Aaand Again. [m]

[Ohta]

He had accepted the same mission again- the people there weren't really that bad. So he quickly went and got his stuff from the mailhouse before going to apprehend and possibly annihiliate some people. Hopefully. But nonetheless the boy coming to be known as Sou took his stride willingly as he walked along the streets of the hard ground of Sungakure no sato. He didn't have many things- just a couple of large things that were lifted to his side like a duffel bag. He wasn't sure of what was in it, but it was going to get delivered, that was for sure. So walking along the streets he had to stop and admire this part of the ghetto district. It had managed to create a graffiti wall- about fifty foot in height, littered with the different colours in the spectrum.

Littered- with different logo's of clans, kids making their mark and gangs. This was all too admire as much as he liked, but he didn't like it that much. With Sou, he then quickly purchased a bucket of paint from the opposite wall of the giant thing, and then made his way to the top of it, giggling like a schoolgirl. Only a couple of people were gathered, the ghetto lot, were hurling abuse at him as they realized what he was going to do. Then Sou released the bucket of shit-brown paint along the wall, cackling as he jumped down, and began moving again. Nobody tried to follow him. (n'aw.) Sou came his way down the street and then took a left, into the 'elms' street, it was down here he'd make his first stop. He stopped at the news-stand however to make some small talk.

"Yo, old guy, you seen that uh, guy with the jawline?"

"Oh, the asshole with something through his gums? Yeah?"

"Well. Don't serve him."

He didn't give him enough time to answer, as he walked off.

[Ohta]

When he got to his first destination not much was really said, but when the door opened a man came out, a wrap along his jawline. Sou giggled and spoke- "Sign here, gummy." the man cautiously, the leader of his previous encounter slowly took the pen and signed, his eyes majority of the time not leaving Sou. Sou decided then to take the piss to smile at him and begin to waltz off down the street, admiringly looking back every now and again to deliver a delicious grin to the man. It was nice, you know. Having people being sliiightly afraid of you? It was... addictive to say the least. Sou quickly made some other stops, not bothering to stop because they were small packages and fitted through some crevice in their house.

Sou began making his way to one of the....less desired places in this district. He began observing as the streets had begun to begin getting dirtier, and more litter. It really was the slum part of the city. Not that Sou wasn't used to it- it was just...annoying to say the least. But as he was nearing the destination, some people had begun to crowd in front of him, it was obvious they weren't going to let him pass. He stopped not more than a few feet away from him, and Sou smiled at them.

"Evening, ladies and lads."

They were all men.

They didn't seem to like Sou very much either. Seemed like he'd struck a nerve. What really unnerved him though was the lack of speech that most people seemed to excel at doing. Mouthing off. And Sou's papa always told him, it wasn't the ones that were loud you needed to watch out for- you could be hurled abuse all day and not expect anything to come. It was the silent ones you needed to watch for; the ones planning what to do, and what to do after that if the prior didn't work.

Assume the worst; that way you can only be right or pleasantly surprised. Sou slowly put his hands up into a passive defensive stance, they weren't ninja of course- he thought- but they could be dangerous regardless. He smiled, before running through some handseals, and from some water a mist began to envelop the group.

Sou was half way past them, down the street before they noticed he wasn't there.

[Ohta]

Now he'd been and gone to one of the houses he was supposed to- now came the harder part. It seemed some ninja still lived in these areas, and of course- Sou just happened to get one of them. He wasn't all too well known, but his specialties were... questionable. He wasn' going to be particularly enjoying this. So he made his way to the address- every now again he peered at his list, to see the ones he'd ticked of, before seeing the apartment 313. fuck yeah. so he knocked on the door.

And waited.

Waiting..

... this was starting to take the piss.

Sou took the package and looked at the window- it had been about fifteen minutes, still no reply. Multiple knocking. He took the packaged and put his elbow through the elbow, before placing the package on the inside, patted it twice and took it out. He turned to walk before he felt a hand on his shoulder. The ninja, his olive complexion reflecting the sun from his eyes had a glint in his eyes that definitely screamed murder.

"Ya?" Sou's reply came, "You're paying for that." he replied, his grip remaining firm. "FUUUCK THAT'" Sou yelped as he began running, detaching the man's grip from him, but he didn't get very far before he got planted on the ground by a firm boot. "I get what I want, didn't you know?"


/end and exit

[addy-hime ♥]

Good job.

SOU: 26 EXP.