Kanna's quick to make her first-thing visit be to her residence within Konoha. Once she's gotten there, she immediately removes the belt keeping her cloak secure, and at that point she allows her cloak to fall slack. That's only among many of things that she has to remove, though. The Chuunin gets to work, proceeding to take off her leather armguards, followed by the knee-length boots she has on. After she casts those aside, Kanna throws off her finger less gloves, and soon removes her leggings.
The high-collared shirt comes next before she's actually entirely undressed, with the backpouch and kunai holster still locked in place upon her pants. Naturally, her underclothing comes next, and she's promptly strolling on into her bathroom, opening the door to slip on in and closing it behind her. She turns on the shower head and just heads beneath it, pushing her messy locks aside as soon as they've gotten wet. The female stands under the water for the time being, mostly just lamenting on what occurred.
Kanna shuts her eyes and stays silent, hugging her arms around her body. She mostly just does her best to avert her thoughts from seeing their corpses again, but it's far too clear for her to omit it from her mind. She snaps her eyes back open at that point, peering at the bottom of the shower to avoid seeing it in the far more vivid fashion it appeared to her as soon as she shut her eyes. With a definitive bitterness overtaking her, the female sinks to a crouch. Rather than crying, or being mad, she just stares at the same spot from her now hunched position, her body curled up as best as it can while upright. As the image starts fading from her head at last, Kanna averts her focus from her troubles. She slowly elevates her body again, allowing her inky black threads to tear forth from the base of her palms, eliciting a wince from her. They snake on forward, grasping at both the soap and washcloth within arm's length of her, and beginning to clean her body in her hands' stead. They dedicate themselves to scrubbing away the dirt, while she dedicates herself to scrubbing away the ill thoughts.
Honestly, she felt like a failure of a leader. Their lives should've been more of a priority than her own. If she'd just protected them instead of making the split second decision she did, or instead of being rash, then they could've been saved. She thought they had it under control--that they could get away. But that just didn't end up being the case. And she had no excuse for it. It was an unacceptable screw-up on her behalf. There was no aversion of blame for their deaths. Both her and the coalition's assailant were to blame. "... I can only try to make it better next time. To be strong enough for next time..." She murmurs to herself, just about finishing up with scrubbing herself from head to toe. She washes the soap off and turns the shower head off, moving on out and wrapping a towel around her frame. Kanna trails out of the bathroom and shuts the door behind her, taking a seat at her bedside and peering at the plethora of makeup and such upon the night table. After some contemplation, she ultimately decides to go ahead and not go with her basic look. After all, she wasn't going on another mission anytime soon (hopefully).
With that mindset, Kanna decides to express her current emotions in full. Between drying off and applying makeup on more of a Gothic side, it takes about an hour and a half before she's actually done with her little 'transformation' so to speak. After giving herself a little look in a hand-held mirror, the female pulls her hair up into a small bun, letting the rest fall to frame her face in the form of locks. It was a mature look that definitely made her look older than she was, but that was in a good way. Upon completion of that process, Kanna simply throws on a pair of black arm warmers, matching knee socks and shorts, and a murky, purple off-the-shoulder top with a fishnet area just past the chest, guiding itself to her neck.
Accentuating the outfit was a spider-oriented hairpin, she runs blood red lipstick around her lips as a small little final touch, before heading over to retrieve her kunai holster and hip pouch. Once she's placed those upon her frame, she heads for the door, deciding that it'd be best to find something to distract her.
(exit)
The high-collared shirt comes next before she's actually entirely undressed, with the backpouch and kunai holster still locked in place upon her pants. Naturally, her underclothing comes next, and she's promptly strolling on into her bathroom, opening the door to slip on in and closing it behind her. She turns on the shower head and just heads beneath it, pushing her messy locks aside as soon as they've gotten wet. The female stands under the water for the time being, mostly just lamenting on what occurred.
Kanna shuts her eyes and stays silent, hugging her arms around her body. She mostly just does her best to avert her thoughts from seeing their corpses again, but it's far too clear for her to omit it from her mind. She snaps her eyes back open at that point, peering at the bottom of the shower to avoid seeing it in the far more vivid fashion it appeared to her as soon as she shut her eyes. With a definitive bitterness overtaking her, the female sinks to a crouch. Rather than crying, or being mad, she just stares at the same spot from her now hunched position, her body curled up as best as it can while upright. As the image starts fading from her head at last, Kanna averts her focus from her troubles. She slowly elevates her body again, allowing her inky black threads to tear forth from the base of her palms, eliciting a wince from her. They snake on forward, grasping at both the soap and washcloth within arm's length of her, and beginning to clean her body in her hands' stead. They dedicate themselves to scrubbing away the dirt, while she dedicates herself to scrubbing away the ill thoughts.
Honestly, she felt like a failure of a leader. Their lives should've been more of a priority than her own. If she'd just protected them instead of making the split second decision she did, or instead of being rash, then they could've been saved. She thought they had it under control--that they could get away. But that just didn't end up being the case. And she had no excuse for it. It was an unacceptable screw-up on her behalf. There was no aversion of blame for their deaths. Both her and the coalition's assailant were to blame. "... I can only try to make it better next time. To be strong enough for next time..." She murmurs to herself, just about finishing up with scrubbing herself from head to toe. She washes the soap off and turns the shower head off, moving on out and wrapping a towel around her frame. Kanna trails out of the bathroom and shuts the door behind her, taking a seat at her bedside and peering at the plethora of makeup and such upon the night table. After some contemplation, she ultimately decides to go ahead and not go with her basic look. After all, she wasn't going on another mission anytime soon (hopefully).
With that mindset, Kanna decides to express her current emotions in full. Between drying off and applying makeup on more of a Gothic side, it takes about an hour and a half before she's actually done with her little 'transformation' so to speak. After giving herself a little look in a hand-held mirror, the female pulls her hair up into a small bun, letting the rest fall to frame her face in the form of locks. It was a mature look that definitely made her look older than she was, but that was in a good way. Upon completion of that process, Kanna simply throws on a pair of black arm warmers, matching knee socks and shorts, and a murky, purple off-the-shoulder top with a fishnet area just past the chest, guiding itself to her neck.
Accentuating the outfit was a spider-oriented hairpin, she runs blood red lipstick around her lips as a small little final touch, before heading over to retrieve her kunai holster and hip pouch. Once she's placed those upon her frame, she heads for the door, deciding that it'd be best to find something to distract her.
(exit)
