Who: Okita Souji and OPEN What: Contemplation, mostly, since Souji has more or less just arrived (but it's not immediately after his arrival) When: Tuesday, early morning Where: Training grounds (for sparring and such like) Rating: PG (subject to change) Warnings: None (subject to change)
He hadn't quite got his bearings in this place yet, but he hoped it wouldn't take him long. He wasn't sure that he'd get all that used to the customs of some of the people here, and in some ways, he wasn't sure he wanted to; he missed the member of his troop, Hijikata and Kondou. But, as it was, he was here and it would be useless to spend time moping about home; he would be better off getting on with what was expected of him here, and he imagined the sooner he did that, the sooner he would be able to go back home. At least he would be teaching something he was familiar with. That, at least, was a bonus. Glancing up at the sky, Souji smiled slightly in thought. The weather was pleasant at the moment, at least. He hoped it wouldn't get too warm here; he'd found he was all the more susceptible to weather of late, and dry weather in particular had a habit of making his cough worse. If his unit in Kyoto were unaware of his illness, he certainly didn't plan on allowing a group of strangers aware of his condition.
Even though he didn't expect to be attacked - he was in a school, after all - his wakizashi was, as always, attached at his belt. He hadn't quite been able to decide his opinion on wearing the full daishou around an academy formed from - what he could tell - primarily non-fighters. After all, even the children back in Kyoto were uneasy about spending time around him once they were aware that he was 'the' Okita Souji. However, he had decided that he would place it inside what appeared to be the training area, out of sight. If it were to be needed, he would get it. If not, it would be returned to his room later once he left this area.
Lying flat on his back, Souji stared up at the sky. At least it was quiet here, he would give it that. Quiet, though, was something he was disused to. Although he was fond of it, he wondered if he was fond of it simply because it was so uncommon to him. Again, though, that was something he would undoubtedly discover at a later date. Using his hands as a pillow for his head, he silently wondered if they had a pond here, and what his students would be like.