1 Fight bar (C rank mission) Thu Oct 20, 2016 11:11 am
Kokai Tsumi
D-rank
Kokai would stand outside the bar as he contemplated what was to be expected of him here. His mission had stated that the bazaar had asked for more shinobi patrols and so he would be paid to put down any issues. People were restless but then again so was he. Nothing to do but wait for the next fight and train. He couldn't afford to lose a fight. In order to regain his honor he needed to be stronger. But bills still needed to be paid and he still had a job to do. So for now he was taking that break from training. His cold eyes shifting down the street as the rain drizzled off the overhanging tarp above the doorway over him. Splashing into the ground below in a near stream like state. The rain had come for the winter and soon it would be snow. For now though his crimson eyes just watched it hit the ground. The closer the water was to him the more solid it became into a frozen puddle until at his feet it was frozen solid. He had been there for a minute after all. Just posted up and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for anything interesting. Harichimo hadn't contacted him recently so he wasn't looking to wait on that squad crap anymore. He could go visit the guy but doubted that would help. Oki was likely still growing stronger ahead of him somehow and that bothered him a little. Still he would bide his time and perfect his taijutsu.
For the moment he was standing in the doorway or rather just to the side of it where it was dry to a rowdy bar. Some redneck none sense. Big whiskey he thought he remembered seeing on the sign. He was wearing black boots and blue jeans with a tank top and a yellow hoody zipped up over it. The hood resting on top of his head as he yawned and stretched. There was very little going on but he had to be there. His muscles felt a little sore honestly to himself and he partially wished they had offered him a chair but he wasn't really a priority for the bar that had hired him. He was little more than some hired muscle if they needed it. However this particular bar was used to needing some extra power to kick out some ruffians. Punks who couldn't handle their booze but drank anyway. He wasn't looking forward to scrapping with idiots but he would when the time came anyway. Once again he checked his fist wraps to make sure they were still tight and dry...making sure to keep his knuckles protected should he have to punch some dude in the face. Still he would simply sigh and lean back against the wall as he waited for closing time. Bars had to close after a certain hour so the bunch inside would be stumbling out soon and bound to fight about something. Who was taking the girl home or bumping into each other too much. Maybe just not having a smoke. So simple these people. The party scene wasn't for him.
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For the moment he was standing in the doorway or rather just to the side of it where it was dry to a rowdy bar. Some redneck none sense. Big whiskey he thought he remembered seeing on the sign. He was wearing black boots and blue jeans with a tank top and a yellow hoody zipped up over it. The hood resting on top of his head as he yawned and stretched. There was very little going on but he had to be there. His muscles felt a little sore honestly to himself and he partially wished they had offered him a chair but he wasn't really a priority for the bar that had hired him. He was little more than some hired muscle if they needed it. However this particular bar was used to needing some extra power to kick out some ruffians. Punks who couldn't handle their booze but drank anyway. He wasn't looking forward to scrapping with idiots but he would when the time came anyway. Once again he checked his fist wraps to make sure they were still tight and dry...making sure to keep his knuckles protected should he have to punch some dude in the face. Still he would simply sigh and lean back against the wall as he waited for closing time. Bars had to close after a certain hour so the bunch inside would be stumbling out soon and bound to fight about something. Who was taking the girl home or bumping into each other too much. Maybe just not having a smoke. So simple these people. The party scene wasn't for him.
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