Post by Nara Shikamaru on Jan 19, 2010 19:30:02 GMT -6
how troublesome...
`` SOMETIMES I WISH I WAS JUST A CLOUD, FLOATING ALONG...
There were very few things in this world that Shikamaru thoroughly enjoyed; very few things that he actually expressed enthusiasm for doing. This first and most obvious thing was playing Shoji. It was one of his favourite things in the world, to play a good game of Shoji against a formidable opponent. He even liked playing against his sensei, Asuma, despite the fact that Asuma had yet to beat the genin. The reason that he liked Shoji so much was because it was something that he was good at with relatively little effort; he simply had to think about what he was going to do next. There were tons of strategies that he had read about in the manual when first learning; each and every one of them had stuck in his mind. It took very little effort and occasionally proved to be a challenge for the boy - without him even having to lift a finger - which was a perfect match for his laziness. There was, however, one thing that he liked to do even more that took virtually no effort at all. It was something he had been doing since before his academy days, when he was just a little kid.
Cloud gazing. Shikamaru loved the clouds; they were so... free. They didn't have to listen to anyone, obey and orders. They could just... float around forever. Sometimes Shikamaru even wished that he, himself could be a cloud. That would negate him from ever having to do work again; he wouldn't have to pretend to be busy to avoid responsibility. If only it were actually possible for him to achieve that, he would have. But for now, he was satisfied with spending his days staring at the clouds, making shapes out of the moisture in the air. While most commonly he would simply state 'they look like cotton candy' when somebody asked him what he saw, when he was alone he had fun seeing all different sorts of images, and even sometimes people that he knew in the clouds. It was a very entertaining way to pass the time without even lifting a finger.
As the hours began to pass, Shikamaru drifted in and out of conciousness as a gentle breeze blew past him. It wasn't uncommon for him to fall asleep in the park; in fact, most people around here found it odd not to see him at least once a day, taking a nap under the nice shade of the trees here. As the sun began to shine brighter, Shikamaru let out a small sigh. He shielded his eyes from the sun, and decided to relocate from out in the open, to underneath the large oak tree about fifteen paces away. Getting up and stretching slowly, Shikamaru stumbled over to the tree and fell back against it. He was out of the glaring sun now, but he needed to get back into the cloud-gazing momentum. He stretched his arms, glancing over each face that was filling up the park. Judging by the number of people here it was probably just past lunch time.
`` YOU WOULD THINK THAT JUST THIS ONCE, I COULD PULL THROUGH...
...nara shikamaru