All was boring. Yes, boring. Well, according to a certain teen, it was. This particular female sat impatiently on the edge of the bed in the Green Room of the Hotel of Traverse Town, one foot on the edge of the bed, the other on the floor. Her right arm rested upon her propped up knee, and her left arm seemed to be caught in a continued motion. One quick toss, a reach for another star, then yet another toss, and so on. It repeated like this for what seemed like hours.
As the time passed, a large amount of small shuriken knives piled up on the opposite wall, digging into the wall, and remaining there. Between every toss, came a sigh of boredom. Short, dark locks of hair covered her indigo eyes, and she shook her head lightly to remove them from that position. Yes, for the first time in a while, the great ninja Yuffie Kisaragi was bored as hell.
"Why'd the darkness have to go away so quickly?! I mean, c'mon! I'm a ninja! I'm meant for battle 'n stuff, but nooooo. No action, no excitement. Just... boredom." She pouted, realizing that she now succeeded in planting her entire inventory of shuriken knives into the wall. She slowly stood, crossing the room, and began picking them out of the wall one by one.
"No sign of Aerith or Leon lately either. I'm soo BORED!" She whined like a little girl, continuing the process of picking the knives from the wall individually, and placing them into a pouch on her belt.