Tell Me A Story [SL]
Jan 30, 2012 22:37:43 GMT -8
Post by Hermit on Jan 30, 2012 22:37:43 GMT -8
The sun and the wind, acting in tandem, were oppressing every living thing that moved throughout Kaze no Kuni. The heat from the first was stirred, not abated, by the second and the whole of the outdoors seemed like a sweltering vortex. Kiri nin were often depressed because of the rain but no shinobi could out drink a native of the Hidden Sand. The environment and the attitudes it manufactured made the body long for something to provide relief and escape. Born from this liver rotting scenario, several taverns had sprouted up within the borders of the Wind Country and their doors were open day and night. There was a particular establishment nearly thirty kilometers from Sunagakure no Sato that rested in the center of a crossroad. The famous land mark was known simply as Chuggers and it served a variety of clientele with the only discriminating factor being the ability to pay. Often times, the doormen would allow people who were not of age to enter just so that they could toss them out after they had paid for a drink.
One such teenager, who went by the name of Sangai, had been admitted with his false ID escorting a working girl who was fresh off the end of her shift. The red light district ladies had an understanding with the management of Chuggers; for every underage customer they brought in there would be a previously arranged amount of alcohol set aside for them at the bar. Some of the more aggressive strumpets never had to pay for a drink, like the one who'd brought Sangai, and due to their lucrative arrangement with the tavern they were allowed to ply their trade inside the parlor area near the rear of the building. Time had run out for Sangai, the bartender had pocketed the young man's ryo and gone away- supposedly to fetch his drink- but a large bouncer type goon was the only thing that returned. A brief explanation was attempted but the thug had little time to waste, he was planning to make arrangements with one of the fresh girls in the back, so he decided to make short work of kid. A choke hold was applied and utilized masterfully to hoist the boy from his seat at the bar and raise him, gurgling and squirming, into the air then carry him toward the door.