Kutari Does More Busywork(P)

Sat Sep 15, 2018 3:20 am

Mission:

A life incorporating petty theft and violence would be a constant reality for the young Uchiha as he reviewed his activities leading up to the contract to be had. A peculiar day in that it comprised of little efforts or actions he had to tend to, in fact compared to his average day it was a truly peaceful experience, a fact that was unsettling upon the mind of Kutari. The idea of having an entire day without mischief or duties to take care of was an unorthodox reality, at times wondering if it was truly a reality, hoping in fact it all to be a lengthy dream. Unlike many who would daydream about a day similar to his own so far recapping on the bright blue sky dangling various puffs of clouds throughout its exterior and little to no errands to run, it would be almost a hellish day for the young boy as he had only but time to reflect on himself and his current thoughts which would be prominently cloudy throughout his mind.

The impending reality would set in that the young boy continued to try and flee away from as he would walk the streets of the black market just like any day, though this one incorporating a lustful whiff of longevity and peace. At first, it would remain unclear to him the vacancy of his attendance be it to take on a contract or to beat up some hooligans that decided to prey on him, oblivious of such a nature as he walked the streets. Though as time lingered on and he looked upon the vast amount of time he had to allocate and utilize for himself, the truth remained clear that he all but had no clue of what to do for that day, his typical busy schedule finding a longing effect of vacancy which would bring Kutari into an inner moment of silence, though from this silence the conscious efforts of the boy would springfree as his own demons made their presence known to him as he had nowhere else to run. The topic of identity and acceptance of oneself being a typical discussion in his mind as the unknown knowledge would continuously ring within his ears, drowned out by the work he had to do and efforts of his person to stick to finishing jobs. Though with such a necessary distraction teetered on, his true persona would make itself aware as he walked the streets of the scumful black market, recongizing the various lives that seemed to be handled just fine. Families and lovers alike, friends sprinting throughout the market causing mischief or simply enjoying one another’s time, the noticeable enjoyment of life’s most purest apparitions and social successions which Kutari was completely oblivious to, losing grip with such a necessary instrument for a functioning human long ago. He’d compare the various elaborate canvases which made up every human being he could notice during the daylight as he pondered upon the numbing emptiness which uncomfortably settled within his soul.

The involuntary pain which beckoned his person would be all but clear as he traversed the streets, walking with no true direction as he crept deeper and deeper into his mind, reliving the various horrors and mayhem which laid within his quake. A lost soul unable to escape from the wretched hell that would continue to antagonize him, despite having such time away from his previous life, the scars would surely remain as the paranoia continues to sway him to it’s resolve. He’d question who he was, how he was meant to operate and if all that he worked for up until this point would be for naught, a constant lingering sensation of disappointment as he was nothing more then another person’s puppet, a toy that somehow got away from it’s owner. The very thought of being the creation of another, unable to even claim ownership of his own livelihood, a constant generator of anger and unease as he was aware of the leash which still bound him even to this day. He’d grudgingly look toward his left arm to observe the physical mark that acted as a reminder of the true ownership of such property, a simple piece within an elaborate game that he never wished to partake in, yet was forced beyond his will to do so. The child that was alive but seven years ago would no longer be around, replaced but a much darker and hysterical individual that failed to resemble the original, a form of relief crossing his mind knowing his parents would never have to observe such a reality.

The Uchiha would continue to spiral deeper into thought before accidentally bumping into one of the people who resided within the streetway, happening upon such a conclusion dwindling his efforts of evading the coming wave of individuals. A moment’s time to snap out of the torture which inhabited his heart, he’d quickly gain control by making an intention to work himself blind as he headed straight towards one of the typical contract outlets he visited, putting work on his mind to escape for the time being, knowing it only to be a temporary fix to the overshadowing issue at large. This cycle would never let up, unable to come to terms with his past and the failure in classifying who he was, still within a layer of games as he tried to fight for his own freedom, he’d peer off to do the bidding of another contractor, anything to escape from such a reality.

