Not that she has any empirical proof—release jutsu didn't work, she can't sense chakra, there's nothing that hints at her attacker or their motive—but it's the simplest and most comprehensive answer to her questions, such as Where am I? and How did I get here? Occam's Razor. What else could it possibly be? She gives no credit to the answers she got when she first "woke up," largely because it was the most ludicrous thing she's ever heard.
She runs her finger behind her right ear, tracing that fresh scar, and knows that she could have healed a surgical incision like that until the skin looked nearly flawless.
It's disturbing, the things they told her, but this disturbs her too: her chakra's closed off from her somehow, inaccessible, and to her that absence is like phantom discomfort from an amputated limb.
Walking through the choked streets, she's equally as bright as any of the locals around her, but that's product of chance. She was born with hair that color, just happened to be wearing that cherry red shirt; there's nothing in her posture or expression that suggests revelry. Wary and tense, she's looking up above any of the festivities: looking for the easiest way to get up to the roofs, in fact, so she can get a better sense of the place.]
[ooc: i don't know, this is desu's doing. i'm open to most things: no yellow beads, pls, and i have a kinks list here. she's not the casual hook-up type and is generally not inclined to do what she's told by the city, so she'll be recalcitrant about having sex unless you're sasuke? that said i'm open to smut (f/m or f/f), so leave me a tag and/or pm me and we'll see what we can work out!
oh, and i can do action or prose, whatever you prefer.]
haruno sakura | naruto | ota
Not that she has any empirical proof—release jutsu didn't work, she can't sense chakra, there's nothing that hints at her attacker or their motive—but it's the simplest and most comprehensive answer to her questions, such as Where am I? and How did I get here? Occam's Razor. What else could it possibly be? She gives no credit to the answers she got when she first "woke up," largely because it was the most ludicrous thing she's ever heard.
She runs her finger behind her right ear, tracing that fresh scar, and knows that she could have healed a surgical incision like that until the skin looked nearly flawless.
It's disturbing, the things they told her, but this disturbs her too: her chakra's closed off from her somehow, inaccessible, and to her that absence is like phantom discomfort from an amputated limb.
Walking through the choked streets, she's equally as bright as any of the locals around her, but that's product of chance. She was born with hair that color, just happened to be wearing that cherry red shirt; there's nothing in her posture or expression that suggests revelry. Wary and tense, she's looking up above any of the festivities: looking for the easiest way to get up to the roofs, in fact, so she can get a better sense of the place.]
[ooc: i don't know, this is desu's doing. i'm open to most things: no yellow beads, pls, and i have a kinks list here. she's not the casual hook-up type and is generally not inclined to do what she's told by the city, so she'll be recalcitrant about having sex
unless you're sasuke?that said i'm open to smut (f/m or f/f), so leave me a tag and/or pm me and we'll see what we can work out!oh, and i can do action or prose, whatever you prefer.]