1 Breakfast in Konoha~ [Jinx Uchiha or Invite Only][No-Kill] Sun Dec 03, 2017 1:59 pm
Destiny
D-rank
Gooooood morning, folks. It’s currently eight in the morning here in our beautiful village of Konoh---, slam went her hand on the alarm clock after the pink haired female had been startled awake by the sound of the radio blaring: she had totally thought she had set it to beep when it went off, not to suddenly be blaring some strangers voice in her ear. Her breathing was fast and her heart pounding so hard and fast she could hear the blood rushing through her ears. Even though she knew it was the alarm clock that had done the talking and not someone actually in her hotel room itself she couldn’t help but look around in decreasing alarm at the moderately furnished and definitely devoid of other humans room. ”Son of a bitch..., she muttered beneath her breath as she gave her head a shake before rubbing at her face. Any thought of returning to sleep were gone from her mind, even the wonderful dream she had been having was too far from her grasp now after being woken up in such a manner.
Instead she shifted sideways and tossed the blankets off of herself before standing up, ignoring the sudden cold sensation of her feet on the cool, highly polished wooden floor. She fixed the bed, adjusting the pillows and sheets and blankets until it looked as perfect as it had when she had arrived – she was a stickler for not making the maids job harder who would come by to clean later on – and then headed towards her dresser where her outfit was laid out for the day: she had picked it out the night before to save time since she didn’t know how long the hotels breakfast lasted. She brought her outfit into the bathroom with her, closing and locking the bathroom door behind herself – it was a ‘safety’ habit of hers and nothing more: something drilled into her by her father and siblings since she was going to be traveling alone. Her shower was enjoyable but uneventful: the water just the right temperature of hot, the room just the right amount of steamy and foggy for her liking. It woke her up in ways that coffee or tea or blaring alarm clocks couldn’t so that by the time she stepped out and began to dry herself off courtesy of one of the hotels provided towels she was more than awake and definitely ready to start her day.
Once dry she dressed with care, her attire more befitting of the artist she aspired to be rather than the shinobi she was by profession: a semi-loose fitting black and white horizontally striped shirt with sleeves that went right to her elbows the neckline of which hung off of her shoulders slightly and the bottom of which which ended roughly past her buttocks, a pair of all black leggings, and black comfortable fur boots that went halfway up her calves. Her pink hair, once dried and brushed thoroughly, was pulled up into a ponytail at the top-back of her head revealing her ears which were both pierced with a variety of studs and hoops in several places. She grabbed up her pink-tinted glasses and put them on before giving her appearance a quick once over in the mirror, adjusting a strand of hair behind her ear which wasn’t quite long enough to make it into her ponytail, and then adjusting her shirt to sit right on her form before being finally satisfied with her appearance.
After hanging up her towel to dry she unlocked the bathroom door and headed out into the rest of her hotel room, a puff of steam announcing her showers end as she did so. She picked up her jean-material shoulder bag which was filled with her sketchbook and various art supplies before giving the room a once over to make sure there was nothing left behind she wouldn’t want the maid to see. Her ryo was pocketed and a light black hoodie slung over her bag just in case she would need it later on before she finally grabbed up the key-card to the room and pocketed it. She exited without fanfare, closing the door softly behind herself encase anyone else in the hotel around her was still asleep. Making her way down the steps and into the lobby she paused to look into the little breakfast area only to find that it was already being cleaned up by various maids and members of the kitchen staff. Glancing at the clock she saw that it was already nine. With a change of plans on where she was going to have breakfast at the forefront of her mind she waved goodbye to the receptionist and headed outside. She had a relatively good feel of where everything was from her early arrival to the village the day prior so she already had a general idea of which cafe she wished to have breakfast – and a nice hot cup of coffee – at.
It was a tad bit chillier than she thought, but not enough to warrant the hoodie she had brought – at least not yet – while she made her way down the street. She stepped around various people, and objects in her way, as she made her way slowly but surely towards her destination. It didn’t take more than five or so minutes for the little cafe to come into sight, and upon arrival she was greeted by one of many of the waitresses she could see busy at work. “Hello and welcome. Would you like to dine inside or out, miss?”
”Outside, please.”, Destiny would respond politely, glancing to make sure as she did so that there was an empty table: there were several in fact. The waitress nodded, leading her to an empty spot not far from where she had been standing with a little umbrella that was open sticking up through the table, providing an adequate bit of shade from the early morning sun. Destiny removed her bag from her shoulder, placing it on the table before sitting down in one of the plush, comfortable chairs.
A menu was handed to her before the waitress pulled out a pad and pen, giving Destiny several seconds to open the menu and glance through it before asking “What can I get you to drink?”
”A cup of cappuccino please, caramel flavored with extra whipped cream.”, Destiny would respond, glancing over the rest of the menu but catching her waitresses nod out of the corner of her eye.
