Log; ongoing
When; June 7th, early afternoon
Rating; PG
Characters; Asano Rin (revengeisalie) and... everyone who wants to come.
Summary; After much delay, Rin finally gets to celebrate her birthday.
Log;
They'd spent the morning with preparations. Carrying a table to the beach, then all the food, the buckets filled with ice to keep the drinks cool, and lastly, beach volleyball equipment. Youko had given her a quick rundown of the rules of said game, and she thought she understood it alright now. Youko sure seemed excited to play, and Rin just let herself be infected by her friend's enthusiasm - all the while also being plenty busy trying to keep Rokuta from eating all the cake before the guests arrived.
So now she gave the setup a last glance, shivering a little, and thus becoming painfully aware of her current state of dress, or not-dress. She still thought these swimsuits were an awfully skimpy affair, but it was better than bathing naked for sure. It was a little mysterious to her why they had to wear it all the time while at the beach, but she wasn't going to complain. Hers was a one-piece - red, of course. Her hair, she'd done up the way she did on her way to Kaga, past the Kobotoke checkpoint.
She had called that particular disaster to mind as she fixed the two braids atop her head, remembering the "wanted" poster showing Manji and her and accused them of a murder they hadn't committed. Rin still thought it had been Shira's doing - he was certainly bastard enough for it.
Well, no matter - she'd survived up to now. To live to the age of seventeen, when she could've died at fourteen, could've died anytime, really. Little luck enough it was, she hoped it would last.
Asano Rin sighed and smiled, muttering to herself: "Well, let the party begin."
Rating; PG
Characters; Asano Rin (revengeisalie) and... everyone who wants to come.
Summary; After much delay, Rin finally gets to celebrate her birthday.
Log;
They'd spent the morning with preparations. Carrying a table to the beach, then all the food, the buckets filled with ice to keep the drinks cool, and lastly, beach volleyball equipment. Youko had given her a quick rundown of the rules of said game, and she thought she understood it alright now. Youko sure seemed excited to play, and Rin just let herself be infected by her friend's enthusiasm - all the while also being plenty busy trying to keep Rokuta from eating all the cake before the guests arrived.
So now she gave the setup a last glance, shivering a little, and thus becoming painfully aware of her current state of dress, or not-dress. She still thought these swimsuits were an awfully skimpy affair, but it was better than bathing naked for sure. It was a little mysterious to her why they had to wear it all the time while at the beach, but she wasn't going to complain. Hers was a one-piece - red, of course. Her hair, she'd done up the way she did on her way to Kaga, past the Kobotoke checkpoint.
She had called that particular disaster to mind as she fixed the two braids atop her head, remembering the "wanted" poster showing Manji and her and accused them of a murder they hadn't committed. Rin still thought it had been Shira's doing - he was certainly bastard enough for it.
Well, no matter - she'd survived up to now. To live to the age of seventeen, when she could've died at fourteen, could've died anytime, really. Little luck enough it was, she hoped it would last.
Asano Rin sighed and smiled, muttering to herself: "Well, let the party begin."