Post by Akodo Setai on Nov 8, 2013 13:49:20 GMT -5
He stood outside all the buildings, walking the streets, gentle steps. No one who walked by looked at each other, there was an air of distrust and anger constantly in the air.
The man leaned again the street light smoking a pipe, large clouds bellowing from his mouth and pipe. A smell of honey in the air from the pipe smoke, he watched the different buildings for everyday people walking to different places rare smiles or laughs.
Today he was looking for someone, but he wasn't sure if she would pass by here. He got lost in the big city being originally from the countryside as a child, the city always held some sort of interesting spark. He could never put his finger on what it was but there was definitely some strange things going on, with the war and all of the latest events things were strange to say the least.
Though he was glad to be rid of all the head hunters no longer on his trail needing to work towards different goals for the village then hunting a missing nin.
Times were different now though, after all the Mizukage did ask him to come, he wondered where she was. Probably busy, not enough time for him this evening, it was OK. He glanced once again down the streets, he was used to people going about their lives in a hurried fashion like insects, buzzing here or there.
But every once in a while he would see a small glimmer of life in an otherwise boring and dieing part of people.
He pulled out a brush and wrote something on the light pole he stood against. Taking a deep drag of his pipe he finished his writing and was rather amused with himself.
-frozen time inside
-memories don’t see the light
-dreams are the escape
He walked away from the lightpole across the street, he would see if anyone would even take a moment to stop and look. At least for a few moments before he continued down the road to his destination.
The man leaned again the street light smoking a pipe, large clouds bellowing from his mouth and pipe. A smell of honey in the air from the pipe smoke, he watched the different buildings for everyday people walking to different places rare smiles or laughs.
Today he was looking for someone, but he wasn't sure if she would pass by here. He got lost in the big city being originally from the countryside as a child, the city always held some sort of interesting spark. He could never put his finger on what it was but there was definitely some strange things going on, with the war and all of the latest events things were strange to say the least.
Though he was glad to be rid of all the head hunters no longer on his trail needing to work towards different goals for the village then hunting a missing nin.
Times were different now though, after all the Mizukage did ask him to come, he wondered where she was. Probably busy, not enough time for him this evening, it was OK. He glanced once again down the streets, he was used to people going about their lives in a hurried fashion like insects, buzzing here or there.
But every once in a while he would see a small glimmer of life in an otherwise boring and dieing part of people.
He pulled out a brush and wrote something on the light pole he stood against. Taking a deep drag of his pipe he finished his writing and was rather amused with himself.
-frozen time inside
-memories don’t see the light
-dreams are the escape
He walked away from the lightpole across the street, he would see if anyone would even take a moment to stop and look. At least for a few moments before he continued down the road to his destination.
