Save Me [P]

Mission:

The peaceful morning was interrupted by the shrill call of the alarm clock which sat not far away from a bed on which a blanket-covered body laid still. Five seconds into the alarm which filled the room, the blanket which laid peacefully floated for a split second. Kicking away the piece of cloth, the blanket was strewn across the bed. Poor blankie; what has it ever done to deserve such treatment? Now that the blanket was out of the way, what sat in its place was something completely different; in place of the blanket was a girl, Ayumi, to be exact. Her head hung low, causing her bangs to fall across her face, ultimately hiding it away. Covering her mouth as a yawn escaped past her lips, the kunoichi was frozen as she sat on her bed. She was then busy having a staring contest with the sheet which covered her mattress. Off to a great start, don’t you think?

Anyway, after she was done wasting time, the girl gingerly got out of bed. Quickly making her bed, the female picked up her pace. It was time to get ready; shower, brush her teeth, get dressed, eat, the boring stuff. About half an hour later, she was ready to start her day. Sending off a message to her teammates, the girl would make her way to the village gates. It was the day where the death angel would come to greet the members of Team whatever-their-name-was and take them away to a place far away. Just kidding. It was the day where the team will venture outside the gates of Konohagakure and go on an adventure; whether it'd be exciting or boring, that’d be up to the person. Leaning against the wall, she sat in the shade as she await for the arrival of her teammates. You see, she received a little something something from the Hokage (or someone) who decided to assign her team on a mission. All they had to do was escort the Jounin to the Daimyo and ward off attacks at all costs. Seemed simple, but would it really be that simple?

Pursing her lips, she stared off into space. It seemed like a good idea to relax while waiting for the arrival of the her teammates. Long behold, two minutes into her relaxing session, the kunoichi sensed an individual heading towards her. Sneaking a glance towards said individual, she was greeted by a man whose face seemed familiar. Do I know him? the girl wondered as she greeted him back. Together, the two would await for the arrival of the others who would accompany them on the mission.

A thin stream of pale grey smoke slithered its way from the edge of Kisuke's cigarette as he lent forward with his arms crossed on the railing of his apartment balcony. His drenched hair hanging heaving on his head from the shower he just finished, the young Uchiha wore nothing but his boxers as he enjoyed the cool breeze brush up against his bare skin. Letting the his cigarette slowly burn away while staring off into the distance, the Uchiha was in a deep trance,  thinking very intensely about his life, the path he was heading down and what he wanted from his future when finally something he had been waiting for for a long time arrived.

A knock on his front door broke his concentration and tore him from his trance. Plucking the cigarette from his lips, Kisuke would step into his kitchen and squish the cigarette into a perfectly placed ashtray resting on a counter right beside the door. Walking across the kitchen straight to his front door, practically crossing his entire apartment Kisuke would kneel down to pick up a parchment that had been slipped under his door. Knowing exactly what it was he began heading towards his room as he opened it and read what his task for today was. 

Not to long after Kisuke was out of his apartment and ready to roll. Sporting his usual leather black jacket, a white t under the unzipped jacket, black pants and black boots with a weapon pouch hidden under the waist line of the jacket, Kisuke tightened the Konoha headguard around his waist. With a freshly lit cigarette dangling at the edge of his lips and his hands deep in his jacket pockets, with slouched shoulders Kisuke nonchalantly dragged himself across the village. Before reaching the designated village Kisuke caught sight of two people, one clearly Ayumi standing alongside a stranger, probably who they'd be escorting. Throwing his his cigarette and popping in a mint before reaching them, upon his arrival Kisuke would nod and say "Ayumi sensei." Leaning his right shoulder on the opened gate Kisuke would turn his attention to the stranger and said "Uchiha Kisuke." And that was all he'd get as an introduction.  

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Sorry Sento but this is a nope. 

Once you NPC a character you lose all rights and privileges over them. Including the ability to RP them.

The hidden leaf village was changing and not for the better. The old hokage was missing and then replaced by the lady Kirino had sparred with. There were promotions given in the hidden sand that did not begin to even make sense. Ayame was made a chuunin, not like Kirino would ever follow her orders, she was the weakest of the weak. Along with Orokana, also promoted to chuunin before defecting the village. Once, the white-haired girl made her escape from this living hell hole, she would track that bastard down and remove his spine.

These events were what lead to Kirino’s current state of a hangover. Bottles sat on her nightstand from the previous day and the sunlight creeping through the windows, woke the girl up. Putting her hand in front of her face to block the rays the girl would rise with a grumble. I need to stop taking pages out of Kotsuzui’s handbook. She would think, but she had thought that many times in the previous days.

Picking up the bottles and heading to the trash can, the girl would hear a knock on her door. Ugh, go away I’ve already done more missions than probably anyone else in the village. Kirino would rub her temples and turn the knob with the other hand. She wouldn’t say anything just stare menacingly, until the guy got uncomfortable enough to just hand her the note.

Popping some aspirin, Kirino would open the letter and read it. She and the team were to escort someone and the meeting time was soon, just enough time to take a shower and hope that the medicine kicked in.


After, her hygiene was taken care of Kirino would head to the meeting spot and wave. ”Morning.” She didn’t say good morning because well it wasn’t one. All she knew was that there was a rush she needed greater than alcohol to feel normal again, taking a life. ”I am Kirino.”

WC: 326