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Helping an Old Lady (Mission/D-Rank/Private/No Kill) Mon Jul 06, 2015 7:06 pm
Zinan
D-rank
"This looks like a good one," Zinan muttered quietly. He was in the administration building, which was hopping with people for some reason, and was standing in front of the mission board, as he perused the D-rank Missions that were posted there. A particular one caught his eye. It was helping an older lady with her daily errands. Namely, the lady, the posting said it was Lady Ninaro, needed help with her shopping and a few chores around the house. He smiled. This would be a good mission for him. It was not stressful and he was able to help out one of the village's elders. Unlike his last mission, where his sensei had forced him to paint the side of the administration building, Zinan was able to choose this one. And he chose this mission because he was able to pay his respects to one of the older citizens in the village. The tradition of respect was highly stressed in almost all families, but it was extremely stressed in his. If Zinan's father had found out that he passed on an opportunity to pay his respect to a senior citizen, Zinan would be forced to do menial labor around the house; mucking out the spiders' enclosures, mopping the floors, cleaning the bathrooms, etc. Jobs that his family paid people to do.
Zinan snatched the job posting from the board and made his way to the Hokage's office, with the intent of informing the leader of the Leaf Ninja that he was taking up this mission. As Zinan crested the top of the stairs, he discovered that the Hokage was preoccupied with some other business, so the genin left his mission posting with one of the Hokage's attendents. With a nod and a smile, Zinan backed away from the office and made his way back downstairs and outside. He did a quick check of himself and the gear that he had. It had been several hours since he left home and it made him feel better to know if everything was where it was supposed to be. Sure enough, a kunai knife and three shuriken were in his weapon pouch. His backpack was in good order and, though the largest pocket was empty, the two side pockets were fasten shut and closed tightly around his boxed lunch and a travel thermos of, still, piping hot, green tea. He was able to make a better lunch for himself for this mission, simply because it was not surprisingly sprung on him like the last one.
Zinan looked about the village. "This says that Lady Ninaro lives on a mountain in the South of the region," he whispered softly. It wasn't that he didn't want anyone to hear him and attack him on his mission, but rather Zinan wanted to hear his own voice, in order to make his thoughts clear. He was going to take the moment to plan his route, looking for the most efficient way to accomplish this mission. First, he had to decide if he was going to go to the mountain and recieve some ryo from the lady to buy her groceries or if he was going to purchase the items and have her reimburse him. He weighed the pros and cons and and found it more time-efficient to not climb the mountain twice. He'd just purchase the items himself. Afterwards, he'd head to the mountain to take care of her pets and help the older lady with some of her cleaning. He smiled, dusted off his pants and headed for the market.
Along the way, Zinan reviewed the items that he had to purchase. The majority of the things on the list were groceries, though there were a couple, more personal items. A bottle of perfume and a two pairs of intimate clothing, suited especially for an older woman. Zinan made his way into the market and weaved in and out of the peoples of the crowd. He ducked under a couple of stalls as he headed for a particular shoppette that he knew was frequented by the senior ladies in the village. He knew it when he drew near due to its gaudy collection of antiques and fake flowers that clotted the windows, as well as the overpower fog of perfume that billowed out of the shop. Zinan stopped outside the door and steeled himself. The smell of the store, alone, was giving the genin a massive headache. He pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, in an attempt to stifle the pain that throbbed behind his eyes. With no luck, the headache stayed. Zinan shrugged in defeat and headed into the shop. He left a few minutes later with two pairs of floral "granny panties" and a bottle of lavander musk. He took a few steps away from the shop, and out of the range of the offensive floral scent, before unshouldering his backpack. After he set it on the ground, he opened the largest pouch, wrapped the bottle of perfume with the underwear, and tucked them all down in the bottom of the bag. He refastened the pouch and hoisted the bag back onto his shoulders. Now onto the food market...
The food market was a loud place, with shopkeepers attracting a myriad of people to their stalls with loud calls, fishmongers bellowing out over the throng of people, promising fresh fish that were bigger and better than the other guys'. Those other guys were doing the same exact thing and added to the racket of the market. It was quite a bit of cacauphonous noise that assaulted Zinan as he approached. There was no way around it though. The majority of items on the list were to be found inside that den of din. For the first time of the day, Zinan's mood soured. He hated crowds with a passion. It would probably take all of his willpower just to not have a panic attack in the middle of the market. But, he had a mission, and he could not let it fail. He took a deep breath and looked down at the ground at his feet. Hopefully, if he walked like this, only looking up every now and then, he could navigate his way through the crowd without freaking out. He edged his way into the crowd stiffy, letting his feet carry him to a produce stand. He made it to the stand quicker than he expected and his foot bumped into the wall with a booming thud. The noise it made was missed by everyone, save for those immediately nearby, as it disappeared in the riot of sound. It did, however, catch the attention of the clerk, which was beneficial. "Hello there, lad! Don't look so gloom!" the clerk chuckled. "What can I do for you today?"
