Ritsu-Namine

Ritsu was quite in shock of what he was looking at. The SKIRT. It was so... short. "Oh, dear god, now people can just look if the wind blows... So, I'll just stay inside from NOW on! *stamps foot* ...Is it me, or is it breezy?" ((I'm so sorry for my really really deadness ;;. My life is really busy around this time. I'll try to get on twice a week. I'm also going to re-introduce Ritsu, and give him a more "I'm a woman" than "NO. I'M A MAN." And not as grumpy.))

The TRAPLOID is seen pacing back and forth, looking at a tan piece of paper. "Who in the name of Jiinbukaren keeps sending me this moronic letters?!? I receive them almost every day! Ugh, now my hair is not in place with all this nonsense." *flips hair back into place* "There we go. IF I FIND YOU, YOU SCHEMING SON OF A POPPY-KETTLE I'LL WRING YOUR NECK! Now, where's my tea? *hmmph*" ((Free RP! Someone keeps sending Ritsu random letters in the mail. And, I'm alive! My internet just broke. Sorry about that. --Ritsu Namine roleplayer))

It was a cold, blustery day in the heart of November. Leaves were falling, cars passing, and everyone was prepping up for the holidays. Everyone seemed happy. Except for one individual. "Lies, torments... they'll never get away with it." The person known as Ritsu Namine was walking around. Ritsu seemed to be on a course to somewhere. "If the snow starts before I get there... then...." Ritsu began to pick up his pace, running, breaking into a sprint, running through parks, around trees, and onto streets. It was then that Ritsu stopped. Standing in front of him was a huge mansion, which seemed to hold lots of people. Ritsu went up to the