Booty call? Not likely.
Nov 27, 2013 6:14:01 GMT -7
Post by ❥ cannibble on Nov 27, 2013 6:14:01 GMT -7
There stood Makoto, the woman inhaling a large amount of smoke from her cigarette before tossing it onto the ground. She placed a foot over it and twisted slightly causing the flames that burned the tobacco to go out in an instant. The medical ninja looked forwards down the streets, the city was not as lively as other cities and for that she was thankful, it was much closer to that of a town as almost nobody was walking down the streets. The reason being was that it was Autumn and the cold of winter was getting closer and closer this resulting in very cold winds and a large downpour of snow at nearly all times of the day. Makoto however had chosen the perfect time to come to the city as no snow fell at this particular moment in time.
The red haired woman walked down the streets wearing an attire somewhat similar to what she would usually wear. A white long sleeved blouse was worn underneath a large dark red coat. The coat featuring a black furred hood with a symbol in the shape of smoke on the back. The inside of the coat was lined with the same fluff but to a much thinner scale in order to provide protection to the cold. To finish off the outfit the woman wore standard high heeled ninja sandals and a pair of dark grey jeans. Her hood was over her head shielding her face and the back of her neck from the harsh winds that were no worse than normal for the country that she lived in.
Makoto was off to get supplies as she had just finished treating a number of patients today. She knew she had to fill up her stock, her stomach grumbled loudly; she would need to fill her stomach as well. As she made her way towards the pharmacy in which she would purchase her herbs and other drugs for treatment she came across a number of rowdy men. They seemed to be drunk and it didn't take long for some comments to be thrown Makoto's way as she made her way inside.
Once inside she grabbed what she did need from the shelves and what she couldn't get off the shelves she asked for them to get from behind the counter. For a moment she had almost forgotten to get bandages and quickly put down her things at the counter before rushing back. Makoto leaned down to the bottom shelf and as she did so her stomach rumbled incredibly loudly, it was roaring like a hungry lion in both sound and volume. Embarrassed somewhat she headed back over towards the counter to pay for her things.