1 Wandering the Market [Invite. NK] Wed Sep 23, 2015 5:44 pm
Hisoka
D-rank
Hnnn, too many people, too many threats. He was getting exceptionally paranoid lately, due to all the untreated issues surrounding things that had happened to him over the year. He saw civilians as assassins and ninja as enemies; although to be fair he'd been horribly mistreated by his classmates and most of his teachers in the academy, left without a sensei for the longest time, and had read the reports from the police when his 'father' was killed, and the fact that it was almost sure that a civilian had done that... yeah.
The tiny little summoner was not fond of crowded areas.
However, he was out of supplies, and while he could go a good two week between meals, he did need to eventually stock up on something. Juices, fruits, candied fruits, ninja supplies; the essentials. He wasn't frugal as much as he just didn't need or want anything. He barely ate; he bought strong, well made clothing that he could repair easily and never wore out; his apartment was functional, if small. A single room with a kitchenette again one wall and a private bathroom (his only splurge), although he was lucky enough that his building owner/landlord had a communal washing machine that he was able to use. He was fine with his utilitarian table, a warm fuuton pad with the extra blankets, and his wall heater. The walls where mostly bare; only a few decorative scrolls with summoning seals and such represented on them, and a single bookshelf packed with ninja guides and the like on it.
His fridge was in the same shape. Only a few items sitting on bare shelves; bowls and bags of fruits, a quart a milk, and maybe some eggs if he felt like it; a loaf of bread sitting on top of it in a container to keep it clean and soft. The rest of the kitchen was empty; beyond his one plate, bowl, cup, and set of utensils.
It made his trips to the market short. A quick run to the fruit stalls, a run to the egg vendor, grab some milk on the way out, done. He baked his own bread, usually; but he had plenty of that, so he didn't need to pick up materials for that.
He was moving between the stalls, crossing the streets and alleys filled with non-food items on his way to the farmers sections; attempting to avoid any and all contact in all forms with anyone and everyone he came across.
Too bad it was never that easy.
All he knew was that he was walking one moment, and on the ground the next; his shoulder burning painfully, ankle aching from being twisted, and a massive fucking golem of a man looming over him with a look that was 1 part moron, 3 parts troll. Wonderful.
The troll-man had nearly run him over, but the expression of anger on his face told that he blamed Hisoka for the contact. "Little boy, you get in my way!? Apologize before I break you!"
"You ran into me, troglodyte."
"What did you call me!?" The troll raised a foot, aiming to stomp the genin into powder, apparently. Wonderful days, yep.
WC: 541
The tiny little summoner was not fond of crowded areas.
However, he was out of supplies, and while he could go a good two week between meals, he did need to eventually stock up on something. Juices, fruits, candied fruits, ninja supplies; the essentials. He wasn't frugal as much as he just didn't need or want anything. He barely ate; he bought strong, well made clothing that he could repair easily and never wore out; his apartment was functional, if small. A single room with a kitchenette again one wall and a private bathroom (his only splurge), although he was lucky enough that his building owner/landlord had a communal washing machine that he was able to use. He was fine with his utilitarian table, a warm fuuton pad with the extra blankets, and his wall heater. The walls where mostly bare; only a few decorative scrolls with summoning seals and such represented on them, and a single bookshelf packed with ninja guides and the like on it.
His fridge was in the same shape. Only a few items sitting on bare shelves; bowls and bags of fruits, a quart a milk, and maybe some eggs if he felt like it; a loaf of bread sitting on top of it in a container to keep it clean and soft. The rest of the kitchen was empty; beyond his one plate, bowl, cup, and set of utensils.
It made his trips to the market short. A quick run to the fruit stalls, a run to the egg vendor, grab some milk on the way out, done. He baked his own bread, usually; but he had plenty of that, so he didn't need to pick up materials for that.
He was moving between the stalls, crossing the streets and alleys filled with non-food items on his way to the farmers sections; attempting to avoid any and all contact in all forms with anyone and everyone he came across.
Too bad it was never that easy.
All he knew was that he was walking one moment, and on the ground the next; his shoulder burning painfully, ankle aching from being twisted, and a massive fucking golem of a man looming over him with a look that was 1 part moron, 3 parts troll. Wonderful.
The troll-man had nearly run him over, but the expression of anger on his face told that he blamed Hisoka for the contact. "Little boy, you get in my way!? Apologize before I break you!"
"You ran into me, troglodyte."
"What did you call me!?" The troll raised a foot, aiming to stomp the genin into powder, apparently. Wonderful days, yep.
WC: 541
- Note:
- Kasai
- Kaia~Mai
- Kasai
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