Mission.
Aug 10, 2011 7:06:40 GMT -8
Post by Sana on Aug 10, 2011 7:06:40 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;] TAG PART II Fleeing would be a bad idea, he was a Nara, and immobilizing people were his speciality. Not that he was planning on letting them get to the point of fleeing in the first place, no, upon finding these brats he planned on sneaking up on them from the shadows and capture them before they had a chance to move. It was harder to capture moving brats, and children always had so much energy it was a real pain in the ass to deal with them when they were bouncing the walls. It was better to get them off-guard while they were unsuspecting, and hopefully they hadn’t been chased too much as it was, or they would be on guard and harder to approach. Wouldn’t that be a shame? For a Genin not to be able to sneak up on some academy students that failed to graduated. It wasn’t that Shinya cared whether he could or not, shame meant nothing to him, but his mother might see things in a different light. Perhaps he weren’t the next heir to the Nara clan, perhaps his father weren’t a particularly impressive ranked Shinobi but his mother sure wouldn’t accept him being such a lowly genin as to be below an academy student in skill level. Well he did expect there to be a genius academy student out there that could surpass him, but these were failed graduates. The next wall he came to was painted red, green and yellow with several profanities spewed across the surface of the flower-shop wall, cursing Shinobi and the academy teachers that ’caused them to fail’, as he assumed they thought. Oh there were always idiots like this, who blamed everything on everyone else. He brought his hand out and placed his fingers against the paint before bringing them up to the level of his chest, looking down at his fingers; the paint was semi-wet. A faint smile formed on his pale face; he was getting closer to them now. Brushing his hand clean against his pants, Shinya ended up painting the black garment of his shorts colourful in the process, before he jumped up on the roof again and looked for his next stop. There; the shogi house. He bounced across and repeated the action he had with the last wall, putting his fingers against the wall only to pull them back to see his fingers painted in even wetter paint. He was getting closer, much closer now, but this had all been in vain when he notices the stone faces of the Hokage gradually becoming covered in all the colours of the rainbows and strange symbols. “Come on now…” He grumbled, placing the palm of his clean hand over his head in frustration. Why would they do something so obvious? Vandalizing the Hokage faces was guaranteed to give them attention, yes, but they’d be found out right away. On the other hand this was fortunate for him, now he knew where they were and could get to them sooner. In a rush he moved towards them, stopping only to hide in a bush a distance away as to not be discovered before he could count up their numbers. He could only hold 2 at a time, but if he could get them to hold onto each other that would let him hold four or even 5 at once. Template made by SANA » Tagged for N/A? |