It Was On a Discount! [P,NK pls - Dying to Gary]

Sat Sep 29, 2018 2:11 pm

Shot. Shot. Shot. "Okay, I guess you're kinda good." Kite mumbled under his breath, taking out a few ryo's out of his wallet, handing it to the woman standing beside him, wearing a red armor, her ginger hair tied into a ponytail. The most obvious detail about her look, however, was the giant bow she was holding. She took the money from Kite, winked, and left Kite alone to gaze upon the target that she hit bullseye three times. Kite leaned back, and looked up at the sky. "Huh.". His right hand was shaking, a habit he displayed when he was frustrated. He took out a kunai from his pouch and threw it over to the target. It barely hit, the kunai stuck to the edge. "YEAH!" he shouted, in the seemingly empty field, "SEE THAT?". He acted as if there was a crowd. There was none. Feeling at least just a little bit better about himself, Kite slowly walked over to the target, dancing shamelessly; skipping, moonwalking, and for the final meter, a backflip. As he landed, the hilt of the kunai scraped his back. Kite looked around to see if anyone noticed that. As far as he was aware, there was nobody around. He took the kunai out of the target and put it back into his pouch.

He realized he was still angry. He took out the arrows from the round wooden target, and broke them against his knee. He threw the broken remains down to the ground. Frustrated, he sat down to the ground. "Dammit." he mumbled, looking angrily at the sky in front of him. He looked at his hands, threw a few punches against the air (he hit the air like a Taijutsu master), sighed, then laid his head onto his hand, his arm supporting the weight by being balanced on his leg; almost recreating the pose of the Thinker, he kept watching the sky.

Sun Sep 30, 2018 3:20 pm

The ripple effect remained prominent within the sky, it’s unpigmented and fluffy exterior stretching out for miles as it controlled the majority of the skies in the black market on that day. Where the clouds would spread thin blossomed the blue textures which accompanied the afternoon’s daylight. A desirable day to happen upon as the lighthearted autumn air tickled the senses of those around ever so gently, a friendly reminder that the climate wished to offer a rewarded experience within its nature in the form of serenity.

It had taken some time for the conflicted Uchiha to begin his uncommon roaming antics, taking the time to explore the surroundings of his temporary home, feeling a compelling necessity to always be aware of what surrounded him and what attractions may benefit him in the future. Unlike most days which involved exploration during the night as he consistently failed to get adequate rest, this day he’d do it as the sunlight still held a strong grasp amongst the locals interpretation of the day’s stage, a consequence of improper planning as he finished most duties earlier than expected.

As the boy took a leisurely stroll down the mass forestry nearby, he would happen upon a peculiar event which he took the time to observe as he discovered a new terrain that he failed to be aware of beforehand, a meadow outstretched for quite some meters hidden amongst the forest he was currently exploring. The meadow would be have a sporadic ratio of grass to flowers as the flowers seemed to be consistently disrupted by the short greenery. Though despite the breathtaking view of the circular meadow while resided atop of a nearby tree, what peaked Kutari’s interest would be the chatter he was hearing to his right, quickly looking over to see a boy and a woman staring at a target board some meters away. Finding three arrows puncturing the same bullseye location easily painted across the board, the quick exchange of currency being coughed up by the boy would make all of it clear, some form of a bet occuring between the two as the girl soon left the boy to his lonesome. It would be quite obvious the boy was the one who sparked the deal, as if it was her own target board she’d take the thing with her, besides such a skilled marksman wouldn’t find it necessary to travel such a distance away from society simply to earn money for her own craft, if anything she’d wish to display her own skills and possibly boost her ego with the spectating of a crowd.

A long silence would commence as the boy seemed to embrace the quiet setting, in which Kutari would observe in solemn grace, watching the entirety of the individual and any sudden movements he picked up, such as his hand suddenly shaking which Kutari took as very strange. Though he understood everyone copes with stress or discontent in their own way, anger or resentment in this setting would typically come with their fist suddenly balling, not shaking hysterically as if he suddenly had an itch to kill. As he reached to retrieve an item from his pouch, Kutari would instantly be on his guard, knowing full well looks could be deceiving and he may possibly be aware of the Uchiha’s presence however that may be. Though instead of attempting to attack Kutari, he’d instead throw a kunai at the target board, likely being one of the most atrocious forms he’d ever witnessed as it barely hit the board itself, a pity as Kutari in his younger days watched 10 year olds do the same act, this person had to be older than him based on appearances alone.

