Inn of Men [M]

[Kawaii]

BARCRAWL BUST-UP
RANK: C
DESCRIPTION: Who doesn't enjoy a drink, am I right? Sadly enough, within the village some people tend to take that notion a bit too far and by barely 10:00PM, they're completely hammered and unable to think clear. Whilst some of these drunkards may be sorrowful, or perhaps joyous, there are many who serve only to start trouble within the establishments that they're so fond of. Whilst sometimes this may only be limited to a few threats sent towards some individuals, at other times their moods can be turn so sour that they aim to begin fights with people that they don't even know. With this having happened a few times in the village, pubs, bars and inns alike have asked to hire some shinobi to help look after its patrons from these people, and deal with the trouble that they cause.
OBJECTIVE: Spent the night in a drinking establishment within Kusagakure, and take care of its less.. friendly drunks. Apprehend these people and kick them out of these places if required, to prevent further harm to the other customers, and to the reputation of the business!
PAY: 50 EXP and 1,000 Ryo.

"The Inn of Men, eh? Detective Kawaii, on the way!" my rhythms juvenile like me. If I was old enough to buy liquor, I'd drink it too, but they don't have to be mean. This isn't the first time I've been here, and it with every village, I feel like all hope is lost. I ask myself why anybody would want to start trouble when we have Madame Blanche as our leader. My purpose is easily fulfilled when it comes to her having the seat. Instead of doing the usual, and coming alone, I decided to bring somebody along. He's one of the newer Genin within our ranks, but I wouldn't mind working under him, so to show my gratitude, I'd stop before the door of the wooden shack where the mission would begin. "We're here, sir!" my tone was almost loud enough to overshadow the banter of the foolish beast waiting for us to enter, but only my captain could hear me. "What's the next move, sir?" I brought my hand to my head for a salute.

[riberiooooo]

Key: 
Thoughts

"Walking, that takes effort, Running that takes effort however restraint takes no effort at all." What a load of rubbish who ever writes these quotes is off his head, honestly, this is what was going through Barry's mind as he was reading a small leaflet based on inspirations in life and he was not amused. He slowly started to clench his fists whilst reading the leaflet, eventually crushing it into a ball then being stuffed into a pocket underneath his overcoat. As the strong winds of Kusa blew through Barry's crimson hair he soon realised his hair must be tied up if worse comes to worse, so he took a hairband out of his back pocket then tied up his hair. Once they arrived to the bar Barry heard the other Gennin say "We're here, sir!", He'd look down to his partner who had been known as "Kawaii" "Please, call me Barry, sir is used for superiors, we're partners, equal, no one is more dominant than the other, also thank you for the politeness" Barry would walk over to the door, about to push it open as the other Gennin said "What's the next move sir?", "I'd suggest sitting down, I'll order some juice and we'll wait for troublemakers, I'll go in first and you look over my shoulder with some jutsu at the ready".

Words : 225

[Kawaii]

"Yes, sir!" I responded to my leader with valor. I didn't know he liked playing pretend, but we needed people like him. Taking steps behind Barry, my hands lowered to my satchel where my equipment rested. Looking around the room, my gaze was intense, though, due to my size, I doubt anybody would notice. I was taught not to stare for too long, so as we reached the front desk, I tried to break wind with my superior. "You sure they have juice here?" I had been thirsty for awhile, and need to attend to my thirst.

[riberiooooo]

                 

As I entered the building a smell infiltrated my nose, the smell of...lowlifes, not all of the people in the bar are lowlifes, some just like to go out with buddies and drink but there was certainly some scum in here however this is a minor village, everything seems to be a lot less strict here rather than Konoha, however I don't mind it, It allows for some amazing missions. I took off my scarf as I took one foot into the bar, then proceeding to wrap it around my thighs to act as a belt almost, as the little one asked if I was sure that they sold juice here I merely replied in a hushed tone 

"If not we can just get some milkshakes" my hand would then go into the gennin's hair as I ruffle it with a smirk on my face. I'd point the kid in the direction of an empty table"Take a seat, I'll get the milkshakes or juice". I'd then wander over to the bar as I put some ryo on the table,"I'll have two of something that a minor can drink, preferably juice" I'd then lean up against the bar, keeping an eye out for anyone attempting funny business or something of the sort. A few minutes in there'd be no signs of hooligans, just a bunch of drunks, the bartender handed me two apple juices in pint glasses, I then proceeded to go over to the table I had pointed out earlier to the small gennin... 

Word Count: 250

Ooc note: when the going gets tough, expect 500 word posts from me. 

[Estilo]

N A R R A T O R

The doors to the establishment burst open, the silhouetted shadows of men casting their darkness onto the many wooden chairs and tables covering the main floor. Everyone in the popular Inn of Men turned their heads to see who was there-- then almost immediately turned away. The men entering this once calm and quiet establishment walked in, five bodies strong, their strides filled with unfounded swagger and a devil may care attitude. Dressed in leather jackets, steel-toed boots, and worn khakis, this posse seemed to be immediately recognizable to the locals. And, if you lived in Kusagakure no Sato long enough, you'd know just who they were. The Sons of Fuji, a low-level criminal organization pretending to be martial arts enthusiasts.

One of them knocks down a chair as he enters, while another shoves you (Barry) off their path as they pass by, headed straight to the bar's counter for drinks. The 'clink' of chains can be heard rattling as they walk, these metal constraints hanging out from their pockets, meant to be more of an intimidation than anything else. Not surprisingly, it seems to have its effect on the bartender. "Aye, barkeep!" The alpha of this posse shouts, slamming a gloved hand on the counter. "Bring us some drinks, or we'll pay your old lady a visit!" Two of them saunter over to the pool table at the corner of the room, while the other three take their seats at the stools. Their aggressive nature, and foul horseplay, is bound to bring the Inn of Men some trouble tonight.