1 A Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy (Social|Ryu Myugan) Fri Apr 14, 2017 5:45 pm
Rokumaru
D-rank
Wherever he went, Rokumaru could feel eyes following him from the buildings he passed, the people he had to step around. He had left his gourd at home as he felt he would fare better if he wasn't recognized, but now that didn't seem to be the best idea. The sand around him would suffice for defending himself, but it would take a bit of time to collect enough from the broken stone-paved streets. The merciless sun locked at its zenith shined down on the east side of the Slums that Roku walked through.
'I would have brought someone with me, if only I didn't want anyone to know what I'm doing down here.' Any outsider who didn't live in the poverty-stricken area only entered it looking for trouble, and the same applies to the young Sabaku who tried to keep his confidence in the face of so many predatory gazes. He repeated the phrase he was told in his head over and over again, 'Take a left off the main road when you reach the red boarded-up house. Follow the street and take another left two blocks down. It's the building at the end of the alley. Ask for PK.' Of course the directions were from a scraggly civilian smoking a pungent cigarette outside Roku's house, but the boy was naive and optimistic enough to believe him.
He was desperate to build some contacts on the seedier side of town. It was no secret that Suna was experiencing a bit of a crime wave at the moment, years of not having a reliable government allowed people with unsavory intentions to build a power base in the desert village, dealing in everything from drugs to hired killings. Roku knew the dangers of being involved in organized crime, but he was also a headstrong teen. He thought he could take advantage of the negligence of the law, to acquire a few things not sold openly in the Bazaar. Hold back your judgement; he's a curious growing boy, he was going to have an interest in this sort of thing sooner or later.
Rokumaru followed the main through street that cut through the dilapidated apartment buildings and run-down shops until he reached the landmark he was searching for; a two-story domicile with chipping red paint, its windows busted out and boarded up. A little girl sat on it's front step dressed in a cloak far too big for her thin body, and upon seeing Roku's hitai-ate tied loosely around his neck bolted down the street the boy was to turn on. Shinobi must have been very unwelcome in this part of town; most of the time children were drawn by a hitai-ate, not fleeing at the sight of one.
Roku turned down the side-street and was baffled to see it in even worse condition than the main street was. Every building had its windows smashed out, most having wooden boards or iron bars across them. The few ships were completely abandoned by everyone but squatters who watched the boy walk by with glazed-over eyes. 'Ancestors', he thought to himself with a grimace, 'this is Suna's anus right here!
A few short but tense minutes brought Rokumaru to the alley he needed. It was a narrow strip of unpaved sand, locked in permanent shade from the sun by two high apartment buildings on each side. At the end was a metal door with a slot that opened up, allowing anyone inside to look out.
He walked down the alley with trepidation, untying his hitai-ate from his neck and slipping it into his left cargo pocket above the knee. It was claustrophobic being in such a narrow passageway. Upon reaching the door he stopped for a moment and considered turning back and going home, but reached up and rapped the knuckles in his left against it lightly.
Immediately the slot slammed open and a pair of piercing blue eyes looked at the Genin, who had to suppress a flinch from surprise. The two looked at each other for a long moment, the blue eyes sizing up the boy while brownish-red ones stared back nervously. After a long moment, the eyes behind the door returned to Roku's face and a gruff voice demanded to know what he was doing here. Shaking off his nervousness and replacing it with confidence, Roku grunted back "I need to speak to PK."
The man behind the door seemed to smile to himself, his eyes crinkling a bit, and told Roku to wait there before the slot slammed shut. The boy waited for a bit, drawing shapes in the sandy ground with his foot, before he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him.
When he turned around Roku was not happy to see what greeted him: two men, a muscular bald guy on the right tapping his foot with a long copper pipe as he walked, the other on the left very emaciated who was unfolding a butterfly knife slowly. Both had very wide grins on their face as they approached him before stopping a few feet away from him. As soon as Rokumaru saw the men and assumed they weren't here to sell him what he wanted, he began pulling the sand beneath his left foot up behind his leg to collect behind his back.
The thin one spoke first. "You wanted to see us?" He dug a piece of dirt from beneath his nail with the knife.
Rokumaru didn't like this one bit. "Actually, I came to see PK."
The men shared a laugh at Roku's expense. The thin one stopped his chuckles first. "Allow me to introduce my friend, P." He gestured at his companion with a lazy point of his knife. "And people call me K. Very pleased to meet you, boy." P grunted in greeting, stroking his pipe with his thick hands.