Zinan looked up and pulled out the list. He rattled off the things that he needed: "I need four apples, eleven sweet potatoes, and three tomatoes." The storekeep whistled at the list but smiled and went about collecting the items. He came back to Zinan in a few moments and handed him a paper sack full of the food. Zinan took with a nod and handed the man the ryo needed to pay for it, before swinging his bag around to put the produce inside it. Once he righted himself, the genin headed towards the herb stall. The interaction at the herb stall was very similar to the interaction at the produce stand. Clearly, all of these clerks had their script written by the same person, for they all sounded the same. A few minutes later, Zinan was able to slip out of the crowded market and onto one side roads. He sighed and sat down for a moment. The young man inventoried his bag for a moment and was able to cross everything off of the list of groceries. All he had left to do was to head to Lady Ninaro's house and help her with the chores there.
Zinan leapt to the roof of a nearby building and aligned himself south. He thought he could make out the house on the side of the mountain. Building after building, Zinan launched himself from rooftop to rooftop as he made his way towards the mountain. Shortly, he found himself climbing the trail up to the house and could hear the barking of a dog. He smiled; this was clearly the place that he needed to be. Sure enough, when he rounded the last turn, Lady Ninaro was outside of her house. The dog had alerted her to Zinan's presence and she stood, waiting, with a pleasant smile. When Zinan approached, he bowed at the waist to the elder and followed her inside. He sat the groceries and other items on her kitchen counter, as per her instructions, and headed back outside. He let the dog out of the fenced in yard and walked down the trail a ways. The dog sniffed about the little shrubs and weeds that lined the path before finding a suitible spot to ease the pressures in his bladder. With a bark, the dog took off at a run, back to the house. Laughing, Zinan followed the dog and was soon panting at the front door to the house. Lady Ninaro greeted him with a cool glass of water and Zinan gulped it down. With a satisfied "ah," he handed the glass back to the lady and headed to wear the cat food was stored. He scooped out a couple of handfuls of the cat's food and tossed it in the food bowl. Afterwards, he grabbed the mop that Lady Ninaro had prepped for him and began to mop the kitchen floor. When she was satisfied, she handed Zinan another glass of water and a cookie before shooing him off towards the village. With a smile, the genin made his way to the Hokage's office to report on the success of the mission.
WC: 1704/600
Strength: E-2 > E-3 > D-0 = 525 Words
Endurance: E-2 > E-3 > D-0 = 525 Words
Total Words Used: 1050
Zinan snatched the job posting from the board and made his way to the Hokage's office, with the intent of informing the leader of the Leaf Ninja that he was taking up this mission. As Zinan crested the top of the stairs, he discovered that the Hokage was preoccupied with some other business, so the genin left his mission posting with one of the Hokage's attendents. With a nod and a smile, Zinan backed away from the office and made his way back downstairs and outside. He did a quick check of himself and the gear that he had. It had been several hours since he left home and it made him feel better to know if everything was where it was supposed to be. Sure enough, a kunai knife and three shuriken were in his weapon pouch. His backpack was in good order and, though the largest pocket was empty, the two side pockets were fasten shut and closed tightly around his boxed lunch and a travel thermos of, still, piping hot, green tea. He was able to make a better lunch for himself for this mission, simply because it was not surprisingly sprung on him like the last one.
Zinan looked about the village. "This says that Lady Ninaro lives on a mountain in the South of the region," he whispered softly. It wasn't that he didn't want anyone to hear him and attack him on his mission, but rather Zinan wanted to hear his own voice, in order to make his thoughts clear. He was going to take the moment to plan his route, looking for the most efficient way to accomplish this mission. First, he had to decide if he was going to go to the mountain and recieve some ryo from the lady to buy her groceries or if he was going to purchase the items and have her reimburse him. He weighed the pros and cons and and found it more time-efficient to not climb the mountain twice. He'd just purchase the items himself. Afterwards, he'd head to the mountain to take care of her pets and help the older lady with some of her cleaning. He smiled, dusted off his pants and headed for the market.
