1 Lunch time (Invite/No Kill) Mon Sep 23, 2013 1:26 am
Mugen Aburame
D-rank
Mugen walked in the place called the Rock Pit. Supposedly it had some really good food in it, it seemed calm enough. The people murmured and then it got really loud. Mugen was taken back by this and looked around to realize that this area was defiantly meant for people that had more energy than him and wanted to dance and let some steam out via movement. This caused Mugen shift uncomfortably as he wore the mask required and the cloak that Tsuyo asked him to wear when he was around town. The bugs did not like it that it was more cover on them and made them kinda move around a little more. It was also bothersome that he had to keep them in check. Not allowing them to crawl out at free will, it caused people to give him weird looks. Which was the last thing he wanted people to do here. Notice him, he liked the attention, but that would cause problems later on and he knew it.
Underneath all this cloak and mask he wore his normal attire, his shiny boots and his slacks that always seemed to be ironed and well taken care of. His frilly white button up shirt and his red tie that rested in the middle. He also wore his mask that kept his jaw in place. This hair was in a pony tail today, just to help with his control issues with his bugs. Sure they were mindless, but the mindless liked to wander and his hair was apart of that wonder lust. His eyes were still black and dead, so today he wore some sun glasses that covered his eyes completely. He did not want to be stared at for long today. He was here to enjoy some good food today. Either than that, Mugen felt comfortable enough in his skill not to bring any weapons with him.
A lady came up to with a smile and asked sweetly where he would like to sit, Mugen looked around for the most quiet spot and pointed at it. She gave him a look as if it was someone spot, almost as a warning. Mugen caring level was not existent, he wanted a nice quiet meal today. The lady sighed and walked over there and offered the seat. He sat down and looked at the glass of water. He like how prepared these people were, and it was more quiet over here. He looked over at the lady and took the menu and gave it a quick look.
His voice was metallic, one would describe it as current Bane in our society. He smiled under his mask as he saw it send shivers down her spine. He had a tendency of doing that, sometimes it was fear. Most of the time it was a wonder of what type of man he was. He handed her the menu and proceeded to pour the water down his mask where he would be able to drink it.
Underneath all this cloak and mask he wore his normal attire, his shiny boots and his slacks that always seemed to be ironed and well taken care of. His frilly white button up shirt and his red tie that rested in the middle. He also wore his mask that kept his jaw in place. This hair was in a pony tail today, just to help with his control issues with his bugs. Sure they were mindless, but the mindless liked to wander and his hair was apart of that wonder lust. His eyes were still black and dead, so today he wore some sun glasses that covered his eyes completely. He did not want to be stared at for long today. He was here to enjoy some good food today. Either than that, Mugen felt comfortable enough in his skill not to bring any weapons with him.
A lady came up to with a smile and asked sweetly where he would like to sit, Mugen looked around for the most quiet spot and pointed at it. She gave him a look as if it was someone spot, almost as a warning. Mugen caring level was not existent, he wanted a nice quiet meal today. The lady sighed and walked over there and offered the seat. He sat down and looked at the glass of water. He like how prepared these people were, and it was more quiet over here. He looked over at the lady and took the menu and gave it a quick look.
"I'll take your special, two of them. I am especially hungry today"
His voice was metallic, one would describe it as current Bane in our society. He smiled under his mask as he saw it send shivers down her spine. He had a tendency of doing that, sometimes it was fear. Most of the time it was a wonder of what type of man he was. He handed her the menu and proceeded to pour the water down his mask where he would be able to drink it.