An large section of buildings where most villagers live and lounge around in their free time.
Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 9:51 pm
Shizuka Aika
[enter]
Shizuka constantly look behind her shoulder just before she made it to her home, making sure the new guy wasn't fallowing him. Ransom thoughts go in her mind of what might or might not happen once he found out she's one of his kind, or is it his are searching for her to take back to the clan and be a forever slave? She shock it off, since she satisfied that there was no sign of him. Shizuka came to her home to drop off the grousury, leaving it at the table. She took a quick look at her purse, seeing there was little left now. "Hmm... need more money" she told herself alone in the room. This was the last bit of her allowance she needed to start taking a real job. She was once appointed to doing mission that the shinobies do. "Snap! That's right, I need to go the Kage's office today!" She then remember that reappeared in her head. She better get going wile it's still day out. She left everything were she putted and headed out the door and headed tours the Kages Office where the head shinobie village stay's.
Shizuka returned to her home only seeing the bag of food still left on the table where she last came here. She go ahead and store the items to their place before heading for the showers. Her cloths changed in her jammy, the girl placed her head band and hat on the table and rested down on her chest to rest her head more confuting. And there with any more movement, she fell into a deep sleep from a beginning work day.
Chakra Pool: 5 +15resting || Ninjutsu/Wind/Speed/Stone village/Byakugan || Rank: Genin
Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 2:19 pm
Shizuka Aika Age: 14
Shizuka rose up from her bed, had her hours of sleep that her body needed. She felt truly refreshed with all her energy back in her system. The young girl changed her cloths and walked out of her home to do some things to do.
[exit]
Chakra Pool: 100 (sleeping in the bed should give enough to fully charged.) || Ninjutsu/Wind/Speed/Stone village/Byakugan || Rank: Genin
After leaving the Kage's office, Arisu headed back to the small apartment she had been housed in with another, older woman that was supposed to tend to her. The lady had a job at Iwa's hospital, which meant she was typically heavily occupied with her work. It didn't bother the Uchiha in the slightest, she was confident she could take care of herself. In reality, she pretty much had to. Her parents scorned her and practically disowned her due to the color of her eyes, and her brothers could only do so much when they were around -- but at least they tried. Those were the people she had to get back to, and now more so than ever.
Arisu hadn't even known about the war that left Amegakure ravaged. As far as positive went for the second rate village of Amegakure, Sho only spoke of good things. He'd make note of their parents from time to time, but perhaps that was why he and the rest of her siblings never visited her..
Those thoughts trailed away as Arisu finished packing up what little belongings she came to acquire in Iwa. They consisted mostly of clothing that she had needed, but would discard when she returned to Ame's fashion. She had a canteen gourd and a backpack, a blanket and a katana Roku had given her when she left home. It was a normal sized katana, which to Arisu, was giant. It used to be heavy for her, but she'd trained for it's usage and now she could wield it normally. With the weapon attached securely and pressed between her back and the pack she wore, Arisu was ready to take her leave.
The Uchiha scribbled a quick note for her caretaker and left it tacked to the door of the apartment. She stood outside it, looking up at it's stone walls. There wasn't any attachments made to this house, so it's not like she had to say goodbye to it. Arisu lingered because, as much as she didn't want to admit it, she was afraid of traveling by herself. She'd been so resolute about the ability to take care of her own well being, but that was within village walls. She'd only traveled the roads between Iwagakure and Amegakure once. What if she were kidnapped? Or, worse.. Killed? Arisu wasn't afraid of dying as a shinobi and she was fearless like an Uchiha should be, but she didn't want to leave this world without seeing her brothers or making a dent in history.
Mustering up what courage she could find within herself, Arisu began to make her way toward the village gates. There was a map in her bag from the house that had just been laying around. She wasn't well versed on geography, but if she could head in Ame's general direction, she'd be bound to run into it eventually.
Shizuka return over to her home, tired out from her full day or training over at the training ground. The young girl look through her fridge to grab some food to eat before she head to the shower, washing away all the sweat away then crashed into her bed. She was dreadfully tired. For once her head rested on the pillow, she had no trouble to fall asleep.
Chakra Pool: 70 || Ninjutsu/Wind/Speed/Stone village/Byakugan || Rank: Genin
Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 8:08 pm
Shizuka Aika Age: 14
Shizuka rose up after a few hours sleep, stretching off her sore legs from over exercising from her last visit of the training ground. Feeling refreshed and filled with energy back in her body, Shizuka tidy up and got her things together. She headed out to the door and set out to find something to do.
