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Hm. What an interesting fellow... The three hunks at the bar appeared to all know each other quite well, and it was always a sight to see bros hanging out together at the club. It made me realize that while they entered the club for entertainment purposes, I was working at the club instead of going out myself and having fun. I guess I did not have a group of friends that I surrounded myself with in Kumogakure. The feeling of being lonely was growing more tiresome as the days went by, even though it took my best efforts to fight that emotion off. Their joyous laughter; the way they could just glance at one another and know exactly what was on their mind, it was just a beautiful friendship to say the least. I craved to have an intimate relationship with someone--someone real.

Ah, so that one's name is Chekhov. Though I appeared to be idly awaiting for their orders, I was also attentively listening to all that I could around the bar. I had learned that the one who initiated the need for drinks name was Chekhov, definitely a foreign name around Kumogakure. Though his friend had called him a spaz, the next guy that began speaking seemed to be even more eccentric than the first. I began giggling at the sight of these excited men, it was kind of cute. Even though they were adults, they still wanted to have a good time and just let their inner-child self out. My eyes darted around the room as I noticed the club was nearly reaching its maximum occupancy within fifteen minutes of opening. It was almost time. Letting out a soft sigh, I also observed that the quiet crimson haired man sitting at the bar began to smile, even laugh with his bros. Whatever was holding him back from having a good time was no longer a factor now.

A gloved hand shot up in the air signally for my undivided attention for a drink. It was from that rather mysterious man, and lucky for him I loved solving a good mystery. I thought about all of the options that I could have done to answer his request, and of course I chose the exact opposite. Grinning towards the customer, my right petite arm extended to meet his own hand in the air, grabbing his gloved hand and sliding my fingers in between his--cuffing our hands together if he didn't resist. It was a rather shocking move, but we were in a club so everyone should have already known to expect the unexpected. Using my left hand, I would grip the bar's surface to help lift myself onto the top of the bar. My position on the counter would be crouching with my legs both straight and turned the the left, that way no one could see up my dress. I wanted to be somewhat eye level with this man before I began to speak to him, it was only proper, right?

"Just a pint, my dear good Sir? Oh no, you're going to need more than that. On second thought, way more than that! Do you know what tonight is?" I arched my neck up higher towards the ceiling as I began to laugh wholeheartedly. I bit my bottom lip and let my hands slide out of his hands, (if he had allowed for me to cuff them together), and then begin to straighten myself to be fully standing on the bar counter. I figured people were getting tired of my antics, but they had no idea what they were in store for. "Does anyone know what tonight is?!" I yelled to everyone that was at the bar-area. "Tonight, I want everyone on the dance-floor, we're going to get fucked up!" The two ladies behind me began to take the orders and quickly shuffle the drinks out to the guest that requested them, including the pint of beer for that crimson lad. I would crouch down, still remaining on-top of the counter before softly speaking to the man.

"The party is over there." I didn't budge a muscle, or even point at the direction of what I was referring to. My eyes remained on his, and then it flickered swiftly towards my left, and then back to his eyes. I had hoped he understood the hint. Smiling to him, I leaped backwards off of the counter so I was standing behind the bar counter, and would exit the bar to go to the dance floor and take the stage. Brushing through the crowded dance floor, I'd have Christine, whom was wearing a devilish red top with a sexy black skirt, lifted me onto an elevated platform where we began to gyrate against a pole. Sticking our tongues out at the men that surrounded us, we were definitely enjoying our night so far.

It was kind of ironic, really. While Hayline was busy slicing people and severely damaging them, it appeared as though Kaeor didn't really care to do any sort of bloody thirsty deeds. Perhaps he was more of a softie than she had originally thought? Dispelling her technique, her crystal blades would shatter into the air and begin to glisten in the wind. Oh well, the deed was done and they were dealt with as promised. Hearing a rather loud yell, Hayline could only wonder why he was screaming her name in such a weird fashion. What could he want now..? She wasn't sure if he was worried about her well-being, or if he was going to scorn her for being overly aggressive, but regardless, those trouble-makers won't be up to trouble for a very long time. Casually walking up to the Chuunin, she would softly ask him, "How did we do?" It wasn't much of a question, considering the task was fairly simple, but she thought it would be nice of her to ask.

Giggling slightly at the entrance of the Chuunin, Hayline decided to have a little fun with her deceitful "slip." Tilting her head slightly to the right, she would allow for her long golden locks to fall towards the ground. It was an odd stance, but it was to the young blond it was her typical position. A smirk appeared on her face as Kaeor distracted the hooligans for only but a moment. Crouching down towards the earth, the shinobi began to conjure her spiritual energy into her feet and propel herself forward to the closest enemy in her sight about a little more than three meters.

With a swing of her right arm, she would attempt to swipe at the gang member's back, hoping to land a direct hit and critically wound his spinal cord -- leaving him helpless. Once she had done that, she would grip his body with her right arm, and use his body to push herself rightward into the second enemy, launching herself like a pinball machine. Using her left arm, she would then swipe right at this enemy. With no weapon in hand, if he had tried to block her attack, he would be cut severely, and dodging at this close range would prove to be near impossible. She had hoped that Kaeor would take care of the others while she was dealing with a few of the grunts.

It was a simple technique, but the mastery over such an advanced element was the true beauty of it all-- and it appeared as though the Chuunin was thoroughly impressed with her ability. It was a rare feat, for a genin to possess such powers and wield them effectively at such a young age. However, the young lady had never felt as though she was particular talented; just lucky and well-trained in some regards. There was still much for her to do and luckily her sensei had paired her up with Kaeor, someone whom must have a great range of experience to help mold her into a better Chuunin. Even though she was overly enthusiastic about participating in a spree of B-ranked missions, she was a little bit nervous as well.

This was her chance to showcase all that she had learned from the academy and a small bit of her post-academy life. She was not necessarily being graded on her abilities or usefulness on missions, she still wanted to know for herself that she was of great use and helped contributing to the missions completion status. Walking behind her leader, she would follow him into the ghetto of Kumogakure. The houses were smaller in sized compared to the rest of the citizens, and also they did not have much of an elegance appearance to them. Many of the windows had wooded nailed to the other side of it so you couldn't break into their homes, and the roads were absolutely filthy with litter and a strange stench. Softly whispering, the young genin would ask, "She would spy around this area on the roof tops for potential threats? Maybe we'd get a better view of this area at more than one location faster..?"

Once again, Hayline got far too ahead of herself. She got so caught up in the fact that she was finally going to be completing her first dangerous mission, she forgot to properly introduce herself to her partner, and superior. Still running, she would hear Kae to tell her to slow down. Reluctant at first, the blond would then begin to decrease her speed slightly in order to ensure that he wouldn't be too upset at her for taking the lead. Unbeknownst to her, a brute force would tug at her being encouraging her to stop. Catching her breath, the genin would firmly stand tall as she observed Kaeor introduce himself formally to her. She wasn't a big fan of introductions, but this time would have to be the exception she supposed. He was in charge of the missions, after-all.

Extending her hand to him, she would cheerily smile and say, "The name is Hayline! My sensei told me about us being paired to do missions together, so I decided to go ahead and do the paperwork for us. Even though we are about to head into a dangerous territory, I believe you and I should be able to quickly dispose of them." It wasn't her being cocky about the mission, but perhaps they could prepare some sort of tactic to help them defeat the members of the gang? In most situations, Hayline would be the most strategically trained shinobi when it came to missions but, there was something that was truly motivating her to go head on first against those brutes.