“One caramel cappuccino with extra whipped cream coming right up.”, the waitress would respond before disappearing off inside of the cafe. Destiny meanwhile continued to glance at the menu, picking what she wanted to seat after several seconds before setting the menu aside. She reached for her bag, pulling out a sketchbook and pencil and flipping it open to a fresh and clean page. With her head resting on her left hand she glanced about with silver eyes for her next subject matter, finding it fast enough in the form of an elderly couple sitting only a few tables from her, holding hands and looking as if they had had one of those very long and very happily successful marriages. With a light smile on her face she began to draw, starting with basic shapes and going from there…
Word Count: 1,233
Instead she shifted sideways and tossed the blankets off of herself before standing up, ignoring the sudden cold sensation of her feet on the cool, highly polished wooden floor. She fixed the bed, adjusting the pillows and sheets and blankets until it looked as perfect as it had when she had arrived – she was a stickler for not making the maids job harder who would come by to clean later on – and then headed towards her dresser where her outfit was laid out for the day: she had picked it out the night before to save time since she didn’t know how long the hotels breakfast lasted. She brought her outfit into the bathroom with her, closing and locking the bathroom door behind herself – it was a ‘safety’ habit of hers and nothing more: something drilled into her by her father and siblings since she was going to be traveling alone. Her shower was enjoyable but uneventful: the water just the right temperature of hot, the room just the right amount of steamy and foggy for her liking. It woke her up in ways that coffee or tea or blaring alarm clocks couldn’t so that by the time she stepped out and began to dry herself off courtesy of one of the hotels provided towels she was more than awake and definitely ready to start her day.
Once dry she dressed with care, her attire more befitting of the artist she aspired to be rather than the shinobi she was by profession: a semi-loose fitting black and white horizontally striped shirt with sleeves that went right to her elbows the neckline of which hung off of her shoulders slightly and the bottom of which which ended roughly past her buttocks, a pair of all black leggings, and black comfortable fur boots that went halfway up her calves. Her pink hair, once dried and brushed thoroughly, was pulled up into a ponytail at the top-back of her head revealing her ears which were both pierced with a variety of studs and hoops in several places. She grabbed up her pink-tinted glasses and put them on before giving her appearance a quick once over in the mirror, adjusting a strand of hair behind her ear which wasn’t quite long enough to make it into her ponytail, and then adjusting her shirt to sit right on her form before being finally satisfied with her appearance.
After hanging up her towel to dry she unlocked the bathroom door and headed out into the rest of her hotel room, a puff of steam announcing her showers end as she did so. She picked up her jean-material shoulder bag which was filled with her sketchbook and various art supplies before giving the room a once over to make sure there was nothing left behind she wouldn’t want the maid to see. Her ryo was pocketed and a light black hoodie slung over her bag just in case she would need it later on before she finally grabbed up the key-card to the room and pocketed it. She exited without fanfare, closing the door softly behind herself encase anyone else in the hotel around her was still asleep. Making her way down the steps and into the lobby she paused to look into the little breakfast area only to find that it was already being cleaned up by various maids and members of the kitchen staff. Glancing at the clock she saw that it was already nine. With a change of plans on where she was going to have breakfast at the forefront of her mind she waved goodbye to the receptionist and headed outside. She had a relatively good feel of where everything was from her early arrival to the village the day prior so she already had a general idea of which cafe she wished to have breakfast – and a nice hot cup of coffee – at.
It was a tad bit chillier than she thought, but not enough to warrant the hoodie she had brought – at least not yet – while she made her way down the street. She stepped around various people, and objects in her way, as she made her way slowly but surely towards her destination. It didn’t take more than five or so minutes for the little cafe to come into sight, and upon arrival she was greeted by one of many of the waitresses she could see busy at work. “Hello and welcome. Would you like to dine inside or out, miss?”
”Outside, please.”, Destiny would respond politely, glancing to make sure as she did so that there was an empty table: there were several in fact. The waitress nodded, leading her to an empty spot not far from where she had been standing with a little umbrella that was open sticking up through the table, providing an adequate bit of shade from the early morning sun. Destiny removed her bag from her shoulder, placing it on the table before sitting down in one of the plush, comfortable chairs.
A menu was handed to her before the waitress pulled out a pad and pen, giving Destiny several seconds to open the menu and glance through it before asking “What can I get you to drink?”
”A cup of cappuccino please, caramel flavored with extra whipped cream.”, Destiny would respond, glancing over the rest of the menu but catching her waitresses nod out of the corner of her eye.
“One caramel cappuccino with extra whipped cream coming right up.”, the waitress would respond before disappearing off inside of the cafe. Destiny meanwhile continued to glance at the menu, picking what she wanted to seat after several seconds before setting the menu aside. She reached for her bag, pulling out a sketchbook and pencil and flipping it open to a fresh and clean page. With her head resting on her left hand she glanced about with silver eyes for her next subject matter, finding it fast enough in the form of an elderly couple sitting only a few tables from her, holding hands and looking as if they had had one of those very long and very happily successful marriages. With a light smile on her face she began to draw, starting with basic shapes and going from there…
Word Count: 1,233