1 Things Don't Change [Private|Taede] Tue Jun 16, 2015 2:38 am
Seiryū
D-rank
“Oi, you brat, get back here!” The frustration was evident on his face as he smoothly pushed his way through the crowded streets of the Sand Dunes. The place hadn’t changed much since he used to reside here, but how much could one expect from an area widely known for theft, assault, poverty, and a whole lot of other crimes in the area. Even those attempting to enforce the law here consistently failed. There was no possible sight that he could see that would change things completely, at least not until some authority figure went ahead and actively did something to resolve the issue. Even then, those who actively would participate in the criminal nature associated with the Sand Dunes wouldn’t merely accept these changes. He supposed, no matter how things went, the Sand Dunes would forever stay a slump, at least for the foreseeable future.
Trying to make his way through the crowded street, trying to find the brat who took his coin bag, Seiryū let out a groan as to display his frustration with the situation. Sure, the kid likely could use the money to help himself out, though considering everything that went on here, he highly doubted that was the case. If anything, it was likely that the kid was working for someone. Someone who had likely threatened the boy some way or another. Seiryū had been in a similar position when he was younger, just out of the orphanage and trying to support himself over the years. Sure, over time, he had finally escaped this hellhole, but it was his hellhole, the one he grew up in, thus he decided to see if the orphanage on the far side needed any help. It was simple to deduce that a detour had shown up the minute a little girl bumped in to him and a boy had come running by, like a gust of wind. It took a few seconds for him to realize he was missing a light weight from his left pocket, the side that boy had run by. While he could acknowledge the boy’s aptitude for being sneaky, he had chosen the wrong target.
Now, while one not to hurt little kids, nor the innocent, the kunai whirling about Seiryū’s right index finger was going to be more to frighten the boy, or halt him in his tracks, to get back his coin bag. Afterwards, he would see what he could do to assist the boy, though Seiryū was rather limited in options for the time being. The only things of use in his arsenal, currently, were the kunai he was holding and the six senbon hidden on his person. He knew how things occurred around here, having gone through similar situations during the time he lived here.
His eyes caught sight of the boy once more, seeing him turning towards an ally. The kid’s blonde hair continued to shine, the sun being able to light it up. Seiryū knew that if he lost the boy in the alleyways, it would be difficult to find him again. So long as no one got in his way, Seiryū knew that he would catch up to the boy.
As his dark brown boots pressed against the ground, Seiryū turned towards the direction of the alley, ready at any moment to take to the rooftops of the slums. While he wasn't particularly dressed in athletic gear, his clothing could easily pass for strenuous activities. With the lack of his usual half-mask, Seiryū shuffled the kunai back in to the right pocket of his black cargo pants. Taking his left arm across his body, placing his hand on the back of his right shoulder, Seiryū moved it around a bit, trying to get the crack out of it. As his left hand left the material of the grey t-shirt, Seiryū took off at a decent speed, in to the alleyway, more than eager to get back his money.
Post Word Count: 668
Total Word Count: 668
Trying to make his way through the crowded street, trying to find the brat who took his coin bag, Seiryū let out a groan as to display his frustration with the situation. Sure, the kid likely could use the money to help himself out, though considering everything that went on here, he highly doubted that was the case. If anything, it was likely that the kid was working for someone. Someone who had likely threatened the boy some way or another. Seiryū had been in a similar position when he was younger, just out of the orphanage and trying to support himself over the years. Sure, over time, he had finally escaped this hellhole, but it was his hellhole, the one he grew up in, thus he decided to see if the orphanage on the far side needed any help. It was simple to deduce that a detour had shown up the minute a little girl bumped in to him and a boy had come running by, like a gust of wind. It took a few seconds for him to realize he was missing a light weight from his left pocket, the side that boy had run by. While he could acknowledge the boy’s aptitude for being sneaky, he had chosen the wrong target.
Now, while one not to hurt little kids, nor the innocent, the kunai whirling about Seiryū’s right index finger was going to be more to frighten the boy, or halt him in his tracks, to get back his coin bag. Afterwards, he would see what he could do to assist the boy, though Seiryū was rather limited in options for the time being. The only things of use in his arsenal, currently, were the kunai he was holding and the six senbon hidden on his person. He knew how things occurred around here, having gone through similar situations during the time he lived here.
His eyes caught sight of the boy once more, seeing him turning towards an ally. The kid’s blonde hair continued to shine, the sun being able to light it up. Seiryū knew that if he lost the boy in the alleyways, it would be difficult to find him again. So long as no one got in his way, Seiryū knew that he would catch up to the boy.
As his dark brown boots pressed against the ground, Seiryū turned towards the direction of the alley, ready at any moment to take to the rooftops of the slums. While he wasn't particularly dressed in athletic gear, his clothing could easily pass for strenuous activities. With the lack of his usual half-mask, Seiryū shuffled the kunai back in to the right pocket of his black cargo pants. Taking his left arm across his body, placing his hand on the back of his right shoulder, Seiryū moved it around a bit, trying to get the crack out of it. As his left hand left the material of the grey t-shirt, Seiryū took off at a decent speed, in to the alleyway, more than eager to get back his money.
Post Word Count: 668
Total Word Count: 668