1 Relaxing strole and watchful eyes. [Invite only | Anon Breir. | No Kill.] Sat Apr 22, 2017 7:29 am
Lux
D-rank
Sitting with his back pressed up against the wall, he had slept but not nearly how he had wanted too, even away from the wretched institute, he could feel he were being watch. Not himself directly but at least his accommodation. He had been followed from the Kazekage's inauguration from what he could gather. He didn’t think anyone would have recognized him there, but of course it were just his luck that he had been. Though he couldn’t really blame him, he wondered if the ones watching knew the truth behind things yet highly doubted that they did. They were after all just foot soldiers in the grand scheme of things and he himself were something so easily forgotten all that time ago. He arched over to slouch how he used to do, hoping to find comfort in the movement only for his body to sit upright again, reverting to the positions he had been forced to endure over and over again. He would look down at his left hand sighing as his pale mint green gaze followed up along the chain wrapped around his forearm right to the restraint it were attached too. Evidently he had fallen asleep in it having forgotten about it in all of the commotion. His right hand would reach over picking at the restraint seeking a way out of it, such a hefty restraint stood out, even when wearing most of his jackets.
Aggravated would be a good word to used, when describing him at the time. The situation pushed him into this state, causing him to itch. He would shoot to his feet before starting to pace about the room, scraping his bare feet with each step, along the hard wooden floor. His hands would reach into his hair, forcing his fingers through the tassel of longer golden strands, compared to the short dark brown sides and undercut. Gripping at his hair half way through he would scrub his fingertips against his scalp filling the room with the sound of the scraping before pausing as he felt an odd tug, his little beasties alerting him that others of his were about to fade, only to feed a niggle at the side of his heel as one burrowed back into his flesh. The rest would shudder within causing his skin to, almost ripple giving the appearance of the slick sheen you see along snake skin faze along his own, as his Kyoni communicated. Catching the information quite like a hive mind, his pale green orbs would shift about the room as he slowly made his way over to one of the windows, crouching down he would press against the wall beneath the window before taking a peek outside, being careful not to knock the curtain in the movement, calculation where each of his watchman were situated.
Two. He could handle two if he needed to, right?... there were more at the institute and half the time he had been doped up. He would remain in place for just a moment, centering his chakra before slowly sending it through out his body. Once it flowed smoothly he would set off a ripple in it before slowly making it faster and faster until his chakra vibrated calling back all of the Kyoni. Waiting for them to burrow back into his flesh before shifting away from the window, crawling along the ground to his heather sack and boots. Silently he would tug on another somewhat tight black t-shirt, pulling it down over his subtle tanned flesh covering the blemishes of his otherwise flawless flesh, the only markings on display as he slipped into his black hooded, zip up jacket, would be the slight scarring around his neck. Taking a moment as he struggled to right the sleeve over his single remaining restraint before finally feeling comfortable with it, in a sense anyway. Retrieving his cigarette's from his other jacket he had been wearing earlier at the inauguration event, depositing them into his pocket again, taking the pack from his bag as well, just in case. He would tie his laces loosely together before draping his boots over his right shoulder stuffing a set of sock inside one, before inhaling deeply. Moving to the back room he would repeat his action from before seeking out anyone that may be watching. Just two. That he could work with.
He would shift over to the small porch settling down to place his sucks and boot on. Sneaking out had crossed his mind, but why should he? So far they had only watched him, and he had been called back after all. Them being there simply made him uneasy. A walk would do him some good, even if he were followed. Sighing as he finished tying his place he would stand ducting off his trousers before stepping out into the open, taking the time to lock the door. You never did know what would happen in the slum's after all. He needed to do something anything, he'd been cooped up for year's now he finally had some freedom, he'd be damned if he weren't going to use it before being pulled before some official. On his way past he would flash a bright smile, the same charming smile from earlier to the two on guard duty before walking off down the street, knowing they would follow.
Slowly calculating where he were he would eventually lose them even if it were just for a short time, slowing his pase to a leisurely stroll. Drawing his opened packet of lucky strike from his pocket taking more of a grip on the packet curling his middle, ring and pinky finger around it, before edging his hand up it a touch. Using his thumb and index finger to grip at the bud of one of the few cigarette's left in the packet, guiding it up, slowly raising his hand as his head lent down to take the bud of the cigarette between his lips, drawing it from the packet as he lent his head up. His fingers would remain repeating the action with his lighter, removing that too from the packet before slipping the packet into his pocket. His free hand would raise from his pother jacket packet as he came to a standstill using his hand a shield against the breeze of the night, striking the pad of his thumb against the flint wheel to light his cigarette in a single strike and inhale. Shifting his hand's, his left would palm the lighter dipping it back into his pocket as his right retrieved the bad habit from his lips, allowing it to rest trapped between his index and middle fingers close down to his knuckles. His head would tilt back as he exhaled part of the smoke through his nose, giving the resemblance of a dragon before sighing in a sweet sense of relief, forcing the rest of the smoke past his lips, expelling it from his lungs. The Kyoni would squirm on the underside of his flesh giving an odd snake like shimmer, briefly to his skin in their movement from within. Taking a moment there in the street.