The kunai would stick and Kutari would expect him to showcase emotions similar to disappointment as the throw would be revolting, though instead he’d yelp in joy, aiming to gain the approval of a crowd of people that wasn’t even there. He’d begin to dance and portray a plethora of actions that Kutari would classify of an idiotic madman, which fit perfectly with how he wanted to distance himself from society as he challenged the girl to hit the bullseye. As he finished his backflip, he even hit his own weaponry, easily able to discern it wasn’t intentional by any means, his coordination extremely flawed. A wave of disgust would rush through Kutari as he felt sickened to continue watching, he knew the people he lived around were for the most part malicious psychos and barbaric drunks, however this individual would display a new level of foolishness which Kutari never thought possible, surely a myth that could never be obtained. There he watched, corrected in his false assumptions that humanity couldn’t possible sink so low, losing a degree of respect for those around him and unable to ever restore anyone the benefit of the doubt.

The man would pluck whatever was left behind from the arrows and begin breaking them in half in a sudden tantrum, the brown haired teen sure that he suffered from some mental illness like bipolar disorder or possibly even maniac episodes, sure to be very cautious of the fellow and watch him with every circumstance. As his caution would be portrayed, a sensation related to boredom suddenly overwashed his body, the man below boring him with his childish actions alongside feeling no danger in his life. Looking back, his day was actually quite peaceful unlike the many he’s had, no random bandits or assassins trying to take his life or steal his possessions, no street fights or bar drama, this buffoon before him being the most action he’s gotten all day. A sly smile would creep along his face as his ambar eyes would glare with excitement, thoughts of toying with this poor individual and seeing his pitiful despair providing a level of euphoria Kutari wanted to exercise.

As the man began to sit down and look up to the sky, Kutari would already have moved from his position and be in the correct location for how he wanted to introduce himself to this odd individual, if he was able to survive at the very least. Planning to be stationed within the trees directly ahead of him as the forest would distinguish the beginning and end of the circular meadow, he’d be about 15 meters away from Kutari as he sat beside the target board. Throwing a few punches into the air, Kutari would begin to retrieve a kunai from his own weapon pouch as he looked towards his target and the distance between them, making sure there’d be no foilage or branches that would get in the way of his trajectory. Fumbling with weapons for years now, this task would be quite easy as the malicious teen lobbed his kunai ahead towards the man sitting within the meadow, the target being the man’s forehead if he didn’t move out of the way from his current position. He would already be in his Thinker pose watching the sky, so from his own perspective he’d likely watch a distant blue sea with white stains as a sudden gray dart arched down straight towards his face. As it was the afternoon and the direction he currently was looking would be facing the sun, the kunai up would for the most part be concealed thanks to the trajectory he threw at alongside the background coloration and beaming sun. Though as it began to drop he should be able to notice a few traits that didn’t fit the picture he was watching up until that point.

As stated, Kutari would throw the kunai in hopes of hitting the bipolar man’s forehead if he never moved, though it would be tossed in an arch so the knife didn’t simply be shot straight towards him and require more time to discern, this “friendly” introduction would tell a lot to Kutari based on how he dealt with the assault, that is if he would actually still be breathing in the end. He watched with a faint interest in the man’s life but a comical expression at what the results may be. Maybe the man will believe his ghost crowd booed him off the stage with a flock of kunai, or believe the sky decided to produce a metallic hail, only so much could be predicted based on the intelligence the man displayed so far.

WC:1402

Mon Oct 01, 2018 1:33 pm

Suddenly, Kutari felt a strange indication that caused him to deviate from his initial plan in throwing his kunai and interacting with the man in the meadow. Instead of going about talking with the man in general, he decided to head home for the time being. It being the thought that his encounter with the man would be a waste of time, providing a mundane degree of enjoyment as the boy typically reaped little of such, or possibly something else that he had forgotten to do. Regardless, he'd leave the scene shortly, never throwing his kunai or anything of the sorts. The bored boy wondering what he could do for the rest of his time.

Exit

WC: 115
TWC:1517

Claiming:
7 Stats(7 Chakra)
144 WC towards this
500 towards this
873 towards this

Mon Oct 01, 2018 1:46 pm

Approved

Mon Oct 01, 2018 8:58 pm

No shame in an uneventful day. Kite left the area and headed back to the Black Market.

[EXIT. WC: 338. Claiming 1 stat, 338 words towards Gentle Fist Palm Bottom]

Mon Oct 01, 2018 10:07 pm

Approved Dante <3

It Was On a Discount! [P,NK pls - Dying to Gary]

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