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Heavy rain was about to fall soon – apparently together with splendid summer thunderstorm. Under the sky darkening so quickly and next to the yet smooth sea waves a boy figure could be found, sitting on a low wall of haven’s land development. Every now and then he glanced to his right, in the direction of the other bank. There was the tourists’ area, occupied mainly by yacht owners, usually quite rich, not really coming out of their circles. It was the season for short vacations of many habitually busy people. Further, almost all evenings had been rowed up with wedding ceremonies, arranged by couples enchanted with the vision of azure sea twinkling gently in the background… Well, today was not the day. Even if it had started just as charming – but who said it ceased to be? To his left there were mostly trees, one resort hotel, then a narrow pier, fishing boats taking their rest, sailing school, and only a scanty excuse of an actual beach. And this was, actually, the place where said young man felt most at home. Unconvinced by the weather, not at all urgent, armed only with a stick to doodle in the sand, sunflower in his lap and an empty soda can, serving currently as a container for sunflower’s seeds’ shells. Would he empty it whole before the storm goes down? Interesting.

For a while he observed the two most devoted surfers continuing with their stunts, utilizing the circumstances to the fullest – further into the sea the wind had to start blowing twice as fierily. Soon they also had to give up. None he would know in person, yet there were frequenters who rarely entered the built-up area of the city, arriving early in the morning and leaving hardly before the nightfall. Shinobu had only been greeting or blessing them with understanding, fleeting smile as they had been parting with the waves and going home. His home, actually, was just about three streets nearby, so he had no reason to worry. No reason to spare himself the subtle joy of just staying in the open, feeling the world constantly changing in flickering of light, wind tangled in his hair. Fine-drawn line between being engaged and simply idle. Either way, some days Shinobu happened to be evenly satisfied with that and that alone; with a random stick, soda can and a sunflower – with a place to come back to if he wanted, and a promise of a splendid summer thunderstorm.

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[ IF I was to create a character that is a violent, pitiful bag of issues, mourning and perversion – would anyone be interested in roleplaying some stuff with me? I've already thought about something circling around “being surrounded by death and calamity” – meaning having relatives disappearing/dying in strange accidents, being in near-death situations themselves etc.

Should they be male, female? neither? Could anyone suggest me any [manga/anime] face claim they would / like to see me using for them? Any opinions are welcomed :)

*sways away to ponder for a few hours on the name* ]