[Exit]
Chakra Pool: 100 || Ninjutsu/Wind/Speed/Stone village/Byakugan || Rank: Genin
[enter] The large dog now came over to the neighborhood were most commonly shinobe's rest in their apartment. Why would the dog come over here? Was he going to look through the trash cans? No, instead the dog only sniffed around the floor and walls, and then raised his legs over the side of the building.... that would explain the stench around here. Dang dogs been pissing just right outside the building... She's starting to dislike the dogs even more. There's nothing she could do here anyways. Finished his business and able to throw away the bag of poop, Shizuka leaded the dog back to his master as she sees their walk is done. [exit] [5/5]
Chakra Pool: 100 || Ninjutsu/Wind/Speed/Stone village/Byakugan || Rank: Genin
Tanoshii entered his apartment and arranged all the food where they belong. Then quickly headed towards the training grounds.[exit to training grounds.] [
The apartment was on the third floor, set in a corner. It was very much like any other apartment that the residence lived in, the main building looking to have been carved out of the rock wall itself. He had managed to get lucky though, with his being on the corner, he had a view of both the northern and eastern sections of the village, depending on where he stood. He also had a clear view of the Tsuchikage's building, setting almost in the center of town. Yes, he had a slight tactical disadvantage, more areas of approach for an enemy to come in, from the north or the east, or, if they were brave enough, from the door that led into the apartment itself, but it was a small price to pay for the better view of the Village. After all, what was his safety if he could not protect the Village? His life belonged to it, to the Tsuchikage to do with what he would, so why should he be worried about a personal attack? Perhaps that was why, his utter lack of care for his personal well being, that the male was still asleep this late in the day with his shades drawn partially to let in some light.
A tangle of blond and strawberry cream colored hair spread across the top of the bed, half of the pillow having been sucked under the covers by the creature that rested beneath the warm mounds of cloth. Slowly he moved, body writhing beneath the blankets like a mass of snakes as he started to wake, stretching long, slender arms and hands up from under the warmth of his cocoon to touch and test the air beyond. Manicured nails reach high to the top of the bed, grabbing and twisting in sheets as the remainder of his body continued to writhe under the blankets, shifting from stretching to his full length to curl up on his side, legs coming to touch against his chest as he curled up. A soft groaning sound came from under the blankets, but it was quickly cut off as the man started coughing. It was soft at first, but quickly escalated. The sound was rough, and the man quickly sat up, a hand coming to grab at his throat as eyes closed tightly. Nails dug into his throat as he coughed, his body doubling over in pain as a hand came to cover his mouth, long hair falling around his head and face that covered all the way down his back, falling in gentle curls to the bed around him as he shook, tears starting to form in his eyes as he grabbed at his throat so hard that it became hard to breath. He could taste the coppery metallic taste of blood in his mouth as he took a rasping breath and held it, his body convulsing as it tried to force him to cough again. He fought his own body for a moment, hand slowly releasing his throat as he calmed. As he brought his hand from his mouth, gasping and panting, he saw his delicate ivory palm stained with dark red. He blinked tears from his mismatched eyes and took another slow breath, letting his hand fall, palm up, to his lap. What the hell... did I do last night... he tried to remember, but it was all a hazy blur of faces and feelings that didn't quite match with one another. He gave a soft sigh, shaking his head and, careful not to get the blood on his blankets, flung them from his legs and stood.
The male stood an decent 5'7'' tall, with a rather slender and slightly curvy build. His chest currently bare and with only a pair of light pajama pants tied to barely stay on his hips, one could easily make out the light line of lean muscle that adorned his body, yet wasn't distracting enough for someone to look and outright tell he was a male. His face was soft and rounded as opposed to the hardened and chiseled chins that most men had. His eyes were a slight almond shape and two separate colors, the left eye one blue while the right one was a dark green. His hair was long, and when left down, as it was now, reach to the back of his knees in silken waves, a soft blond at the top and slowly turning to a shade of what could be considered strawberry cream at the bottom curls. His ivory skin was flawless it seemed, save for two things. Firstly on both of his sides, along his ribs, were a set of twin tattoos, seeming mirror images of the other; tribal styled hawks that angled their claws down to his hips. Secondly, and possibly what he thought was most noticeable, was a large jagged scar that ran from the left to right along his throat. It didn't quite go all the way around, but covered the front half of it.
He let out a soft breath of pain, wincing as he straightened, along his back were what looked like claw marks, his lower back had a bruise forming on it, as did his right shoulder and his left hip. Along both his shoulders were what could almost be discerned as bite marks that led up to the back of his neck. He brought his clean hand up, massaging his shoulder as he cracked his neck and started, stumblingly, toward his bath. He was sore... that much was for sure. Well, whatever it was that he had done the night prior, and with whomever, it was over now. Today was the start of a new day... Hopefully the Tsuchikage had something for him to do. He could always hang around the man's office... He wasn't too bad to look at after all, even if he was a few years younger than the blond.
Bare feet touched gingerly on the cold tiles of the bathroom as he first turned on the shower, letting the warm water steam up as he turned to the mirror and sink opposite it. He paused, frowning softly as he noticed his bottom, a hand coming up to run along it. What did I do last night... he thought again, a brief flash of worry over his current spiral downward flashing through his mind as he inspected his busted lip. However the notion of self preservation was quickly lost for the male, and he shrugged it away, grabbing a hair brush and beginning to work the tangles out of his long hair before he would get into the shower. Steam had filled the room by the time he was finished, replacing the brush and turning, slender fingers pulling the drawstring on his pants to let them fall from his hips as he stepped out of them and into the shower. He closed the glass door behind him, holding his head under the steaming waters, eyes closed as he felt it cascading down his body, his ivory skin reddening from the heat. The warmth felt good, it eased his aching muscles and helped to clear his weary mind.
