We Outchea [Travel]
Nov 6, 2018 8:49:08 GMT -7
Post by 🔥Bootysmith🍑 on Nov 6, 2018 8:49:08 GMT -7
TEvin Murtaugh emerged from the gates, leaving behind his home Takigakure. He wore an indigo military jacket reaching his abdomen, dark grey pants with a black belt securing them to his waist, and on his feet black shinobi sandals. Underneath his jacket, he wore a black tank-top. On his right hip, a buttbag settled attached to his belt. Inside the bag he had multiple ninja tools organized in order; 4 kunai, 10 hira shuriken, 2 grenade smoke, 2 grenade incendiary, 50 exploding tags. His longsword rested safe in its sheath hanging by his left hip, secured to his belt. His jet black hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and his face framed with centre-parted bangs that extended to his chin almost hiding the X shaped scar on his left cheek.
A box filled with 10 joints and 10 blunts gently rolled from different strains of marijuana rested safe in his jacket's pocket close to his heart. He had his jacket unbuttoned revealing a thin, 24 inches long silver curb chain worn on his neck with a metalplate engraved with his village's symbol hanging close to his heart just a few inches above his sternum. Inside his pants' left pocket his world map sat gently folded and on his left one his compass rested, awaiting to be used when needed. He leaned against a tree with the lighter he had just recently bought in his hand, pulled out one joint from his container and bombed his first smoke of the day while he waited for his companion.
The Kamyuja looked up to the sky, eyes filled with nothing but excitement. He felt glad to see the sky clear as that meant no rain would disrupt their travels. He enjoyed his joint, playing around with the smoke and making various shapes. He felt like his life had been lacking some action, and hoped that the journey they were to set off on, once the other guy arrived, would offer him just that. The gently breeze felt nice rubbing against his face.
A box filled with 10 joints and 10 blunts gently rolled from different strains of marijuana rested safe in his jacket's pocket close to his heart. He had his jacket unbuttoned revealing a thin, 24 inches long silver curb chain worn on his neck with a metalplate engraved with his village's symbol hanging close to his heart just a few inches above his sternum. Inside his pants' left pocket his world map sat gently folded and on his left one his compass rested, awaiting to be used when needed. He leaned against a tree with the lighter he had just recently bought in his hand, pulled out one joint from his container and bombed his first smoke of the day while he waited for his companion.
The Kamyuja looked up to the sky, eyes filled with nothing but excitement. He felt glad to see the sky clear as that meant no rain would disrupt their travels. He enjoyed his joint, playing around with the smoke and making various shapes. He felt like his life had been lacking some action, and hoped that the journey they were to set off on, once the other guy arrived, would offer him just that. The gently breeze felt nice rubbing against his face.