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Hello post and heck, if you want to drop in, OPEN TO ALL

Kin let out a yawn, rolling her neck and being met with an array of loud popping noises. Two suitcases were in either hand, and she nodded to the bus driver, stepping down and into the loosely populated street. Her dark blue jeans were tight and clung to her form while a loose purple teeshirt hung off her frame. A coffee stain sat between her breasts from an accident a few hours prior. She let out a sigh.

Finally, that bus took forever...

She clutched her two suitcases and walked up the street past the many dupli that had been too full to make room for her. The heat of the town was causing miniscule drops of sweat to appear on her back of her neck, underneath her long thick hair.

She was here. Finally, she had escaped, and she was on her way to a different way of living. Kin had left right after school in Oto let out and making a run with two suitcases and three more being mailed to her new address it was perfect. She had already registered for her next year of school and had left a note for her mother, not telling her exactly where, but what she was doing. Father had touched her for the last time.

The concrete was hot under the sun and the out of shape houses made her cringe a little. So what if she had it rough for awhile, she could move into another place when she got more money.

She put down her second suitcase and checked her palm, which scribbled upon it lay her address in black sharpie. 15 Kishimoto Avenue...? She looked forward and saw the number 15 on the tall house in front of her. There was a multi-person mailbox out front and peering a little more closely at it she saw a rather fresh looking card with her name on it: Tsuchi Kin.

She grinned a bit to herself, walked to the front door, and knocked.

This was the beginning.

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    Ava Adore; Smashing Pumpkins

Ice Cream Party at the park [Open to all]

Several picnic tables sat under a canopy, one with a few buckets of open ice cream (strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate) and about every topping possible, including watermelon gummy rings. The unbearable heat has caused some of the ice cream to melt over the rim, through the cracks in the table, and onto the concrete next to the green gym bag; hopefully someone would come soon.

On the adjacent table sits Rock Lee, wearing a green t-shirt and khaki shorts. In his off hand is a white daffodil. Lee is intently picking away each peddle, letting it float to the ground as he mumbled to himself, completely unaware of his surroundings. He looks generally comfortable, but upon close inspection he would look a little nervous.
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    anxious anxious
X Marks the Spot.

To the park! [Open to all - directed at Gaara and maybe Sasuke.]

Naruto got there first - big surprise.

He had a habit of doing that, but he was hoping that anyone who would come for him wouldn't take too long. He was tweeking, to say the least, and couldn't pin down the reason. He wasn't really clothed for the occasion - for any occasion, really - just dressed in what he'd been wearing when he'd gotten home: a large t-shirt and a pair of skin-tight jeans he liked a considerable amount and had doodled all over in permanent ink. He'd thrown a jacket over the top on his way out, and he had his bag with him.

His bag, of course, was for his comfort food (more ramen, chocolate, and diet soda than the whole of China could eat), as well as a frightened pair of rabbits no one had heard anything out of for a while, who'd become rather tame in light of their previous attitudes over the course of a few weeks with him. He reached into the duffel bag's pocket to rub a knuckle against Kain's fuzzy head, and felt Okku nibble at his forefinger in an almost affectionate way.

He flopped back on the park bench, lifting the bag so that the bunnies sat on his stomach. (They knew better than to leave their place within it; they were afraid of the occasional bunches of cars that zoomed past.) The streets were illuminated by tall street lamps that cast eerie patches of light onto the near-empty roads that surrounded Konoha Park.

The blonde sighed and leaned his head back. It was almost eleven o' clock at night and he'd just left home without telling Iruka. Greeeeeeaaaaat. He was never going to hear the end of this.
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    Hell Song x Sum 41
Y HALO THARR

HAPPY BIRTHDAYY TO MEEEEE EVERYBODY JOIN

Kankuro's keys glimmered under the hot sun's rays while he twirled them on his finger. Squeezed between the fingers on his other hand was a lit joint, from which he took a puff from every other minute. Today was not an ordinary, scorching summer day. Today was special. Today was Kankuro's birthday. Leaning against his rusted van, a bored expression crossed his face. He had been waiting on the driveway for at least half an hour now. Where the hell were Temari and Gaara? And everyone else?

Everyone was supposed to meet him at his van a long while ago. Have they all decided to ditch? Kankuro let out a dejected groan as this passed his mind. But maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe he could have a nice quiet birthday to himself this year. He took another drag. And maybe he could drive himself right off a cliff while he was at it.
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Pretty as a flower

OMG COME HERE YOU IDIOTS! <3

Ino tugged at her new kimono and walked gracefully along the path to the park where the Cherry Blossom Festival was being held. A small breeze rustled some of the trees, causing a couple of blossoms to float gently in the air. Everything was peaceful and serene, and she breathed in deeply. It felt nice to have a kimono that fit her once again, hugging her body and curves instead of confining it. Hopefully everyone else had gotten her email on where to meet.

A couple of booths came into view, selling dango and fans and masks, so she stopped by the first vendor she saw. She sighed and stood against the dango booth, tapping a foot and waiting patiently (well, patiently enough for her) for the others to show up. And to buy her dango and pretty things.

((I CAN'T WRITE TODAY AND I'M SO HORRENDOUSLY SORRY! AHH!!! Forgive me, all. I promise I have my better days.))
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    Poster Of A Girl - Metric
X Marks the Spot.

Adopting the Crazy Hopping Things. [Open to all; mostly Haku. It's your house, right?]

"Christ, I smell like pot."

It was a rather random statement, which was not entirely out of the ordinary. Naruto didn't tend to stop talking very often if he was still capable of using his mouth so when others weren't around - or not listening, as the case might've been - he usually conversed with himself. It was bothersome, but he didn't really mind; didn't think about it too much, as it were.

Still, he did smell like pot. He'd started to really notice now that he didn't spend the majority of his life inhaling it. Sakura's restraining him had eventually worked him out of his headache and bad attitude about the whole thing. Having reassessed it, he'd started to remember just how much the highs had been waning. It wasn't really that fun anymore - he just kind of...you know, did it. That wasn't to say he was glad to be rid of it - he wasn't - but he wasn't that unhappy.

He looked around himself, blowing the blonde out of his face absent-mindedly. Haku lived in a part of town that he didn't often venture into, for lack of motivation. It wasn't run down, but it was no happy peppy suburb of a place, either. Kind of a ghetto without being too dirty, not too far from the living conditions the Uzumaki had become accustomed to. It was in a completely different part of Konoha, though, kind of far away from everything that might've caused a hubbub without being outrageously so.

He found the apartment building and brushed past a man who sat outside (who somewhat resembedled a crocodilian sort of creature), and began his walk up the stairs. Third floor, ninth door down, he walked. He yawned into his hand, brushed himself off, cursed, and then proceeded to rap on the wood once before yelling through it.

"Hey! Haku!"
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