on the wings of an angel [travel, open]
Jan 17, 2015 20:03:27 GMT -7
Post by Cedany on Jan 17, 2015 20:03:27 GMT -7
Knowing she had a long ways to travel, the brunette packed it pretty light. Over her shoulder she carried a small bag with a couple changes of clothes, all her actual equipment either her butt bag type one except for the two soldier pills within her front right pocket. That small bag was only partially filled as well, merely containing six kunai, twenty-eight exploding tags, four smoke grenades, twenty senbon, two wireless radios, a compass baseplate, and a pair of sniper goggles. For those goggles she had a few lenses as well: zooming vision times five, underwater, night, and antiflash.
When she reached a fork in the road after leaving the village, she pulled out that small compass and went generally opposite of where it pointed north, knowing that the exams were to be held on a tropical island far south of her. Haha Island, was where she wanted to go. The young woman merely wore a thick beige jacket and warm dark grey leggings, having thigh high brown boots and a dark red sweater that reached down to her mid-thigh and covered that butt bag from view- save for the bulge it created, of course.
It only took a couple hours or so before she reached a port town since she remained on the road, having hitched a ride with a traveling caravan at some point to speed things up. There she found a ship that was planning on going down to the Land of Fire, which she figured was good enough. Sure she tried to find one that would take her all the way to her destination, but was unable since none of them really wanted to make such a long trip just for her.
Later that day the ship set sail and she was aboard it, the sturdy vessel meant mostly for cargo. Besides her, there was only two or three other passengers besides the crew itself that manned it. Quite commonly her olive green eyes dropped down to her compass to make sure they were still heading Southeast towards the Land of Fire, not entirely trusting the captain of the ship.
[to fire]
When she reached a fork in the road after leaving the village, she pulled out that small compass and went generally opposite of where it pointed north, knowing that the exams were to be held on a tropical island far south of her. Haha Island, was where she wanted to go. The young woman merely wore a thick beige jacket and warm dark grey leggings, having thigh high brown boots and a dark red sweater that reached down to her mid-thigh and covered that butt bag from view- save for the bulge it created, of course.
It only took a couple hours or so before she reached a port town since she remained on the road, having hitched a ride with a traveling caravan at some point to speed things up. There she found a ship that was planning on going down to the Land of Fire, which she figured was good enough. Sure she tried to find one that would take her all the way to her destination, but was unable since none of them really wanted to make such a long trip just for her.
Later that day the ship set sail and she was aboard it, the sturdy vessel meant mostly for cargo. Besides her, there was only two or three other passengers besides the crew itself that manned it. Quite commonly her olive green eyes dropped down to her compass to make sure they were still heading Southeast towards the Land of Fire, not entirely trusting the captain of the ship.
[to fire]