Along the way, Zinan reviewed the items that he had to purchase. The majority of the things on the list were groceries, though there were a couple, more personal items. A bottle of perfume and a two pairs of intimate clothing, suited especially for an older woman. Zinan made his way into the market and weaved in and out of the peoples of the crowd. He ducked under a couple of stalls as he headed for a particular shoppette that he knew was frequented by the senior ladies in the village. He knew it when he drew near due to its gaudy collection of antiques and fake flowers that clotted the windows, as well as the overpower fog of perfume that billowed out of the shop. Zinan stopped outside the door and steeled himself. The smell of the store, alone, was giving the genin a massive headache. He pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, in an attempt to stifle the pain that throbbed behind his eyes. With no luck, the headache stayed. Zinan shrugged in defeat and headed into the shop. He left a few minutes later with two pairs of floral "granny panties" and a bottle of lavander musk. He took a few steps away from the shop, and out of the range of the offensive floral scent, before unshouldering his backpack. After he set it on the ground, he opened the largest pouch, wrapped the bottle of perfume with the underwear, and tucked them all down in the bottom of the bag. He refastened the pouch and hoisted the bag back onto his shoulders. Now onto the food market...
The food market was a loud place, with shopkeepers attracting a myriad of people to their stalls with loud calls, fishmongers bellowing out over the throng of people, promising fresh fish that were bigger and better than the other guys'. Those other guys were doing the same exact thing and added to the racket of the market. It was quite a bit of cacauphonous noise that assaulted Zinan as he approached. There was no way around it though. The majority of items on the list were to be found inside that den of din. For the first time of the day, Zinan's mood soured. He hated crowds with a passion. It would probably take all of his willpower just to not have a panic attack in the middle of the market. But, he had a mission, and he could not let it fail. He took a deep breath and looked down at the ground at his feet. Hopefully, if he walked like this, only looking up every now and then, he could navigate his way through the crowd without freaking out. He edged his way into the crowd stiffy, letting his feet carry him to a produce stand. He made it to the stand quicker than he expected and his foot bumped into the wall with a booming thud. The noise it made was missed by everyone, save for those immediately nearby, as it disappeared in the riot of sound. It did, however, catch the attention of the clerk, which was beneficial. "Hello there, lad! Don't look so gloom!" the clerk chuckled. "What can I do for you today?"
Zinan looked up and pulled out the list. He rattled off the things that he needed: "I need four apples, eleven sweet potatoes, and three tomatoes." The storekeep whistled at the list but smiled and went about collecting the items. He came back to Zinan in a few moments and handed him a paper sack full of the food. Zinan took with a nod and handed the man the ryo needed to pay for it, before swinging his bag around to put the produce inside it. Once he righted himself, the genin headed towards the herb stall. The interaction at the herb stall was very similar to the interaction at the produce stand. Clearly, all of these clerks had their script written by the same person, for they all sounded the same. A few minutes later, Zinan was able to slip out of the crowded market and onto one side roads. He sighed and sat down for a moment. The young man inventoried his bag for a moment and was able to cross everything off of the list of groceries. All he had left to do was to head to Lady Ninaro's house and help her with the chores there.
Zinan leapt to the roof of a nearby building and aligned himself south. He thought he could make out the house on the side of the mountain. Building after building, Zinan launched himself from rooftop to rooftop as he made his way towards the mountain. Shortly, he found himself climbing the trail up to the house and could hear the barking of a dog. He smiled; this was clearly the place that he needed to be. Sure enough, when he rounded the last turn, Lady Ninaro was outside of her house. The dog had alerted her to Zinan's presence and she stood, waiting, with a pleasant smile. When Zinan approached, he bowed at the waist to the elder and followed her inside. He sat the groceries and other items on her kitchen counter, as per her instructions, and headed back outside. He let the dog out of the fenced in yard and walked down the trail a ways. The dog sniffed about the little shrubs and weeds that lined the path before finding a suitible spot to ease the pressures in his bladder. With a bark, the dog took off at a run, back to the house. Laughing, Zinan followed the dog and was soon panting at the front door to the house. Lady Ninaro greeted him with a cool glass of water and Zinan gulped it down. With a satisfied "ah," he handed the glass back to the lady and headed to wear the cat food was stored. He scooped out a couple of handfuls of the cat's food and tossed it in the food bowl. Afterwards, he grabbed the mop that Lady Ninaro had prepped for him and began to mop the kitchen floor. When she was satisfied, she handed Zinan another glass of water and a cookie before shooing him off towards the village. With a smile, the genin made his way to the Hokage's office to report on the success of the mission.
=Exit Thread=
WC: 1704/600
Strength: E-2 > E-3 > D-0 = 525 Words
Endurance: E-2 > E-3 > D-0 = 525 Words
Total Words Used: 1050
Hokage: 
Kazekage: 
Raikage: 
Tsuchikage: 
Mizukage: 