Shigure's House

[Sohma Momiji]

Welcome to Shigure's House. It's a bit crazy in here -- you never know when someone is going to come crashing through the ceiling, or flying through the window. If you can make yourself heard over cries of "KUSO NEZUMI" and "BAKA NEKO", make yourself at home.


Thread notes: Please indicate the location of the house you are in, and the current date & day. The RP begins on a Sunday, September 1. Also list the RP participants, so as to not get others confused. When you're finished with your plot, please post a finished indicator, and continue RPing in the thread on a different day. This is a community thread, so please be mindful of day/date and participants.

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Inside Yuki's Room;; 09.01 Early Morning;; Yuki

Birds - they were chirping everywhere. From the rooftops, to the trees, flying in the sky and even nibbling stray pieces of food from the ground. The previously dark sky brightened considerably as the sun started rising from the East, bringing with it warm light that covered every inch of the forest and the lone house that stood in the middle of it all. The scene itself was quite beautiful, the noise nature's music as the beings that used to be in their deep slumber awakened to a new day. That is, except for a single individual.

From within one corner of the large house, a form hidden securely under a pile of blankets laid still, unmoving even as the rest of the world started waking up. A few strands of silvery hair poked from the top of the blanket and a pale arm hanging loosely at the side of the bed was the only hint as to who this form was. The room was mostly quiet, no hints of snoring or rustling of sheets, just the random intervals of birds chirping as they flew by and sat down on the slightly opened window. Then, the alarm rang.

Ring… ring!!!

An incoherent grumble was heard followed by a slight rustle. But otherwise the figure didn’t make any move to get up, much less wake up despite the protesting clock’s constant ringing. By the time the alarm had reached a crescendo that even the lifeless figure on the bed couldn’t stand, the pale hand shot up from its previous position and neatly broke the thing in half. There was silence again, causing the form to go back to sleep when the sun’s rays brought through the glass window and settled onto the bed. The person twisted and turned, trying to block the bright light from his view to no avail. A few struggles, strewn pillows and a fallen blanket later, the male sat up and lazily rubbed his sleepy eyes. A yawn escaped his pursed lips and his silver-grey eyes blinked as he looked at the window and saw the rising sun.

“It’s too damn early,” he muttered under his breath before he got up and half-asleep, made his way out the door, down the stairs and into the living room where he unceremoniously fell back asleep on the couch. A few more minutes of rest… that was all Yuki needed.