Thanks for Nothing (Open Thanksgiving Event)
Nov 18, 2017 12:48:04 GMT -7
Post by Master Game on Nov 18, 2017 12:48:04 GMT -7
Shoko took a seat on top of the rickety, old bar-stool. He drummed his gloved fingers on the counter lightly as he waited in silence for the bartender to attend to him. As some would've guessed, today was not one of the best days for Shoko. The events of the day had been no less than unsatisfactory, more so than usual. The young genin sat in the near dilapidated, dimly lit tavern that smelled of beer and cigarettes no more than it smelled of piss and bad breath. What lead him to a place with the audacity to call itself "Three bottles and a tombstone" was only to gather information.
Well that was what he told himself. Shoko had turned his scarf the other way round so as to have his head protector hidden. In all honesty, Shoko came here to have a quick drink and learn about the going-ons within the Land of Thunder. This half-slagged wreck of a bar had proving to be a good place to do such.
"What is it you'll be having" A gruff voice called out to him. Shoko woke up from his daydreaming. "Coffee, dark" Shoko slid a few Ryo on the counter.
Meeting a few old classmates for him was enough to wipe off any remnants of during the day. The nostalgia from seeing them again was full of loathe, he had too many painful memories from his academy days. What was supposed to be the highlight of his childhood turned ugly when his uncle disappeared, followed by endless name-calling, contempt, verbal abuse. Heck, he even repeated the his Academy year twice. Seeing those obnoxious brats again completely killed his mood. To forget about it he would just slurp his cold, bitter coffee in silence
Well that was what he told himself. Shoko had turned his scarf the other way round so as to have his head protector hidden. In all honesty, Shoko came here to have a quick drink and learn about the going-ons within the Land of Thunder. This half-slagged wreck of a bar had proving to be a good place to do such.
"What is it you'll be having" A gruff voice called out to him. Shoko woke up from his daydreaming. "Coffee, dark" Shoko slid a few Ryo on the counter.
Meeting a few old classmates for him was enough to wipe off any remnants of during the day. The nostalgia from seeing them again was full of loathe, he had too many painful memories from his academy days. What was supposed to be the highlight of his childhood turned ugly when his uncle disappeared, followed by endless name-calling, contempt, verbal abuse. Heck, he even repeated the his Academy year twice. Seeing those obnoxious brats again completely killed his mood. To forget about it he would just slurp his cold, bitter coffee in silence