Turning his head up to the spout, he ran a hand through his long hair, brushing it back out of his face before the hand trailed around and to his neck, pausing as the fingers traced over the all to familiar scar. His eyes opened partly, allowing him to look up through the steam filled room to shower faucet and beyond to the ceiling tiles as he remembered. Yes... How could he forget... He had lost much more than his voice that day... His lips parted slightly as he let out a soft sigh, eyes closing again as he lowered his head again. I'm sorry... I can never say it enough... he thought, reaching to grab for his shampoo and start washing, the only sounds were that of the water spattering against him and the tiles.
He took his time, but when he had finished and turned the water off, stepping out as steam rolled from his lean body, he felt somewhat better. He certainly smelled nice and fresh, like a mixture of cherry blossoms and almond, that and the bruises and bite marks were receding, which was a good thing, he didn't want to have to explain them to anyone... Though he could always blow it off as having been in a fight, but then the question would be, 'why did they bite you?' He gave a soft snort and rolled his eyes at his own thoughts, walking to his closet and pulling his clothes out. Why did they bite me? Because it felt good at the time. Is there really any further explanation needed? He smirked, grabbing his pants and sliding them on, shades of grey and black, tight fitting and stopping just at his hips, yet still flexible and durable enough for him to be able to move freely and preform in. His shirt was of the same material, sleeveless and black, stopping just short of halfway down the hawk's wings on his sides, so barely covering his chest. His hair he pulled back in a set of twin tails, sliding them through his hood, black and blue lined, that attached to the shirt. Around his neck was a scarf looking item, again the same shades of black and blue, with a poof ball at the end of it. To top it off, he had a half mask and a set of arm sleeves that he slid on and up, covering the lower half of his face, and effectively hiding the scar.
He wore a set of twin crossed belts that he could attach whatever gear he needed to, as well as a thin chain that attached around the right leg of his pants. Boots to match finished his outfit, and by the time he was done, you would have thought him a female at first look, even upon closer inspection he still looked feminine. That was fine, as it had been part of his work for many years to play the role of the woman, and his body was well suited for it, so why try to change now? He inspected his look in the mirror one last time, out of habit primping his hair a bit to give it a bit more volume before, satisfied, he started to leave. As his hand touched the doorknob, he paused, realizing he had almost forgotten something. Going back to his dresser, he pulled open a small top drawer, sitting within the wooden confines comfortably was his headband, the symbol that he was a Ninja of the Village Hidden in the Rock. Ivory fingers traced the symbol for his village a moment as he looked down at the headband, seeming to get lost in thought. Indeed he was, remembering the days when things had been happier, days when he had first become a ninja, before... that. He gave a soft, sad sounding sigh, his eyes shifting to the mirror as they watched the reflection of a picture behind him, the image obscured by the glare of the sun.
Taking a breath, he curled his fingers around the headband and picked it up, tearing his gaze away as he turned to the door, shutting the drawer and starting out of his apartment, locking it behind him. He tied his headband on as he went, agilely taking the steps down to the streets below and turning, heading toward the Tsuchigake's office.
Down the street rushed the young boy as he quickly made his way for home. He didn't know how much time Kiel planned on giving him, nor did he want to make his sensei wait. Second to last complex along the Iwa perimeter Kurisu raced up the stairs towards the front door. "Wonder what kind of mission we'll get? possibly an escort, or maybe an infiltration mission?" The boy thought as he was slid the front door open.
The house was dim lit, and rather empty for a family of three. However, the place did seem to be fairly tidy. The boy knew right where he was going as he made his way down the hall, first door to the left. He hustled over to the dresser to restock his projectiles and supplies. Unsure as to what the mission would be Kurisu knew he would have to be ready for anything. Once his pack was prepped and set he placed it by the door; for there was one last thing for him to do.
Approaching the door adjacent to his own room, Kurisu removed his shoes and slid open the door. As a member of the Kuryuu clan, Kurisu was raised on the olden ways of prayer. He walked across the room slowly as he found himself standing before a family shrine. On top of the shrine stood a picture frame of his family. Kurisu was merely a baby in the photo; held by his loving mother. Her hair was that of a auburn variety, and she had her son's smile. His father stood behind them, with his arms wrapped around the two. He was rather youthful, as his messy hair covered most of his face. Kurisu knelt down on his knees as he looked up at his parents. "Mother, Father...I just received my first mission today...I have to report to the office soon to receive it." Kurisu talked to his parents as if they stood before him. "Oh, I also got a new teacher; Kiel-Sensei. He doesn't say much, but I know you guys would like him very much." There was a pause in the room before Kurisu spoke to his parents once more. "I miss you....both of you....so much. But I know you both will keep looking after me, and I will do my best to make you proud." With a bow of respect he stood back up and walked out of the room, grabbed his things, and headed out for the Office.
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