<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8080BF">Sunako's brows press together when her face was washed by Neshita, not liking being treated like a child, or at least, that was how it felt to her. As her streaked make-up was removed, and refreshing her look, so that it didn't appear as messy. The streaks left behind by her tears were wiped away too, and a frown was on her lips, and a not-so-happy glint was shining in her eyes as she listened to what Neshita was saying. Hearing her say that this was not a place like any other. That she might get comfortable. As if. After a moment passes her face was all clean, and Neshita lowers the rag in her hands. <br/><br/>Her eyes follow the other woman's every movement as she got up, walking over to the ajar door that led in to the courtyard. Hearing her talk more. This time it was about her past, and why she had ended up here. A similar story to her own. A moment passes before Neshita moves away from the door, now looking directly at her. Telling her that Hiyta accepted her, for some reason about potential. Apparently it was hard for a girl to get in to this place, but in Sunako's mind, her luckiness was her downfall. She'd hoped that Hiyta would not accept her, turn her away like most of the others. As for that plan...she didn't want to know. As she had her own plans laid out for herself. Maybe they were not clearly set yet...but she'd figure it all out.<br/><br/>Then, Neshita bids her goodnight, saying that she was going to bed. Leaving her room. Sunako waits a second, before silently getting to her feet, quietly opening the door that led to the hall, and glanced down it, just in time to see Neshita turn a corner. She slips out after her, quietly as a shadow, stealthily as a thief or assassin, and follows at a distance. Memorizing the route that it took to get to Neshita's room.<br/><br/>After a little while they reach her room, and Sunako watches as Neshita goes inside. When the door closes behind her, Sunako turns away, heading back the way she had come. Going back to her own room. And, once there, she pulls out a wad of fabric from her very few belongings. Unfolding it to reveal a plain black and grey kimono, and a long hooded cloak of the same color.<br/><br/>Pulling off her clothes she was wearing, she slips on the kimono, tying it at the waist. She wore nothing on her feet, going bare foot. Tying her hair in a simple braid at her back, she pulls on the cloak, covering herself, pulling the hood up and then slipping out the door to her room, closing it behind her. She practically blended in with the shadows, and as nimbly as a cat jumps from rocks to tree branch to roof top, darting across it, before getting to the edge, and drops to the ground below. She was like a ninja the way she moved, and in little to no time at all, she was out of the compound, and in the streets of the town.<br/><br/>Only when she was a safe distance away from the school does she lower her hood to her shoulders. Looking around, eyes gazing this way and that, the town was a much different sigh at night. Especially the section where she was at, it was bright and colorful, with lit round paper lanterns and candles. Simply magnificent. Mostly only men were out and about at this time, and seeing a woman out at this time made some look at her. But she simply ignores them, knowing that half of them only had crude thoughts on their mind.<br/><br/>A man at a lit stall selling noodles noticed her, recognizing her from before. But he does not say that as he calls her over. Offering her a bowl of noodles, and a cup of tea. At first she declined, saying that she had no money to pay, but he tells her that it was alright. So she gratefully accepts, and sits down on the raised seat at the ledge-like counter that served as the table. Promptly a delicious smelling bowl of noodles was set in front of her, which she says thanks for, before beginning to eat, savoring the taste.<br/><br/>As she ate, her thoughts wandered to Neshita. And Hiyta. She knew that she was not supposed to be out at night, and probably would get into trouble...but it was definitely worth it. She hated being trapped, and night time was her only form of escape, when everyone else was asleep. Sunako could only imagine the disappointed look on Neshita's face, and a slight bit of guilt formed in the pit of her stomach, but was quickly overshadowed by the man bringing her a cup of sweet green tea. Might as well enjoy it while she could.</span></div>