1 Strange Encounter [Tenzou/Training] Mon Dec 23, 2013 3:22 am
Ringo
D-rank
The village of Kumogakure no Sato was one of the wealthiest villages Ringo had been to. It was also a prime spot for thieves as the place was full of drunkards coming out of the village's famous Sky Bar. Yet despite the flowing liquor that seemed to run through all the villagers come every evening, the great outdoor market of the village had become renowned as a hub of international mercantilism. Who would have thought? Shoppers of villagers and travelers alike mingled freely beneath the tents and awnings of what seemed to be a thousand vendor stalls. From dawn to dusk the cries of merchants hawking goods imported from every corner of the shinobi world interlaced with the shouted bids of haggling customers. Even the affluent and privileged braved the masses of the crowded plaza, willingly reducing themselves to part of the unruly mob pushing and shoving its way through the stalls in search of rare or valuable treasures that could be found nowhere else.
Ringo stood motionless in a secluded corner of the market square, trying to avoid notice. It wasn't easy for her to blend in with a crowd; although he was of average height, his style was also quite striking to the eye. It was necessary for him to take precautions when he didn't wish to draw the appreciative stares of others, or the odd stares as well. His style attracted quite a few but also put off about the same amount. It was mainly how he dressed his hair, letting the hair slick back on his head's right side while his bangs fell along the left side of his face, his hair spiking up just a bit at the top, although he kept it all in a nice little flow. In this instance he had donned his dark grey trench coat to cover most of himself up from neck down, his bandana covering up most of his face.
Ringo's day was rather bland and after his travels from Suna he wanted to just rest. Unfortunately the village was so noisy he couldn't go to sleep so he was forcing himself to stake out the area by the inn that he was staying at. Also, Ringo kept an eye out for any miscreants or dumb drunkards that might get a bit too tipsy for their own good. No one was asking him to keep watch like this, but it was all he could do at the moment until things quieted down. Sadly, it was still the middle of the afternoon and things seemed to only get louder. Ringo continued to scan the bustling crowd around him while trying to remain inconspicuous. He waited, and felt something turn in his gut as if he had a feeling something was about to happen.
Post WC: 470
Training Lightning Rod 470/750
Ringo stood motionless in a secluded corner of the market square, trying to avoid notice. It wasn't easy for her to blend in with a crowd; although he was of average height, his style was also quite striking to the eye. It was necessary for him to take precautions when he didn't wish to draw the appreciative stares of others, or the odd stares as well. His style attracted quite a few but also put off about the same amount. It was mainly how he dressed his hair, letting the hair slick back on his head's right side while his bangs fell along the left side of his face, his hair spiking up just a bit at the top, although he kept it all in a nice little flow. In this instance he had donned his dark grey trench coat to cover most of himself up from neck down, his bandana covering up most of his face.
Ringo's day was rather bland and after his travels from Suna he wanted to just rest. Unfortunately the village was so noisy he couldn't go to sleep so he was forcing himself to stake out the area by the inn that he was staying at. Also, Ringo kept an eye out for any miscreants or dumb drunkards that might get a bit too tipsy for their own good. No one was asking him to keep watch like this, but it was all he could do at the moment until things quieted down. Sadly, it was still the middle of the afternoon and things seemed to only get louder. Ringo continued to scan the bustling crowd around him while trying to remain inconspicuous. He waited, and felt something turn in his gut as if he had a feeling something was about to happen.
Post WC: 470
Training Lightning Rod 470/750
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