1 Bandits and Bandages (Invite Only) Sun Jan 15, 2017 5:16 pm
Harichimo
D-rank
Harichimo had arrived back in the desert a couple of days ago. He was able to set up in a rather unappealing motel but the owners were nice enough to work a deal with him to stay on what money he had. The place wasn't to bad given that it had the basic amenities he would need. He had his bag neatly tucked underneath the couch which doubled as his bed. He hung his Monolith Robe on the closet door to keep it somewhat clean. He was currently living with basic supplies and it was all the same to him as he was on vacation from the hustle and bustle of the clinic and the ever watching eyes and ears of the elders.
Harichimo was beginning to feel some what cabin crazy and wanted to go out and explore the village which he had seen very little of on his last visit. He got up and wanted to change into something more casual. He threw on some casual slacks, a white undershirt, and a purple jacket that displayed Iwagakure's symbol on the back. He made sure to put his hair back and took out his ear piercings for the first time in a long whole to try and not draw much attention to himself. He then reached into his bag to take out a roll of bandages. He worked at wrapping up his arms in his usual fashion. With a final look in the one mirror of the room Harichimo felt he was ready to venture out and see what sights the village of sand had to offer. As he was getting ready to leave he swung the closet door and he heard the thud of his knuckle dusters inside the Monolith robe pocket. Reaching inside he let his hand slide right into place and gripe the weapon. He had only ever had to use them once to stop a flying shopping cart which seemed to serve them little purpose for being a weapon fit for an Anbu division shinobi.
With a twirl of his hand, Harichimo skillfully got his hand free and put the knuckle duster into his jacket pocket just in case it was called for. He left his room and was sure to lock both locks before leaving. He wasn't in the most pleasant side of the village but it was where he was going to be holed up for a while. Harichimo would just start walking down the street and observe the rather seedy looking shops. He counted quite a few abandoned buildings alongside the bars, a couple pawn shops, and the occasional beggars which he was warned to stay away from by some of the city guard. But Harichimo felt he was in as good as shape he could be in to deal with whatever this village could throw at him. He would soon come across a bar that seemed to have some of its neon signs still working even if half the letters were burnt out. He decided it would make a nice place to stop and see some of the people that inhabited this part of the village.
Harichimo entered the bar to see a few cliques of people sitting around the tables and pool tables. For now he would just make his way to the bar and take a seat. "Hey bar keep. you have any imports from Iwagakure in stock? I'm just on vacation here and I would like some taste of home." The bartender looked around and pulled out a bottle of one of the cheaper beers from the village. "Sure thing sir will just be a couple bucks more with how little i get from there." Harichimo was happy to oblige and took a couple extra ryo from his pocket and tipped the man for the trouble. And with a pop of the cap he had one of the cheapest beers anyone could get in Iwagakure but it was enough to wet his whistle for the time being.
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Harichimo was beginning to feel some what cabin crazy and wanted to go out and explore the village which he had seen very little of on his last visit. He got up and wanted to change into something more casual. He threw on some casual slacks, a white undershirt, and a purple jacket that displayed Iwagakure's symbol on the back. He made sure to put his hair back and took out his ear piercings for the first time in a long whole to try and not draw much attention to himself. He then reached into his bag to take out a roll of bandages. He worked at wrapping up his arms in his usual fashion. With a final look in the one mirror of the room Harichimo felt he was ready to venture out and see what sights the village of sand had to offer. As he was getting ready to leave he swung the closet door and he heard the thud of his knuckle dusters inside the Monolith robe pocket. Reaching inside he let his hand slide right into place and gripe the weapon. He had only ever had to use them once to stop a flying shopping cart which seemed to serve them little purpose for being a weapon fit for an Anbu division shinobi.
With a twirl of his hand, Harichimo skillfully got his hand free and put the knuckle duster into his jacket pocket just in case it was called for. He left his room and was sure to lock both locks before leaving. He wasn't in the most pleasant side of the village but it was where he was going to be holed up for a while. Harichimo would just start walking down the street and observe the rather seedy looking shops. He counted quite a few abandoned buildings alongside the bars, a couple pawn shops, and the occasional beggars which he was warned to stay away from by some of the city guard. But Harichimo felt he was in as good as shape he could be in to deal with whatever this village could throw at him. He would soon come across a bar that seemed to have some of its neon signs still working even if half the letters were burnt out. He decided it would make a nice place to stop and see some of the people that inhabited this part of the village.
Harichimo entered the bar to see a few cliques of people sitting around the tables and pool tables. For now he would just make his way to the bar and take a seat. "Hey bar keep. you have any imports from Iwagakure in stock? I'm just on vacation here and I would like some taste of home." The bartender looked around and pulled out a bottle of one of the cheaper beers from the village. "Sure thing sir will just be a couple bucks more with how little i get from there." Harichimo was happy to oblige and took a couple extra ryo from his pocket and tipped the man for the trouble. And with a pop of the cap he had one of the cheapest beers anyone could get in Iwagakure but it was enough to wet his whistle for the time being.
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