Post by Rinoa on Nov 21, 2014 15:26:50 GMT -8
((This is an open thread for all people who have either already entered Konohagakure no Sato - if they were from a different Village and have done so in a separate thread - or those who already are citizens/shinobi of Konohagakure no Sato to meet in RP outside of missions. This takes place within the village. This is only a suggestion for those who don't have a starter or feel lazy to create a starter so that they can meet other nin. This is by no means a necessary thread for all to participate in.))
The time was just before noon, before the hustle and bustle of the citizens and shinobi alike came to infiltrate the streets of Konoha and their shops. Some shops remained open from the wee hours of the day, such as eateries and even a flower shop in particular, others didn't need to open until much later in the day. Business went on as it always did, unaware of the specifics of who came in to ask for what.
Such as it may, the female Uchiha, donned in casual attire as to not attract attention to herself as an Uchiha, entered a clothing shop around this time. Her grey-slate eyes scanned the empty shop, save for the patron that would be assisting her with her purchase and smiled. Yes, now what would the best time for her to go shopping! As it was, being a part of the misogynistic clan was too stifling. While they may have respected her enough to allow her to join the Konoha Military Police Force, that didn't dismiss her from their strangely-casted gazed, scrutinizing her and her personality. It was as though despite the fact that she had Uchiha blood (full at that, no half-relation, she was a pure bred, as they said), she didn't belong to this era or specifically this clan. Her nature was stubborn, never once tainted by their own behavior towards her. Carefree and compassionate she remained, intelligence carving her path...-
But despite this mini rant in her mind as to why she needed these clothes to further distance herself from her family, she already began to browse, her fingertips grazing over cloths and inspecting the material. "Maybe a new dress would be nice too...," she pondered aloud, albeit to herself.
The shop clerk smiled, however sweatdropping as she watched the young woman look over the clothes. It was often that the woman came, hoping to find a new outfit within a week's time or so. However, the shop clerk knew not of the woman's name, nothing beyond her first name: Rinoa.
The time was just before noon, before the hustle and bustle of the citizens and shinobi alike came to infiltrate the streets of Konoha and their shops. Some shops remained open from the wee hours of the day, such as eateries and even a flower shop in particular, others didn't need to open until much later in the day. Business went on as it always did, unaware of the specifics of who came in to ask for what.
Such as it may, the female Uchiha, donned in casual attire as to not attract attention to herself as an Uchiha, entered a clothing shop around this time. Her grey-slate eyes scanned the empty shop, save for the patron that would be assisting her with her purchase and smiled. Yes, now what would the best time for her to go shopping! As it was, being a part of the misogynistic clan was too stifling. While they may have respected her enough to allow her to join the Konoha Military Police Force, that didn't dismiss her from their strangely-casted gazed, scrutinizing her and her personality. It was as though despite the fact that she had Uchiha blood (full at that, no half-relation, she was a pure bred, as they said), she didn't belong to this era or specifically this clan. Her nature was stubborn, never once tainted by their own behavior towards her. Carefree and compassionate she remained, intelligence carving her path...-
But despite this mini rant in her mind as to why she needed these clothes to further distance herself from her family, she already began to browse, her fingertips grazing over cloths and inspecting the material. "Maybe a new dress would be nice too...," she pondered aloud, albeit to herself.
The shop clerk smiled, however sweatdropping as she watched the young woman look over the clothes. It was often that the woman came, hoping to find a new outfit within a week's time or so. However, the shop clerk knew not of the woman's name, nothing beyond her first name: Rinoa.