1 Some Training, Some Food, and... Genjutsu. (Invite only, nokill, private) Sat Jul 12, 2014 2:29 am
Shutai
D-rank
With the dull thump of a solid object hitting wood, Shutai sighed. This was a pain. Looking down onto the table, he studied the application paper once again, not sure what to really do with it. All of them asked the same thing: What his name was, random information, what he knew, his abilities as a ninja, blah blah blah. "This is stupid..." He muttered to himself, finishing a page. Only about twenty more to go. Sighing, he pushed them aside, and finished the bowl of ramen that he was currently eating, dropping the deep spoon and the bowl into the sink, sighing. He would get to washing the dishes later, but for now... He should start training again. Walking into his room, Shutai slid past his pull up bar, looking at it, and let old memories wash over him like a shell on a beach. Shaking his head, he pats it, and continues on his journey to his dresser. Quickly sliding out the drawer, Shutai peeks his head into the area, and grabs a white tee shirt, a pair of black pants that didn't seem to be too constricting, and he flexed his legs in them, making sure that his assumption was true. Looking through another drawer, rhythmically, Shutai pulls out a red sweatshirt, and smirks, pulling it on quickly. Drumming his fingers along the dresser, he looks from side to side. He was damn exhausted. He wanted to jump into those warm, welcoming sheets, pressing his face into a warm pillow and falling in the calm and peaceful stasis of sleep. Staring at his bed, he lets out a quiet whine, wanting to get in that so hard, but, instead, he simply turns around, and steps out of his room, then quickly steps back into it, forgetting what he was about to get. Quickly, he grabbed his Tanto, and strapped it on his waist, shaking it slightly to make sure it was secure, and grabbed his kunai and senbon, and finally picked up his lighter, flipping it open, and licking the flame, as he tended to do. Looking at a small bottle on his counter, he picked it up, then sighed. "Scar cream." Shutai sighed to himself, and, getting a bit of the pasty lotion on his hand, rubbed it on his collar, and on his chest. Reapplying his bandages, he nodded slightly to himself, smiling slightly, then returning his face back to a frown. He should find Clyde. And train with him.
Walking outside, the sun hit the Chi directly in the face, causing him to cringe, and squint his eyes into slits until they adjusted. He usually left the lights off in his house, because sometimes they gave him headaches, which was really annoying. More annoying than losing to that god damned Kimura. The Antanas one. Cocky. Rude. Full of himself. He growled, thinking back to his battle once again, where the boy kicked him in the head after pulling him underground. That was cheating. He growled, and shook his head. "I swear, that asshole cheated..." He grumbled, kicking a rock off the stairs down to the ground, slowly making his way down to the stairs onto the dirt road. 'Where would Clyde be...?' Shutai thought to himself, looking around. Maybe the hospital? Shrugging, the black haired fifteen year old started making his way down to where he first saw him, the intersection of the hospital, and multiple stores on one end, people milling around, doing their daily routines, it seemed. Shutai sighed once again, leaning on a building and looking around, keeping an eye on the hospital windows, looking for a brown haired friend in one of them. Continuing his search, he pulls out his lighter, entertaining himself by flipping it open and closed, keeping an eye on the building, and keeping slight attention to the igniting and disappearing flame, sparing a brief thought to think of his mother. 'Was she dead too?' He thought, and felt a little sad at that thought, thus changed it to something else. 'What would she use this lighter for?'
WC: 682
Walking outside, the sun hit the Chi directly in the face, causing him to cringe, and squint his eyes into slits until they adjusted. He usually left the lights off in his house, because sometimes they gave him headaches, which was really annoying. More annoying than losing to that god damned Kimura. The Antanas one. Cocky. Rude. Full of himself. He growled, thinking back to his battle once again, where the boy kicked him in the head after pulling him underground. That was cheating. He growled, and shook his head. "I swear, that asshole cheated..." He grumbled, kicking a rock off the stairs down to the ground, slowly making his way down to the stairs onto the dirt road. 'Where would Clyde be...?' Shutai thought to himself, looking around. Maybe the hospital? Shrugging, the black haired fifteen year old started making his way down to where he first saw him, the intersection of the hospital, and multiple stores on one end, people milling around, doing their daily routines, it seemed. Shutai sighed once again, leaning on a building and looking around, keeping an eye on the hospital windows, looking for a brown haired friend in one of them. Continuing his search, he pulls out his lighter, entertaining himself by flipping it open and closed, keeping an eye on the building, and keeping slight attention to the igniting and disappearing flame, sparing a brief thought to think of his mother. 'Was she dead too?' He thought, and felt a little sad at that thought, thus changed it to something else. 'What would she use this lighter for?'
WC: 682