1 A Meeting? (Toshiko/Private/Invite Only/No Kill) Mon Jun 30, 2014 6:19 pm
Shutai
D-rank
Waking up quickly, Shutai tossed his attention to the clock on his wall, and got out of bed, quickly dressing in a white tee shirt and black pants, putting on a red jacket over his shirt and zipping it up, with the Chi symbol etched on the back. Grabbing his forehead protector, he stuffed it in his pocket, then grabbed the scrolls on his table and looked at them once again. "Rippa Chi..." he mumbles to himself, tossing them back down carelessly. "I'd have to meet him sometime..." He shrugged to himself, and opened the door, stepping outside, then looking down the stairs that would lead to the street below. Sighing, he started walking.
One, two, three, four. Counting his steps as he walked, Shutai was, by chance, walking around Konoha, looking for a place that he could spend when he was away from his home. Humming to himself, quietly, he noted that he wasn't in a bad mood for once, and, sitting down on a nearby rock, thought about this as he reapplied the bandages wrapped around his feet, taping it down, then the memory floated away as he fixed the bandages on his hands. Standing up again, he began walking again, stopping at the docks. 'This would be a good place...' He thought to himself, kicking a piece of wood laying on the dock. Shrugging, he found an overhang that would work for some shade, and, taking off his jacket and laying on the ground, fell asleep, deciding on a nap.
256 WC
One, two, three, four. Counting his steps as he walked, Shutai was, by chance, walking around Konoha, looking for a place that he could spend when he was away from his home. Humming to himself, quietly, he noted that he wasn't in a bad mood for once, and, sitting down on a nearby rock, thought about this as he reapplied the bandages wrapped around his feet, taping it down, then the memory floated away as he fixed the bandages on his hands. Standing up again, he began walking again, stopping at the docks. 'This would be a good place...' He thought to himself, kicking a piece of wood laying on the dock. Shrugging, he found an overhang that would work for some shade, and, taking off his jacket and laying on the ground, fell asleep, deciding on a nap.
256 WC