Rokumaru was not remotely pleased to meet them. That scraggly bastard sent Roku to the slums to get mugged, and that would be the extent only if he was lucky. The sand pooling behind his back was now more than a handful, and carefully streamed it down his left arm into his hand while the right traces the kunai stuck in his right pocket.
He kept talking while he prepared to defend himself. "I think I was given bad directions. I apologize for the misunderstanding." Again the men shared a hearty laugh, feeling good about what could only be an easy score.
K gave the boy a smile, showing off his broken and missing teeth. "Now it would be rude to drag us out here for nothing. The least you could do is..." and he looked to his companion for the right word. "Compensate", P grunted. K smiled again and continued, "...compensate us for our time." At least they didn't get to beating Roku immediately.
The boy was faced with his first real taste of danger, and surprisingly managed to stay calm despite the fear bubbling underneath his skin. He let his nervousness show as he said "Of course, I can't apologize enough!", and made it look like he was digging for his ryo in his pocket while he was really slipping his kunai into his right hand.
As fast as he could, he slung the sand in his left hand at the men's faces in a sweeping motion. Immediately the two were blinded as they cursed in surprise, hands rubbing the offensive sand out of their eyes. The only exit was behind the men, and as Roku started running he knocked the emaciated one aside with his left shoulder and stabbed the muscular man in his thigh with the kunai. Both fell to the dirt, now cursing in anger as the muscular one held his bleeding leg, and picked themselves up to chase after the Sabaku boy fleeing down the alley.
Rokumaru exited the narrow passage and immediately turned right in a sprint towards the main road; his lungs were already burning from the short run but adrenaline refused to allow him to slow. If he could make it to the main road perhaps someone will step in and help him. The muscular guy hobbled after him slowly, but Roku could feel the thin one sprinting quickly as he prepared to stab the boy in retaliation. Sparing a glance back and eyes widening from how close the one called K was gaining on him, he let out a desperate plea as loud as he could.
"HELP!!!
WC: 1446
(OOC: I sort of got carried away writing this...)
'I would have brought someone with me, if only I didn't want anyone to know what I'm doing down here.' Any outsider who didn't live in the poverty-stricken area only entered it looking for trouble, and the same applies to the young Sabaku who tried to keep his confidence in the face of so many predatory gazes. He repeated the phrase he was told in his head over and over again, 'Take a left off the main road when you reach the red boarded-up house. Follow the street and take another left two blocks down. It's the building at the end of the alley. Ask for PK.' Of course the directions were from a scraggly civilian smoking a pungent cigarette outside Roku's house, but the boy was naive and optimistic enough to believe him.
He was desperate to build some contacts on the seedier side of town. It was no secret that Suna was experiencing a bit of a crime wave at the moment, years of not having a reliable government allowed people with unsavory intentions to build a power base in the desert village, dealing in everything from drugs to hired killings. Roku knew the dangers of being involved in organized crime, but he was also a headstrong teen. He thought he could take advantage of the negligence of the law, to acquire a few things not sold openly in the Bazaar. Hold back your judgement; he's a curious growing boy, he was going to have an interest in this sort of thing sooner or later.
Rokumaru followed the main through street that cut through the dilapidated apartment buildings and run-down shops until he reached the landmark he was searching for; a two-story domicile with chipping red paint, its windows busted out and boarded up. A little girl sat on it's front step dressed in a cloak far too big for her thin body, and upon seeing Roku's hitai-ate tied loosely around his neck bolted down the street the boy was to turn on. Shinobi must have been very unwelcome in this part of town; most of the time children were drawn by a hitai-ate, not fleeing at the sight of one.
Roku turned down the side-street and was baffled to see it in even worse condition than the main street was. Every building had its windows smashed out, most having wooden boards or iron bars across them. The few ships were completely abandoned by everyone but squatters who watched the boy walk by with glazed-over eyes. 'Ancestors', he thought to himself with a grimace, 'this is Suna's anus right here!
A few short but tense minutes brought Rokumaru to the alley he needed. It was a narrow strip of unpaved sand, locked in permanent shade from the sun by two high apartment buildings on each side. At the end was a metal door with a slot that opened up, allowing anyone inside to look out.
He walked down the alley with trepidation, untying his hitai-ate from his neck and slipping it into his left cargo pocket above the knee. It was claustrophobic being in such a narrow passageway. Upon reaching the door he stopped for a moment and considered turning back and going home, but reached up and rapped the knuckles in his left against it lightly.
