Hatake Kakashi (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hatakekakashi) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandemansion, |
There was only the sound of the fountain in the lobby for a long time. No foot steps or voices to answer her. Everyone was off doing other things, the only greeter left currently battling with a dull blade against what little persistent chin hair he had.
Kakashi cursed under his breath again for not packing a sharpening stone and looked himself over in the mirror. Blood slowly mixed with the water still dripping from his hair causing it to run quickly and drip onto his shirt. He sighed and placed the kunai back on the counter. They would heal quickly. At least the small cuts were more comforting then the inching hair. He hated getting old. There would only be more of it to look forward to. Maybe he should go with Asuma’s idea and just grow it out. But then, he had a lot more and no mask to hide behind.
Shoving on his mask again, he grabbed a towel and worked on drying his hair off while exiting his room to look out over the railing. The view from so high up just made him feel like slipping and falling wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Maybe if he got hurt enough he could go home? He sighed and leaned his elbows against the railing ignoring the towel now draped over his head, his silver hair still dripping and a mess hanging in his face and covering his left eye. The least this place could provide was some excitement. That’s when it hit him. That well known tint in the air pricking his senses. Blood!
Quickly he surveyed the hallway on either side before looking down and inspecting everywhere. From his view point, he easily spotted someone on the floor near the front desk. Wasting no time he sprinted down the stairs to the ground floor only to slow and became more cautious as he drew closer. Without the other two around he couldn’t be sure if the person was friend of foe.
Gaining his trademark slouch, he shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled a little closer. “Ano….Are you alright?” He scratched the back of his head only to realizing the towel was still draped over it. “Sorry, I would have been here a bit sooner, but see the shower was possessed and tried to attack me.” He looked down to see if she even understood what he was saying.
Kakashi cursed under his breath again for not packing a sharpening stone and looked himself over in the mirror. Blood slowly mixed with the water still dripping from his hair causing it to run quickly and drip onto his shirt. He sighed and placed the kunai back on the counter. They would heal quickly. At least the small cuts were more comforting then the inching hair. He hated getting old. There would only be more of it to look forward to. Maybe he should go with Asuma’s idea and just grow it out. But then, he had a lot more and no mask to hide behind.
Shoving on his mask again, he grabbed a towel and worked on drying his hair off while exiting his room to look out over the railing. The view from so high up just made him feel like slipping and falling wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Maybe if he got hurt enough he could go home? He sighed and leaned his elbows against the railing ignoring the towel now draped over his head, his silver hair still dripping and a mess hanging in his face and covering his left eye. The least this place could provide was some excitement. That’s when it hit him. That well known tint in the air pricking his senses. Blood!
Quickly he surveyed the hallway on either side before looking down and inspecting everywhere. From his view point, he easily spotted someone on the floor near the front desk. Wasting no time he sprinted down the stairs to the ground floor only to slow and became more cautious as he drew closer. Without the other two around he couldn’t be sure if the person was friend of foe.
Gaining his trademark slouch, he shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled a little closer. “Ano….Are you alright?” He scratched the back of his head only to realizing the towel was still draped over it. “Sorry, I would have been here a bit sooner, but see the shower was possessed and tried to attack me.” He looked down to see if she even understood what he was saying.