Weald Residence

[~Cody]

Weald Resdience

A comfy home, a romp away from Takigakure. Cody makes his home. A cottage shaded by tall birch trees. Standing targets lay outside, hay dried and cracked from constant use.

A studio. A cot. A table. A stove. An icebox, literally. He has it delivered and placed in a tall chest. Most flashy thing in his possession is a old photo of his old ophanage and his friends before they left

He plans to makes use of his designated yard for farming. Fenced in and trap laden, he grows his tobacco and speciality additives. Outside of ninja business, it's a profitable venture.

[~Cody]

Cody awakes to a fine autumn day. Not hot, but not frigid. HE felt the weather through a cracked window, opened a hair for a breeze. Cody felt comfortable in chilly weather a staple of his home country. His bed radiated a soothing heat that just swayed his routines. He left it's embrace to take care of those nagging hygiene rituals.

A morning deuce, shower then teeth brushed. Hair... He gave it a quick rake with his hands and carried on. He put on his usual attire, a clean dress shirt and vest. His duster and pants lay on the floor. Coated in yesterdays business, he shook them then put them on. Cody strapped on is gear, including his crossbow and sword. Finally his hat; he placed it on his head with care and pulled on the front brim.

"Alright..."

Cody locked his door and took off into the wilderness.

~exit

[~Cody]

Winter fell upon Takigakure in a flash. Cody stumbled in clenching his two tobacco plants. he only blamed himself for not seeing to a heirloom crop of tobacco. He was quite addicted to rolling and smoking his own cigarettes. Against his own pleasure, he carried a few packs of the 'mainstream' brand, despite a massive world to peddle their brand.

He had a planter in his house and a sun lamp plugged into the wall socket. A hand trowel lay stabbed into the aerated soil. He dug several shallow holes. A focus came over him as he snipped the blooms. Careful cuts separated the seeds from their blooms which he buried a few in each hole. It was a waiting game until any evidence of buds broke through the surface. Cody sprinkled them with a few drops taking care not to drown the seeds. They were particular about that.

After this it was about patience... Animals made it worth the while but plants were a tease.

"Time for a walk."

[~Cody]

Winter came. It was tough for a remote cabin like Cody's. Cody enjoyed the sounds of nature: streams, grass in a gentle breeze, and bird calls. Altogether they were soothing and a refreshing memory to the orphanage. As long as he stayed out here he'd never forget a day of it. Like polishing a trophy and reciting the date daily.

Uuurgh. His stomach called. His icebox was empty besides condiments. "Couldn't put those on a sandwich", he thought. It was a trip to the village and a meal wasn't cheap. The bounty of nature was free-ish. The catch was: You had to work for it.

Cody grabbed his crossbow, bolts, tools and smokes; sttrapping them on and stowing them away respectively, but he didn't light up, nicotine left a stink that scared off any quarry out there.

~exit