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[Gunjar]

Knuckles popping he looked about, looking bored and uncaring he sat back on the bench that was on his apartment's outlook. Shooting a glance to the sky he yawned, dull. Sitting up he walked forward, leaning over the railing slightly he turned sharply on his heal, his housing was marked with safety, what if he was to make the rest of the village "safe".

Though it'd only be "safe" for him and who ever else he chose, which would be no one, but himself. Smirking at the idea he nodded. The next place he would have to work to make "safe" would have to be the Kage's place, smirking he laughed as he threw himself over his railing. Landing on the ground below softly before standing up, hands in his pockets as he began walking around.

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[Gunjar]

Eyes drifting from merchant stalls and the like he couldn't help, but shake his head and smile. It was all really pathetic. Why had he been born in such a village? Running a hand through his hair he paused, turning to his left as he made sure his gloves were on tight. Popping his neck to the side he glanced over his shoulder before continuing on. Hmmm, perhaps he'd run into a familiar face...or possibly a rival, either one would be sufficent, he was looking for a little spar.

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[Exar Kun]

Kaye observed the boy's actions from across the street, an inconspicuous, half-finished cigarette dangling limply between her fingers. The medic had sworn off cigarettes several months prior, but the events that transpired in the past week had brought her nerves to the brink. The demonic influence on Iwagkure had been eradicated, at least for the moment, but the aftermath was just as taxing on the poor residents of the hidden village. On the outskirts of the village were multiple mass graves, each filled to the brim with those unfortunates who had not survived the Madness. Within the village itself, every hospital was overwhelmed with wounded, and their personnel were tasked to capacity. Despite being a foreigner, Kaye had volunteered her services to the weary medical staff, and they'd gratefully accepted her offer.

And so for the first time in three days, the medical shinobi from Amegakure had the rest of the evening off to take a rest.

The boy leaped over the railing of his balcony and made a practiced landing on the ground below, while at nearly the same time Kaye took one last drag on her cigarette and flicked it away. She had business to attend to.

She took one last glance at the boy, then stood away from the wall of the shack she'd been leaning against and grasped her fan. With a click, she attached the fan to the back of her body armor and began to walk towards the Kage Tower. Over the past few days she'd been waging a mental war over her decision to defect to Iwagakure. Rain had been home for her an entire life, but, she felt, deep down, that she belonged in Stone. She didn't know if it was fate, or God or just her instincts who made her feel that, but it was undeniable. She hoped that the Tsuchikage would see it that way too.

As Kaye walked she kept her glance low and unassuming. She was a foreigner, and it was probable that just about everyone in the Village would be able to notice that she was out of place. She had no headband, no distinguishing features that provided a clue as to where she had come from, but regardless, not attracting attention was prudent for the time being.

Deep within her own thoughts, the girl's attention had long since drifted away from the boy, and so she'd yet to notice that they were both moving parallel in the same direction.

[Sharkk]

Stopping in his tracks he lowered his raised leg, which was prepared for the next step. Spinning on his heel he offered a devilish grin to the girl behind him. Her face wasn't familiar, but he was not going to take kindly to being followed. "Hello ma'am, reason as to why your following me? If it's an attraction thing I can tell you now, your not my type...I like my women thinner."

[/color] Smirking he bowed slightly before standing up.

Rolling his shoulders he let the idea tick through his mind, perhaps she'd be willing to spar. "Would you like to spar?!"[/color] Figuring the insult he gave her would force her to say yes he continued smile.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/left]