Post by Nyatha Non on Feb 11, 2006 14:56:02 GMT -5
[OOC: I'm bored, so any one can post. Any sizes are welcomed. The length of the reply that is, but I perfer at least 2 paragraphs though. 
Nyatha woke up fifteen minutes ago, her eyes are still red and her body rigid from all the training she did. She can barely move, her legs are stiff and so are her arms. She exercised all day yesterday, from dawn till midnight. She rarely ate; however, she did have small amounts of food in between. She had been exercising ever since her master left or so it seems. At least, she thought he did. The droids wouldn’t tell her anything.
While taking a break, one of the droids gave her a notebook and a black mechanical pencil. Something to do, I guess… Nyatha thought. After that, they gave her a fresh red apple to eat and orange juice. Nyatha is sitting on a coach in the living room, which is across from the kitchen. Nyatha sighed, as she stared to write randomly in the notebook. She would write about anything. Then again, she would write anything and everything about her life. She would use this notebook as a journal or a diary for that matter. But, who keep a journal about their life anyway?
Nyatha is wearing a black leather trench coat over a black gown. She is also wearing a pair of knee-length black boots that have silver buckles from the top to the bottom. Her hair has been pulled back in a neat braid, which is hanging over her right shoulder. She is lying down with her head against an armrest and her right leg is dangling off the sides lazily.
“Hn…” She sighed and then she took another bite out of her apple, savoring the taste. She sighed in relief, as she relaxes comfortably against the coach.
Nyatha woke up fifteen minutes ago, her eyes are still red and her body rigid from all the training she did. She can barely move, her legs are stiff and so are her arms. She exercised all day yesterday, from dawn till midnight. She rarely ate; however, she did have small amounts of food in between. She had been exercising ever since her master left or so it seems. At least, she thought he did. The droids wouldn’t tell her anything.
While taking a break, one of the droids gave her a notebook and a black mechanical pencil. Something to do, I guess… Nyatha thought. After that, they gave her a fresh red apple to eat and orange juice. Nyatha is sitting on a coach in the living room, which is across from the kitchen. Nyatha sighed, as she stared to write randomly in the notebook. She would write about anything. Then again, she would write anything and everything about her life. She would use this notebook as a journal or a diary for that matter. But, who keep a journal about their life anyway?
Nyatha is wearing a black leather trench coat over a black gown. She is also wearing a pair of knee-length black boots that have silver buckles from the top to the bottom. Her hair has been pulled back in a neat braid, which is hanging over her right shoulder. She is lying down with her head against an armrest and her right leg is dangling off the sides lazily.
“Hn…” She sighed and then she took another bite out of her apple, savoring the taste. She sighed in relief, as she relaxes comfortably against the coach.