It took no time at all to take a mission at hand, expecting a contract so soon and to get his hands on the payout would require him to take one of the more timid and petty ranked missions, specifically one which targeted various valuable citizens which were in the immediate area, finding prizes and items that could be sold for a fair price. His job was simple: acquire these various items, and he’d get paid for the work. Kutari wondered if the job was even worth doing in theory, the amount of pay potentially to be had likely being greater than the contract’s completion currency, surely the contractor didn’t incorporate a commission rate as well for his hard work so it was more or less a scam. Luckily, Kutari knew the people would probably refrain from tailing him and making sure he paid the right amount, and besides the contractor seemed to leave out exactly what or how much it was he needed to bring back. The trickster easily having holes in his own plan, Kutari took the opportunity as he would now go so low as committing petty theft, wishing he could at least gotten a higher ranked mission with more action, though with the recent events it may had been best to keep to this light activity for the time being.

Kutari would leave the storefront as he made his way towards the streets once again, knowing full well what needed to be done. Pickpocket the more luxurious looking individuals, and leave the small fry to the more scummy thieves, though that isn’t to say he was going for the most high profile people in the market as he was no fool. Aware of his surroundings and knowing how fickle money could be, the likelihood of individuals daunting around real merchandise would be ludicrous, whoever fell prey to such obvious ploys would surely get pulled into an alleyway to never be seen again, the predator being the true prey the entire time. Though Kutari was quite confident in his ability to take down such people, the payout would likely be low in actuality, and he was no saint or hero for anyone, leaving the sharks to continue their swimming.

Keeping a quota to snatch what he could and keep various pockets lighter then what they needed to be, he’d begin by taking a few bits of coin from casual looking chumps he “accidentally” bumped into, making an effort to linger a while longer in his exchange to get the handfuls and such, using his various pockets and even jutsu to stash the funds as he made his rounds. The contractor said he wanted valuables from upper class citizens, whatever that meant in these parts anyway. Kutari would go about continuing his efforts even as he shopped himself, browsing various lines of gear or simple trinkets and making an attempt to establish a lingering eye as he unhooked charms and more unique merchandise from his victims. The task in of itself would be tedious and boring, the streets of these parts were so bad pickpocketing would be of the norm, not like anyone tried to stop you if you were caught. It was expected of anyone traveling during the day in such an area that your pockets would be a bit lighter by the days end, Kutari was simply following the ideology and making sure the rumors stayed true, surely they brought more cash in accordance to knowing their pockets would become lighter, as if that hurt anybody.

As he neared the end of his runs, he would begin to take more risky gains as he stole parts from people’s bodies or attachments like bracelets or nice watches as they passed by him, slipping in and out in his interactions to make sure he got the right “valuables” as he kept the majority of it for himself. Not as if you could expect much from these people anyhow, they all seemed to be quite poor in the end. As he neared one of his final targets, he would spot the boy that actually bumped into him earlier in the day, maybe a hour or two beforehand. He was browsing a rather interesting set of knives as Kutari walked up beside him, deciding to give the kid a scare as he began to pocket the various valuables on him and his own pockets.

Instantly seeing the boy, he would aim to confront him from his previous actions as if they were wrong in any circumstance, when in fact it truly saved Kutari from himself. Flawing the boy for having the audacity of bumping into him without even apologizing, and even going far as to push the kid around as an “example” of the ferocity that he bumped into him. He was around the age of Kutari, maybe even older as his nervous eyes would dart around as he recognized the situation he was in, unable to notice the various ornaments and ryo missing from his person as this all continued. His eyes reflected the many faces looking away as they saw the altercation and wished to stay away from the entirety of its business, wanting a peaceful day on the contrary of Kutari’s interests. Before long, Kutari would begin to shake the kid down for his belongings, even so much that the poor boy began to give away his backpack and cloak as he ran off. Kutari, feeling as if he gained a significant amount of merchandise in this transaction, would begin to return to where he gained the contract as he fished through the various belongings he wanted to give away and keep for himself.

It would be a quick and easy attempt, mainly due to the availability of the contract and it’s vague circumstances, he gave off some items in abundance that seemed to look worth a thing or two, and got his money in hand surely enough. They’d look through the items and bat their eyes once or twice before handing off the money, Kutari already feeling the belongings and treasures he’s happened upon the slums for the day. Another day of dishonest work, Kutari would begin to head out as the day was still at large, a moment’s time to clear his head from the faults of his own conscious, and a numbing pain that overwashed him constantly would be all that remained as he walked away with more currency and an even deeper hole within the vacant canvas which held him together.

WC: 2013

[Exit]

Claiming 1000 Ryo and 3 AP
Use 1k of WC to get 2 Corpse Storage Scroll
Using other 1k for Hidden Arms

Sat Sep 15, 2018 6:05 am

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