Immediately the slot slammed open and a pair of piercing blue eyes looked at the Genin, who had to suppress a flinch from surprise. The two looked at each other for a long moment, the blue eyes sizing up the boy while brownish-red ones stared back nervously. After a long moment, the eyes behind the door returned to Roku's face and a gruff voice demanded to know what he was doing here. Shaking off his nervousness and replacing it with confidence, Roku grunted back "I need to speak to PK."
The man behind the door seemed to smile to himself, his eyes crinkling a bit, and told Roku to wait there before the slot slammed shut. The boy waited for a bit, drawing shapes in the sandy ground with his foot, before he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him.
When he turned around Roku was not happy to see what greeted him: two men, a muscular bald guy on the right tapping his foot with a long copper pipe as he walked, the other on the left very emaciated who was unfolding a butterfly knife slowly. Both had very wide grins on their face as they approached him before stopping a few feet away from him. As soon as Rokumaru saw the men and assumed they weren't here to sell him what he wanted, he began pulling the sand beneath his left foot up behind his leg to collect behind his back.
The thin one spoke first. "You wanted to see us?" He dug a piece of dirt from beneath his nail with the knife.
Rokumaru didn't like this one bit. "Actually, I came to see PK."
The men shared a laugh at Roku's expense. The thin one stopped his chuckles first. "Allow me to introduce my friend, P." He gestured at his companion with a lazy point of his knife. "And people call me K. Very pleased to meet you, boy." P grunted in greeting, stroking his pipe with his thick hands.
Rokumaru was not remotely pleased to meet them. That scraggly bastard sent Roku to the slums to get mugged, and that would be the extent only if he was lucky. The sand pooling behind his back was now more than a handful, and carefully streamed it down his left arm into his hand while the right traces the kunai stuck in his right pocket.
He kept talking while he prepared to defend himself. "I think I was given bad directions. I apologize for the misunderstanding." Again the men shared a hearty laugh, feeling good about what could only be an easy score.
K gave the boy a smile, showing off his broken and missing teeth. "Now it would be rude to drag us out here for nothing. The least you could do is..." and he looked to his companion for the right word. "Compensate", P grunted. K smiled again and continued, "...compensate us for our time." At least they didn't get to beating Roku immediately.
The boy was faced with his first real taste of danger, and surprisingly managed to stay calm despite the fear bubbling underneath his skin. He let his nervousness show as he said "Of course, I can't apologize enough!", and made it look like he was digging for his ryo in his pocket while he was really slipping his kunai into his right hand.
As fast as he could, he slung the sand in his left hand at the men's faces in a sweeping motion. Immediately the two were blinded as they cursed in surprise, hands rubbing the offensive sand out of their eyes. The only exit was behind the men, and as Roku started running he knocked the emaciated one aside with his left shoulder and stabbed the muscular man in his thigh with the kunai. Both fell to the dirt, now cursing in anger as the muscular one held his bleeding leg, and picked themselves up to chase after the Sabaku boy fleeing down the alley.
Rokumaru exited the narrow passage and immediately turned right in a sprint towards the main road; his lungs were already burning from the short run but adrenaline refused to allow him to slow. If he could make it to the main road perhaps someone will step in and help him. The muscular guy hobbled after him slowly, but Roku could feel the thin one sprinting quickly as he prepared to stab the boy in retaliation. Sparing a glance back and eyes widening from how close the one called K was gaining on him, he let out a desperate plea as loud as he could.
"HELP!!!
WC: 1446
(OOC: I sort of got carried away writing this...)
- Chakra: 135/150:
- Name: Sand Control Jutsu
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: D-S
Type: Supplementary
Element: Sand
Range: up to 40m
Specialty: Ninjutsu
Duration: Maintainable
Cooldown: None
Description: This technique allows the user to freely manipulate sand within a certain radius around themselves, simply by willing it to happen. The range and amount of sand the user can manipulate varies depending on the level of the jutsu used. Regardless of the rank used, however, the sand speed stays constant, at 10 metres a second.
This technique has no offensive properties [For example the sand cannot be used to form sharp edges that would hurt on contact, nor to crush someone] and exists solely to allow the user to reposition their sand.
Amount manipulatable, range and Chakra cost:- D-Rank: 5 m3 of loose sand within 5 metres of the user. Costs 5 chakra.
- D-Rank: 5 m3 of loose sand within 5 metres of the user. Costs 5 chakra.
Last edited by Rokumaru on Sun Apr 16, 2017 1:02 pm; edited 2 times in total