Theories in manners are surely as differed as theories of art and war.

I am...curious for other's opinions, if you please.

Recent events just make me pause...and further evaluate what has been happening recently. I suppose it is of little consequence, either way, though.

I felt creative today...though I can't say it amounted to much, really.

...It came out well enough, I suppose.

Paper wings drifting
Silent in the still of night.
Dark eyes follow me.
Side-by-side we continue
Together on the path.

Mmm...it whiled away some time. But I have other things to attend to later on.

What a tragedy.

But tragedy is another facet of life, in the same vein as happiness. In balance, one cannot exist without the other, to some small degree at the very least. Tragedy stands it's ground as a stepping stone for growing and persevering...even if it is painful.

...It is life and the nature of the world.

A journal...?

I suppose it could be useful. A...way of channeling emotions and words when words are perhaps unavailable. With some patience it could grow to be quite worthwhile. One needs patience to gain anything worth attaining.