1 Shibirin- 'Should i?' 'Could i?' [OPEN for all][no kill] Tue Oct 09, 2012 10:38 am
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It didn't matter any more, it had happened in the morning, now it was nearly sun down. With a fish cake in his hand, he was just making his way home after visiting the market place. 'three ryo for a fish cake, what a rip off,' he thought to himself. He hadn't done any missions in the village yet, to say he had the money for it. His mother had given him money to buy a packet of fish cakes, green tea leaves and some bread, and he somehow had to pay for all that with just ten ryo. Nevertheless, somehow he could afford it all. He now walked along the streets of Sunagakure, taking small bites of the fish cake hoping it would last him the whole way home, but he was three quaters done by the time he reached the Sand box, a popular club that over eighteens attended almost every night. He remembered his brother Binsu saying something about sneaking in, though it looked heavily guarded by a man in a hat. Shibirin stopped, half finished chewing the fish cake and stared at the man, he was sleeping on the job. 'Should i sneak in the club? I mean, under eighteens cannot enter the place, but could i?' he thought to himself, slowly taking a few steps towards the entrance. The man was fast asleep, on a small, wooden chair whilst leaning on the wall of the building. Shibirin managed to creep past the man and stood outside the door, as he took a gaze around the inside. He could see ravers everywhere, lights of every colour known to man, or was he exaggerating a little bit? Loud music was playing, loud enough to be heard half way down the block.
"Whoah, so many colors," said Shibirin. He had completely forgoten about the man sleeping by the side of the door. Shibirin heard a small grunt, then a snoul. 'Please don't be awake, please don't be awake,' he thought to himself, as he slowly turned his head around, only to see a face equiped with flared nostrils that seemed to have steem coming out of them. Shibirin's eyes went from the usual small, grey-ish purple eyes with a black rounded cross for the pupil, to large, white, pupil-less circles staring blankly in shock at the guard. Should he run? Even if he did, the man would catch him straight away. Shibirin was only 17, though his unusually tall height could have him mistaken for an eighteen, maybe 20 year-old. "Hi there, guess you're wondering what i am doing here ey?", he began asking the man. "I, ahh...i mean we, me and my ahh, friend, fishy are in a two-man band and we're, ahh, surpposed to be playing tonight here in the sandbox," he struggled to lie. He wan't the best liar around, in fact, he was the worste. If this man actually believed his made up story it'd be a miracle. "You're one of the flying noodles duet?" the man asked, now looking calmer than before and with a smirk on his intimidating face. 'He actaully fell for it?' Shibirin thought to himself before answering the man's question. "Ahh, yup...that's us, the steaming noodles. I mean flying noodles" he said, again making it obvious that he was no good at telling a fib. It wasn't his fault the guy believed him, but he decided to roll with it.
After Shibirin had agreed to the guy's question, he kidly led him inside the place and took him around the dance floor and into a small room in the back of the building. He could see a dressing room: a large mirror covered the entire back wall of the room and there were three round tables, each with 4 chairs around them, scattered around the room. He saw a poster that read; 'The fying noodles live!' on one of the side walls of the room. On it were two guys, one with blonde hair the other with white hair on the poster just under the head title. They both were wearing nothing but black, samurai pants and each carried two small fans, one in each hand. Makeup covered the guys' true identinties, perhaps this is why the guard had believed his improvised lie. "Ahh, i take it this is our dressing room?" Shibirin asked the man. "It's nice in here. Ahh, my partner will be ariving shortly, can i take a look around the place till he comes?". The man looked at him strangely for a second, before leading Shibirin out of the room and back to the main dance room. Shibirin could see women, lots of women and a few other men. He had to go home before eight pm, but it was only 6 pm, he had two hours to party, depending on how long these, 'fyling noodles' guys were surposed to play for. He didn't want to be late, his mother would freak.
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