― morning fog [o]
Oct 3, 2011 7:53:34 GMT -8
Post by KEITH on Oct 3, 2011 7:53:34 GMT -8
Rules
No Attacking each other.
No weapons.
No looting.
It was regular ol' foggy day within Kirigakure, though, it was a pleasant fog if anything, like the fog of a good day, most would probably say. Like with the way the people saw clouds, and how you could tell if they were nasty or not, the villagers of Kirigakure could tell with the mist. As it had covered the grounds of the village, the foot steps of a young shinobi would tread it, with his blade sandles. He walked with a rhythm, and each step he took, the moist soil beneath his feet had complimented it. He began to yawn, slightly, using his hand to cover his mouth, showing a sign of good manners. He had wore an all black kimono with golden trimmings among the edge treading, beneath his kimono, he had worn a pair of thin black shinobi pants that had stopped mid-way down his shin's. He had a sinister smirk upon his face.
Making his way to the ramen shop of Kirigakure. It wasn't as good as the one in Konohagakure, though, but, one day he had planned to kidnap the ramen chief from there and bring 'em to Kiri. As he approached the curtains of the shop, and slowly moved his left hand in, then, his wrist had dropped, like in a feminine gesture, and slowly moved the curtain to the side as he came through the curtain head first. His swagger was like that of a noble status. He had known that the place would be crowded as he stepped into it, but, he didn't know it would be this crowded. He glanced over the shop, there were people everywhere. The only places to sit was by the window, but, that wasn't too bad, unless someone tried to assassinate him, that is. He sat at a table, hoping somebody would notice him, so he wouldn't have to be alone. That would really suck.