OOC: I don't care what happens here. I don't care how many join as long as it stays in posting order. I trust that we all know what that means and most of all have fun!
The air seemed damp, when the wind blew it was like a breath of fresh cool air. The vibrantly green leaves above and the crab grass below slapped together in a grand, but silent applause. There leaned up against one of many oak trees, knelt a cloaked figure. Long, straight hair blew out from the confines of a hood. The figure sat there knees against chest, head hung low, as if in deep thought.
Water could be scented near-by, but what really caught her interest was the smell of salt. Slowly, her head lifted up and long delicate hands reached to pull back her hood to reveal a soft pale complexion of a female. Black hair was pulled back behind her ears. Motivation shone brightly against hazel eyes. A long slender nose and full lips that showed no smile yet no frown. A pointed chin pressed closer to her jaw as she set off running.
Black soles seemed to leap through the wooded terrain with ease. Her cloak, flew away from her shoulders and down her arms, it caught on stray branches and eventually landed among the leaves and brush. The girl still running toward something still unknown. Pale arms flashed through the trees and soon slowed to a halt.
Silence knelt, still amongst the forest for cover from the branches. Her eyes seemed focused on her target as she reached into her belt pouch and recovered a leather bound journal and a writing utensil. Quickly she scribbled something on it, ripped the page out. She effortlessly reached down around her ankle withdrew a small dagger blade about seven inches in length, tagged the paper to the tip and threw it.
The nearest tree was struck with the blade from ten feet away from her with a slap. On the paper it read:
[center:v9zto9rx]I know, you've been watching.[/center:v9zto9rx]