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Sora no Hikari -- Light of the Sky (Naruto RP)

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[Jul. 11th, 2007|09:13 am]
Sora no Hikari -- Light of the Sky (Naruto RP)


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Joining: Closed to Shikamaru.
Setting: Shinobi-only bar somewhere in Konoha. Not a truly respectable place.
Details: Neji goes out after his latest mission in the hopes of getting as drunk as possible. After the time-skip, probably sometime after Asuma's death.
Possible Rating: R, PG13? Could change.
Warnings: A drunk Neji, swearing, possibly violence.


Once upon a more prosperous time, the small bar had laid claim to a name and a sign above the entrance on which to print it. Back then it had been “The Wren”, and had been a classy place, with waitresses who wore relatively modest outfits, served decent food, and booze of a relatively good quality.

However, prosperous times hadn’t stayed for long after the Kyuubi attacked, and from the looks of things, wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. The sign above the doorway had long-since fallen down, and so had the quality of the food, so much so anyone with any sanity at all refrained from ordering any.

The booze wasn’t good either, but it was strong, and that was all Neji cared about. He sat at a table at the back, eyes closed, and forehead resting on the dirty tabletop. The shards of an empty bottle lay on the floor by his feet where he had dropped it. A second was clenched in his right hand.

For the pale-eyed jounin, the limit to exactly how much alcohol he could down without passing out cold was two bottles. But he had given instructions to the bartender, and because he was a Jounin, he expected them to be followed.

“Keep it coming until I pass out, and then I want one waiting when I wake up.”

The bar formally known as the Wren catered solely to shinobi, and most shinobi who came wanted to forget something. The booze served its purpose, even if it didn’t taste good.


From: that_nara_kid
2007-07-11 03:46 pm (UTC)
As a shinobi, you were supposed to put your personal emotions behind you. You weren't supposed to allow things like love and kinship into your life. This was easier said than done. The first mistake, of course, was pairing up young genin with one single teacher, with whom they were likely to form a lasting friendship with. Young as they were, controlling such emotions was difficult, and so they developed such attachments that were unbecoming of the future protection of the entire country.

And currently, Shikamaru was beginning to feel the burn from this very mistake. Asuma was gone and all he could think about was that bastard, that creepy bastard is still out there, and who the hell else is he killing now? Prior to recent events, the Akatsuki had just been an idea-- a scary idea, but just a concept none the less-- but now they were real and personal and just about as tangible as the stone that made up Asuma's grave or the flowers Shikamaru was always leaving there.

He didn't come to the bar to get wasted. No, he didn't really see himself the drinking type. (then again, he'd never seen himself the smoking type, either.) Instead he came to think, because somehow it sated his raging emotions to know that drunken bliss was an order away if he needed it. He never had, so far, and hoped he never would, because he knew it would cut in on his strategy planning, and if he was going to get his revenge, he'd need a fool-proof strategy.

As he always did, as he entered the dilapidated bar, he took a glance around, more out of habit than anything. Usually it only told him what sort of crowd was around tonight, but today he noticed a familiar face towards the back. Waving off a waitress who offered to seat him, he weaved his way through tables and people towards the back end, stopping to stand at the table where one of his former classmates now sat, looking a little more than out of it.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked simply. He'd never been one to tarry words, and hopefully, Neji was still conscious enough to recognize him.
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