Aggravated would be a good word to used, when describing him at the time. The situation pushed him into this state, causing him to itch. He would shoot to his feet before starting to pace about the room, scraping his bare feet with each step, along the hard wooden floor. His hands would reach into his hair, forcing his fingers through the tassel of longer golden strands, compared to the short dark brown sides and undercut. Gripping at his hair half way through he would scrub his fingertips against his scalp filling the room with the sound of the scraping before pausing as he felt an odd tug, his little beasties alerting him that others of his were about to fade, only to feed a niggle at the side of his heel as one burrowed back into his flesh. The rest would shudder within causing his skin to, almost ripple giving the appearance of the slick sheen you see along snake skin faze along his own, as his Kyoni communicated. Catching the information quite like a hive mind, his pale green orbs would shift about the room as he slowly made his way over to one of the windows, crouching down he would press against the wall beneath the window before taking a peek outside, being careful not to knock the curtain in the movement, calculation where each of his watchman were situated.
Two. He could handle two if he needed to, right?... there were more at the institute and half the time he had been doped up. He would remain in place for just a moment, centering his chakra before slowly sending it through out his body. Once it flowed smoothly he would set off a ripple in it before slowly making it faster and faster until his chakra vibrated calling back all of the Kyoni. Waiting for them to burrow back into his flesh before shifting away from the window, crawling along the ground to his heather sack and boots. Silently he would tug on another somewhat tight black t-shirt, pulling it down over his subtle tanned flesh covering the blemishes of his otherwise flawless flesh, the only markings on display as he slipped into his black hooded, zip up jacket, would be the slight scarring around his neck. Taking a moment as he struggled to right the sleeve over his single remaining restraint before finally feeling comfortable with it, in a sense anyway. Retrieving his cigarette's from his other jacket he had been wearing earlier at the inauguration event, depositing them into his pocket again, taking the pack from his bag as well, just in case. He would tie his laces loosely together before draping his boots over his right shoulder stuffing a set of sock inside one, before inhaling deeply. Moving to the back room he would repeat his action from before seeking out anyone that may be watching. Just two. That he could work with.
He would shift over to the small porch settling down to place his sucks and boot on. Sneaking out had crossed his mind, but why should he? So far they had only watched him, and he had been called back after all. Them being there simply made him uneasy. A walk would do him some good, even if he were followed. Sighing as he finished tying his place he would stand ducting off his trousers before stepping out into the open, taking the time to lock the door. You never did know what would happen in the slum's after all. He needed to do something anything, he'd been cooped up for year's now he finally had some freedom, he'd be damned if he weren't going to use it before being pulled before some official. On his way past he would flash a bright smile, the same charming smile from earlier to the two on guard duty before walking off down the street, knowing they would follow.
Slowly calculating where he were he would eventually lose them even if it were just for a short time, slowing his pase to a leisurely stroll. Drawing his opened packet of lucky strike from his pocket taking more of a grip on the packet curling his middle, ring and pinky finger around it, before edging his hand up it a touch. Using his thumb and index finger to grip at the bud of one of the few cigarette's left in the packet, guiding it up, slowly raising his hand as his head lent down to take the bud of the cigarette between his lips, drawing it from the packet as he lent his head up. His fingers would remain repeating the action with his lighter, removing that too from the packet before slipping the packet into his pocket. His free hand would raise from his pother jacket packet as he came to a standstill using his hand a shield against the breeze of the night, striking the pad of his thumb against the flint wheel to light his cigarette in a single strike and inhale. Shifting his hand's, his left would palm the lighter dipping it back into his pocket as his right retrieved the bad habit from his lips, allowing it to rest trapped between his index and middle fingers close down to his knuckles. His head would tilt back as he exhaled part of the smoke through his nose, giving the resemblance of a dragon before sighing in a sweet sense of relief, forcing the rest of the smoke past his lips, expelling it from his lungs. The Kyoni would squirm on the underside of his flesh giving an odd snake like shimmer, briefly to his skin in their movement from within. Taking a moment there in the street.
wc: 1196.