1 Playtime in the Sandbox [Private | NK] Wed Dec 23, 2015 6:44 pm
Daraku
D-rank
Daraku spent the day at the hospital, working as always, but it was a bit slower than usual so he had some time to relax between patients. Jun was still staying with him but he never brought her to the hospital, mostly because she simply wasn't capable of helping at all since she didn't know any medical ninjutsu and so having her there was unnecessary. That, and the fact that a lot of people didn't like bugs. He finished up his shift and started walking back, and even though it was only half past five, the moon was already high in the sky, surrounded by a black mantle and translucent clouds. The sand beneath his feet as he walked was warm nonetheless, meaning that it had only gotten dark fairly recently, maybe 15 or 30 minutes prior. His outfit lacked color; a white shirt that had the Sunagakure medical-nin team symbol on the left breast, a black flight jacket, gray sweatpants and black sandals. In the moonlight, all the colors blended into a monochromatic blur, and every time he looked ahead in the distance, the only thing that stuck out amidst the silver sands was the Kazekage's building. Daraku thought of Suzume, as he did every time he saw the building, before averting his gaze and making a sharp left turn.
Jun rested on a pillow, patiently waiting for Daraku to return. By the time he got through the slums and back to the Ishido stronghold, it was around 7 o'clock. He opened his door and quietly shut it behind him before offering her an unenthusiastic "hello" as he took off his jacket and put away his things. She looked up at him and her wings shivered. "How was work today?"
"No different from yesterday and the day before. It's good work, though. We're always helping out the village and that's what's important." Daraku replied before plopping himself face down on the bed and sighing. "I'm exhausted." Jun glided over to him and landed in his hair, crawling around a bit before finding a comfortable spot. "Why don't you go out? Get some drinks, have some fun. You need to relax." Daraku's body jerked suddenly and Jun had to hop out of the way to avoid being squished as he rolled over onto his back. "I could but I just feel so strange. I have no friends, I haven't been with anyone in a long time, I hardly ever drink anymore."
"Then change that. Go out. Make friends. This is your village, and you do everything you can to support and protect it, so why don't you go make some friends? Get to know some other Suna-nin? Find that special someone. It's all in your hands, you just need to do it." Daraku looked at the little moth and smiled. After a month long bout of depression, what better way to get back to being the Daraku everyone knew and loved than to go to the sandbox and get black-out drunk? So, he figured she was right, and next thing he knew, his white shirt and sweatpants were replaced by a pale gold hoodie with the Ishido clan symbol on the back in black and black jeans, and he was well on his way to the Sandbox for the first time in forever. Also strange for him was the fact that he hadn't brought any of his swords, partly because he didn't feel like carrying them and also because it wouldn't be necessary. Then again, last time he was in a bar, he was attacked and ended up trashing the place and killing two Kumo-nin. Nonetheless, he reminded himself that he had other means of self defense in order to reassure himself. He wondered when he became such a worrysome person...he used to be so relaxed and insouciant.
The Suna-nin kept his hands pressed firmly in his front pockets like he usually did, and he couldn't seem to get rid of his resting bitch face. He really wasn't in that bad of a mood and he was a little excited to go get drunk but all his responsibilities and the thought of Kiyoshi haunted him, ever present in the back of his mind and bending his lips into a glower.
The Sandbox was crowded and kaleidoscopic lights poured out from the windows. Music from within could be heard from a couple of blocks away; it really was the only hub for nightlife in the village. Daraku got in line to enter the club, beholding the animation of it all.
Jun rested on a pillow, patiently waiting for Daraku to return. By the time he got through the slums and back to the Ishido stronghold, it was around 7 o'clock. He opened his door and quietly shut it behind him before offering her an unenthusiastic "hello" as he took off his jacket and put away his things. She looked up at him and her wings shivered. "How was work today?"
"No different from yesterday and the day before. It's good work, though. We're always helping out the village and that's what's important." Daraku replied before plopping himself face down on the bed and sighing. "I'm exhausted." Jun glided over to him and landed in his hair, crawling around a bit before finding a comfortable spot. "Why don't you go out? Get some drinks, have some fun. You need to relax." Daraku's body jerked suddenly and Jun had to hop out of the way to avoid being squished as he rolled over onto his back. "I could but I just feel so strange. I have no friends, I haven't been with anyone in a long time, I hardly ever drink anymore."
"Then change that. Go out. Make friends. This is your village, and you do everything you can to support and protect it, so why don't you go make some friends? Get to know some other Suna-nin? Find that special someone. It's all in your hands, you just need to do it." Daraku looked at the little moth and smiled. After a month long bout of depression, what better way to get back to being the Daraku everyone knew and loved than to go to the sandbox and get black-out drunk? So, he figured she was right, and next thing he knew, his white shirt and sweatpants were replaced by a pale gold hoodie with the Ishido clan symbol on the back in black and black jeans, and he was well on his way to the Sandbox for the first time in forever. Also strange for him was the fact that he hadn't brought any of his swords, partly because he didn't feel like carrying them and also because it wouldn't be necessary. Then again, last time he was in a bar, he was attacked and ended up trashing the place and killing two Kumo-nin. Nonetheless, he reminded himself that he had other means of self defense in order to reassure himself. He wondered when he became such a worrysome person...he used to be so relaxed and insouciant.
The Suna-nin kept his hands pressed firmly in his front pockets like he usually did, and he couldn't seem to get rid of his resting bitch face. He really wasn't in that bad of a mood and he was a little excited to go get drunk but all his responsibilities and the thought of Kiyoshi haunted him, ever present in the back of his mind and bending his lips into a glower.
The Sandbox was crowded and kaleidoscopic lights poured out from the windows. Music from within could be heard from a couple of blocks away; it really was the only hub for nightlife in the village. Daraku got in line to enter the club, beholding the animation of it all.
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