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Post by Tomue Senshou on Oct 21, 2006 16:08:20 GMT -5
It was around noon in Konoha's market, the market itself not just the area, and it was a rather busy day. There were various stalls set up in the space, the loud yelling of people trying to attract customers and the equally as loud yelling of customers trying to get some attention. The crowd was a sea of bodies, people elbowing and forcing their way through as pickpockets made their way through, slipping hands in and out of pockets with their illegal prizes.
However, between two stalls was a rather large, dilapidated cardboard box. And inside this box lay a sleeping, or at least he appeared so, man. There was a ragged, brown cloak thrown over him. It had rested on one of the nearby stalls and it's owner had felt a bit of pity on the sleeping figure. It was both unwanted and unneeded, though. Sen had little need for it. He had a pretty decent sized bed at home.
The roar of the crowd almost drowned out the music playing into Sen's ears as he wondered on how much longer he'd be waiting for his team. He'd been out earlier in the morning, something like 4 AM, and had left messages at each Genin's household. It went something like:
To The Members Of Team 4, If you're a bit slow, that means you. You're on Team 4. Come to the market at 12:30. I'll be waiting.
Tomue Senshou
Sen's arm turned under the cloth, pulling a metal stopwatch out his pocket and bringing up into the light. 'Should be about another ten minutes,' he thought, sliding it back into his pocket. He smiled under the cloth, wondering how long it'd take them to actually find him. In this crowd, it wouldn't be a low number.
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Post by Inuzuka Houkou on Oct 24, 2006 12:46:16 GMT -5
(Not sure if there was supposed to be a particular order >.>)
To The Members Of Team 4, If you're a bit slow, that means you. You're on Team 4. Come to the market at 12:30. I'll be waiting.
Tomue Senshou
Houkou eyed the note over and over again, its message was a little odd to say the least, but in all honestly she didn’t really mind, for she had finally been assigned to a team. The Inuzuka ran to the market like an exuberant child; of which she naturally was. Murasaki followed closely behind, but as the crowds grew denser she soon decided it would be best to jump into her master’s hood to avoid getting separated.
A thin set of pupils scanned the busy area and narrowed somewhat…he said the market…but what part of the market did he mean exactly? Houkou huffed to herself, wishing the note had been a little more specific. She ended up wondering around for some time, occasionally getting distracted by pretty ornaments and trinkets on the stalls…until Muraksai’s barks interrupted, and reminded the Inuzuka of what she was actually supposed to be doing.
“Ah! I totally lost track of time!”
She may have said that, but Houkou still managed to get distracted by another stall, and ended up buying Murasaki a few treats, it was the only time the ninken didn’t complain about her master’s lack of focus. Perhaps finding her sensei was supposed to be a challenge, a little mission…that seemed to spur Houkou on some more, and it was only then that an idea cropped into the genin’s head.
She reached for the note on her pocket and lifted it to Murasaki’s nose. The ninken immediately jumped down after taking in its scent, scrunching up her nose and sniffing all the while. It wasn’t long before Houkou was following her dog, and wondering why she hadn’t thought of doing this in the first place.
Murasaki soon stopped in front of a white haired man (which at the time seemed odd since he didn’t look old), she barked a little, causing Hokou to stop in front of him and almost skidding in the process. She crouched down to pat her ninken on the head “Good job Murasaki.” She offered before standing again, smiling broadly at the man in front of her. “You must be my new sensei…” She said while placing her hands on her hips and offering him a grin that flashed the whites of her canines “I’m Inuzuka Houkou.”
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Post by Akimichi Cho on Oct 28, 2006 8:33:50 GMT -5
She was almost out of the door, slipped past ever so sneakily using her newly acquired skills of stealth until-
“Where do you think you’re going, Akimichi Cho?”
Cho flinched at the tone of her mother’s voice and the way she pronounced her full name with her family name first. Family name first meant that Cho wasn’t just acting for herself, but for the whole family by doing this absurd act.
“To the market… to meet my team…” Cho answered quietly. It was the truth anyway, but Cho could already guess the eruption that would follow.
“Not dressed like that you don’t!”
She knew it. Knew that her mother hated for Cho to be wearing black clothes, and right now, Hotaru was describing in very fine detail why they were depressing clothes and how absurd they made her look.
“Honestly, do you really think I should go back to Chuunin duty since you think our income is low and we can’t afford nice clothes? What is with that hair of yours? Hanging like a mop in front of your face! Why bother to grow it long if you can’t look after it? ”
Cho stayed silent, knowing it was a rhetorical question and let her mother shout on about how hard she tried to sew the nice coloured tunics or look for warm and durable fabrics or how she was the only one who actually cared how Cho looked. Cho couldn’t help frowning. It was because of her looks that she was wearing this black ensemble, to make her look inconspicuous and her hair should cover her face, otherwise people would look at her and Cho didn’t really want that. However, she did as her mother said in the end anyway, because Cho didn’t really like arguing with her mum when she was like that… and even when she did put the other clothes on, her mum only looked half in approval, tugging at Cho’s auburn hair and making it into a tight ponytail at the back.
Cho walked out, shutting the door behind her as her mum said some more things but she pretended that she was too far out of hearing distance to really hear what her mum said. When Cho knew she was out of sight as well, she tugged out the band from her hair and let them cover half her face again. It was better seeing half a fat face than a full on round face.
She sighed and walked as slowly as she could, to avoid bumping into other ninja, through the marketplace, looking around for her Sensei. The piece of paper was in her hands as if to put it away meant that she’d never find him. Either way, it was looking like a hard task anyway, since she couldn’t find someone who looked like they were waiting for a team—well, certainly nothing like the academy instructors that she was used to seeing. Cho was far too shy to approach any more people after she’d mistakenly thought someone was Tomue Senshou-Sensei, and she didn’t want a repeat of that awkwardness.
She realised with growing panic that she’d be more than late, even though she’d set out with enough time to arrive a few minutes earlier. He or she had not made it clear where to meet by the marketplace, so she had to comb down the rough linear layout of the marketplace. There were some stray stalls further down, but only junk was near there. She doubted any of those stall holders, or the ‘poor man’ sleeping on the boxes could know about her Sensei.
It was only when she saw a girl with fangs streaked on her face; an identical piece of paper in her hand, that she thought it’d be wise to follow the girl.
“Good job Murasaki.” She offered before standing again, smiling broadly at the man in front of her. “You must be my new sensei…”
That only confirmed that she was indeed going to be on her team. Team 4. “An Inuzuka… it must be nice to have a comrade like her ninja dog. There is no chance of being lonely…” Cho thought as she hesitantly moseyed into the area that the white haired man, the girl and the dog were. Cho didn’t really want to declare her presence, but it would seem rude not to say anything. She didn’t want to set a bad impression on the first day.
“G-good afternoon.” She stammered, already feeling the embarrassing heat behind her neck and ears, lowering her head further to avoid eye contact. “I-I am… team four that… uhm…” She lowered her head further, glad her hair was covering her fast-becoming red face.
Way to go for first impressions.
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