1 A Day in the Clouds [Private/No Kill] Thu Jul 09, 2015 8:36 pm
Ryuuga
D-rank
Having arrived in this village just a mere day ago, Ryūga’s curiosity was piqued slightly as to what this village had to offer in contrast with the only place his mind could recall clearly, Amegakure no Sato. His memories of Kusagakure were far too long ago for him to remember in full detail; he could only remember the most minor details that failed to paint a picture. His first day here was rather dreary as he had arrived during the evening, so he had settled for a simple meal at a local diner before checking in to an inn that was near the diner where he enjoyed an uncomplicated dinner consisting of green curry. The inn in which he left the rest of his belongings was humble, yet clearly affordable. Though he could delve in to his pockets for a far nicer place to stay, Ryūga didn’t care too much about the extra luxuries that could’ve been afforded to him if he had chosen to stay at a five-star inn, for he would rarely be in the room, so he only truly needed the bed and bathing facilities for his stay in Kumogakure no Sato, however long it would be. His earlier life in Amegakure no Sato had adapted him to how to live with just the basic necessities life commanded of people.
Here he was now, a nameless individual walking about Kumogakure no Sato’s streets, unsure of what the day would offer, nor of what he would do. The options of bringing in ryo were numerous, yet he was sated for now. He had no need for anything at this particular moment, thus it led to Ryūga wandering the streets aimlessly. He didn’t feel like staying cooped up in a room, and as a ronin, he was always free to do whatever he pleased, so long as he not get himself in trouble with the places he visited. Nor was Ryūga a person to cause a disturbance upon a mere whim.
Looking at the various signs hanging upon buildings or the ones erected just in front of the entrances to shops, Ryūga took in everything there was, the people, the sounds, the shops themselves. There was no place for him to really call home, nor did he assume there ever would be, yet for all these people, they had a place to call home, to return to. The only places that could be identified as such for him were limited to Amegakure, and a long time ago Kusagakure.
His black shoes pressed against the ground as he moved forward, the wind blowing directly against his clothes. His black dress pants whipped blindly behind him, while the front was forced directly against his legs, the constant weight of his non-prescription glasses present within his pocket. Ryūga’s hands lingered by his side, as his black blazer trailed behind him, though unable to be blown away from his body as his arms kept it upon his person. The white dress-shirt he was wearing was secure, with the top button unbuttoned.
In the sky hung the sun, indicating that the day was already underway, just a bit past noon, yet Ryūga had already ate, though for his activities for the day were rather limited, as he knew not of what this village had to offer him. For now, he would continue wandering through the village and seeing what there was to possibly do for a denizen of this village. Being someone who was constantly moving between different areas, Ryūga wasn’t sure what residents of a village did on a daily basis. His long stay in Amegakure had basically revolved around four things; eating, sleeping, working, and survival. Yet he knew, that the circumstances were vastly different from here and there. He just wished to see it for himself.
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Here he was now, a nameless individual walking about Kumogakure no Sato’s streets, unsure of what the day would offer, nor of what he would do. The options of bringing in ryo were numerous, yet he was sated for now. He had no need for anything at this particular moment, thus it led to Ryūga wandering the streets aimlessly. He didn’t feel like staying cooped up in a room, and as a ronin, he was always free to do whatever he pleased, so long as he not get himself in trouble with the places he visited. Nor was Ryūga a person to cause a disturbance upon a mere whim.
Looking at the various signs hanging upon buildings or the ones erected just in front of the entrances to shops, Ryūga took in everything there was, the people, the sounds, the shops themselves. There was no place for him to really call home, nor did he assume there ever would be, yet for all these people, they had a place to call home, to return to. The only places that could be identified as such for him were limited to Amegakure, and a long time ago Kusagakure.
His black shoes pressed against the ground as he moved forward, the wind blowing directly against his clothes. His black dress pants whipped blindly behind him, while the front was forced directly against his legs, the constant weight of his non-prescription glasses present within his pocket. Ryūga’s hands lingered by his side, as his black blazer trailed behind him, though unable to be blown away from his body as his arms kept it upon his person. The white dress-shirt he was wearing was secure, with the top button unbuttoned.
In the sky hung the sun, indicating that the day was already underway, just a bit past noon, yet Ryūga had already ate, though for his activities for the day were rather limited, as he knew not of what this village had to offer him. For now, he would continue wandering through the village and seeing what there was to possibly do for a denizen of this village. Being someone who was constantly moving between different areas, Ryūga wasn’t sure what residents of a village did on a daily basis. His long stay in Amegakure had basically revolved around four things; eating, sleeping, working, and survival. Yet he knew, that the circumstances were vastly different from here and there. He just wished to see it for himself.
653 of 653 Total Words