Bowie's Abode

[Jim]

Jim Bowie's home is a moderately well furnished two story town-home in Iwakagure proper.

Jim managed to save enough money from his former fortune to buy this home. No payments either, he bought the entire place in one lump sum.

The enterance is a locked and bolted wooden door, which opens up to his dining room and living room, containing innumerable books and the shelves upon which they are stored.

Upstairs is the bathroom and his bedroom, which is the largest room in the house. There, he stores all of his equipment and clothing. He also has a desk and an executive chair.

Jim keeps his doors and windows locked at all times, unless there's a good reason not to. So, knock if you want to be let in.

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[From Tsuchikage's Tower]

Jim's key's rattled as he searched for the one that kept intruders at bay. For someone who had only lived in Iwakagure for a few weeks, he had already aquired a substantial amount of keys.

Jim emitted a low growl, "Maybe I should stop being so paranoid about anyone coming to find me. I'm in the middle of a Hidden Village. If anyone from that dump came and tried to kill me, they'd be intercepted by guards in seconds."

He had finally managed to find the key, a tiny little thing about the size of a silverfish.

Jim was beat from the previous night's marathon of studying and headed up to his bedroom, took off his clothes, and laid down to sleep.

"I guess that sake can wait till tommorow..."

[Jim]

Jim wasn't exactly the most diverse cook in the world, but when you ask him to fix you some meat--you have the best possible man for the job on your hands.

He'd just wolfed down a steaming plate of steak and eggs, combining the most plentiful items in his freezer and pantry.

"I may not be able to do NinJutsu, but I can make a mean side of beef!" Jim thought with pride.

The knife fighter woke up at seven this morning, relatively well rested and in a relatively cheerful mood, considering that he is a knife fighter. Today, however, the two may be linked. It was Jim's first official, self-scheduled, "Training Day."

Hurriedly, he shoved his plates and cutlery into the sink and walked over to his auburn finished bookshelves, storing scores-upon-scores of books on nearly every topic imaginable. When he had arrived in Iwakagure, the sheer amount of books Jim brought with him astounded those who were overseeing his move. The stone shinobi, however, took advantage of this and asked Jim if he'd mind taking some outdated Jutsu encyclopedias off their hands. Not that they weren't accurate, it's just that the newer editions were glossy and "user friendly."

So, Jim was dumped with a few hundred Jutsu encyclopedias--the majority of which he would ever use. Some, however, were far more than interesting; They could actually be applied.

Which is where this morning comes in. After Jim scanned through the books that seemed the most appealing--mostly those with "Tai," "Weapons," "Sword," or "Knife" on the front cover--he made a list of the techniques and forms he'd like to develop.

The first on the list being...

"Alright, what am I going to need for Sugizou? I guess that I should pack up with everything I normally wear, considering that I'm going to use it in the field. Oh, wait, yeah, I should bring Wright..."

After he had been moved in, the Stone Village had delievered a six by two foot crate labled, "FOR TRAINING," in big black letters painted on the side. After using his trademark knife to open it, a man stood before him.

Rather, a mannequin.

A very well made mannequin, though.

After staring at the thing for a few minutes, wondering if the Village was trying to . . .

" . . . test me, perhaps? They gimme' some rubber guy and observe how I react, maybe? In any case, this is just freaky."

. . . or something. After looking more closely he noticed the "INSTUCTIONS" booklet pinned onto the rubber man's chest, which told him that this was a specially made mannequin whose material reacted to Jutsu like a normal human being, and could also be programmed to perform basic defense moves through a simple infusion of chakra.

Being honest, not many wanted to teach Jim Jutsu after hearing of his escapades just a few months prior, even though he knew virtually nothing about performing Jutsu.

So, once confirmed that this was indeed not a secret test, Jim brought it into his house, clothed the thing, and named it "Wright" after the man he had disemboweled in Rapides.

Jim walked out his front door, mannequin under his arm, turned to lock it with his silverfish key, and walked toward the Academy's training grounds where he had taught that class just the other day.

Today, Wright was recieving his first test run.

[Exit to Training Outside of Academy]