Tea Shine House (Training)
Aug 27, 2007 20:06:18 GMT -7
Post by wedge on Aug 27, 2007 20:06:18 GMT -7
As Wedge passed the Jounin his thoughts drifted back to his stay in the Otokage's office. Although he still didn't remember why he was there the sheer amount of Hyuugas still worried him. 'Why the hell where they there? What did they want? ...And why was that Hyuuga lady so damned dramatic?' Due to the soft blue grass being played in the back of his mind he was able to vaguely notice the weird Hyoushi had begun to follow him. Not really caring in the first place what the elder member did he kept his pace back to the Hyoushi clan grounds.
Back to his thoughts the subject of his mother came up almost randomly. 'Why didn't I visit her?' Wedge wondered 'Because she wants nothing to do with the Hyoushi' Common sense answered, it's tone almost condescending. Feeling an almost physical twinge he had to admit that hurt a little. Still common sense was right, his mother and the two children she took with her had severed all ties with the Hyoushi clan. Sometime when Wedge though clearly he would wonder if he could ever live up to his deceased sister's potential. Well on her way to beat box kid by 12, top of her class, and finalist on her first shot at the chunnin exams. Sighing he closed his blank green eyes and let the blue grass fade and his train of thought dissolve. This was aided of course when he was knocked down by lunatic.
Getting up shortly after his short attention span allowed him to confirm it was the weirdo that passes out milk. That and he was now infront of him rambling some more. “So where you going, huh? Gonna get some food? I’m kinda hungry! Let’s go get something to eat!” All of this information tried to pass through Wedges thick skull fast enough to keep up but it was a lost cause. Common sense fell to his knees in defeat. "Depends on the mileage, a gallon can take you at least thirteen miles give or take." Wedge answered this as he pointed at a near by fruit stand. Turning to Roy he motioned to the sky and began repeating "Delta force 8, the garden state." until he got tongue tied. Shortly after he began walking in the direction of the clan making clicking noised for every 43 pebble he counted.
When the newcomer would eventually pass the beat boxing to him even he could not forget the clan custom and kept it going. Slowly he winded Kiga's same beat down to a slower pace before deepening it. Making sure to keep the pew that birthed the spontaneous beat boxing he went ahead and made it his own. Lyrics where never his thing given his attention span but gave it a try regardless.
"The wall was named Paul and fucked up Stephen segual, two hands made of clams killed the foot doctor of hidden sand. When it comes down to life chicken wings are half price, death makes a man in a cape horny and old men ornery. My stanza did your mother, pick it up drunky."
They where almost to the clan grounds at this point, with not a sane man among them this was going to be a pretty confusing day.
Back to his thoughts the subject of his mother came up almost randomly. 'Why didn't I visit her?' Wedge wondered 'Because she wants nothing to do with the Hyoushi' Common sense answered, it's tone almost condescending. Feeling an almost physical twinge he had to admit that hurt a little. Still common sense was right, his mother and the two children she took with her had severed all ties with the Hyoushi clan. Sometime when Wedge though clearly he would wonder if he could ever live up to his deceased sister's potential. Well on her way to beat box kid by 12, top of her class, and finalist on her first shot at the chunnin exams. Sighing he closed his blank green eyes and let the blue grass fade and his train of thought dissolve. This was aided of course when he was knocked down by lunatic.
Getting up shortly after his short attention span allowed him to confirm it was the weirdo that passes out milk. That and he was now infront of him rambling some more. “So where you going, huh? Gonna get some food? I’m kinda hungry! Let’s go get something to eat!” All of this information tried to pass through Wedges thick skull fast enough to keep up but it was a lost cause. Common sense fell to his knees in defeat. "Depends on the mileage, a gallon can take you at least thirteen miles give or take." Wedge answered this as he pointed at a near by fruit stand. Turning to Roy he motioned to the sky and began repeating "Delta force 8, the garden state." until he got tongue tied. Shortly after he began walking in the direction of the clan making clicking noised for every 43 pebble he counted.
When the newcomer would eventually pass the beat boxing to him even he could not forget the clan custom and kept it going. Slowly he winded Kiga's same beat down to a slower pace before deepening it. Making sure to keep the pew that birthed the spontaneous beat boxing he went ahead and made it his own. Lyrics where never his thing given his attention span but gave it a try regardless.
"The wall was named Paul and fucked up Stephen segual, two hands made of clams killed the foot doctor of hidden sand. When it comes down to life chicken wings are half price, death makes a man in a cape horny and old men ornery. My stanza did your mother, pick it up drunky."
They where almost to the clan grounds at this point, with not a sane man among them this was going to be a pretty confusing day.