| Cookies & Bruises [closed to Ayumi & Kotetsu] |
[May. 28th, 2008|09:50 pm] |
[Set the day after the Bake Sale.]
With the bake sale finally over, Ayumi was free to do what she really wanted to do. And that involved sweatpants, her hoodie, punching bags, and weights. She'd slept most of the previous afternoon and wanted to be in pristine condition for her spar with Kotetsu. With an hour of warm ups behind her, Ayumi felt more alive than she had in ages. Watching that Intel-prick's back had been mind-numbing and it was a relief to get to pound a bag nearly her bodyweight until her skin glistened with sweat. And the best thing was that she hadn't seen Shin and Yuuichi since she went to sleep.
It was great to be home.
Feeling refreshed Ayumi took her lunch break - Morimoto Shingo still took her compliments and made amazing things - and then headed to the room she had agreed to meet Kotetsu at, pulling out her leather gloves and slipping them on. She laced them as she walked, nearly humming to herself as she walked the last few hundred yards. Reaching the room, she felt a slight familiar buzz of chakra and grinned at the sight of Kotetsu poking around the room.
"You better not be setting up any traps, Kotetsu." She cocked her head and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'd have to pull out my really nasty moves in retribution." |
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| Late Night Terrors [closed to Ayumi, Kuromaru] |
[Apr. 29th, 2008|08:24 pm] |
Takes place after the Three is.. mission, two days after Bake Sale: ANBU Style and Running in Circles. Before Attack of the Ankle Biters.
Kuromaru had taken over the patrols since they'd gotten back. He and Tsume hadn't discussed it, hadn't mentioned it, either of them. It was a Pack thing; she was too tired, too worn. Too breakable at the moment, and needed what sleep she could get.
It would only last a few days. He knew her nightmare cycle well by this point; for a few days he'd take over, let her rest as much as possible, and then, without word, she'd be back.
( In the meantime, it was a small enough thing to help. ) |
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| Bake Sale: ANBU Style [Closed to Ayumi, Kotetsu, Itachi] |
[Apr. 7th, 2008|10:44 pm] |
Set the morning after Ayumi's return; directly following this.
Tables, check. Folding chair, check. Mochi, check. Dango, check. Cookies, check. Comfortable clothes, check. Sign establishing the purpose of the bake sale, check. An early staked out spot in the common's room? Double check.
It had been a very, very long day for Ayumi. Going on thirty or so hours of not sleeping wasn't too bad, was it? She certainly wasn't complaining. Hauling her miniature sweet shop of food down to the common's room had taken a few trips, but it didn't bother her. The more stairs, the merrier! And there hadn't been hardly anyone awake, so she had free reign of the hallways and the common's room.
Now with all of her supplies, she sat down behind the two borrowed tables and glanced over the spread of food. Mochi was to her left, followed by dango, then the cookies going from directly in front of her and spreading out to her right. It was a pity she hadn't had time to make any other kinds of sweets, the variety would have been appreciated. But at least she'd made plenty of food. Not that it would be a real meal for ANBU agents, but it hopefully would cheer some of them up. ( Who didn't like sugar? ) |
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| Long Time, Long Hair [closed to Ayumi and Aoba] |
[Mar. 12th, 2008|11:25 am] |
Set the day before Running in Circles.
Three months ago she'd gotten the assignment and set off two days later. Play backup for the talkative and socialite Intel-Field Ops agent Fukuyama Yuki. Ayumi hadn't been thrilled about the prospect, but a mission was a mission. And she wasn't the type to turn it down. Well, aside from ero-missions. And that was for everyone's good - Ayumi hadn't even made it inside the Ikebana doors before she was getting kicked out. Let alone the other schools proper kunoichi were supposed to attend and excel at. The only one Ayumi was even remotely good at was dancing - and she got bored with the proper kind very quickly. Not that she couldn't mingle with the best of them if she had a good reason for it. That just rarely ever happened.
It had all gone according to plan, miraculously, and she'd been bored out of her mind. As bored as she could stand and more. But Ayumi held out, worked out especially vigorously when she had the time, chewed an atrocious amount of gum, and was more than relieved when they had the vital information and could head home. To HQ. She couldn't care less about this stupid civilian city. It was big, sure, but she'd figured out the local gangs, their routes, territories, and wasn't very impressed. She even got to beat up one guy when he got too close for comfort. Though she'd had to finish him all the way off. She didn't need yakuza and wanna-be's trying to tail her and messing up the mission. She'd also gotten to know quite a few politicians and big businessmen in a way that very few did. Granted, she was peering in windows, storing reports for Yuki, and listening through pipes or something akin to it, but...sometimes it kept her mildly interested.
Months of backup work made for lots and lots of pay, but it also had an adverse affect. It left an ANBU chuunin like Ayumi stir-crazy. And shaggy. Usually she sheared off chunks of hair to keep it at a consistent shorter shaggy look. Hiding away, sneaking in the shadows, and making sure she didn't stand out among civilians more than usual had led her to not cut her hair like she wanted. It was almost...feminine. And normal. She even contemplated going to a civilian barbershop to get an actual haircut.
Thankfully by the time she'd worked up the nerve to do it, Yuki had made a contact and needed Ayumi to keep an eye out for him. Problem solved.
Now that she was back in Konoha, in HQ, she was itching to see what she'd missed. And who she'd missed in the meantime. The chuunin at the front desk had answered her questions about which of her friends and fellow hunters were still alive. Thankfully, none had died in the time she was gone.
So, after scribbling out a report, hinting that Yuki could do the rest, and dropping off the small bag she'd lugged with her through the mission, she made her way straight to room 324. Aoba's room.
She skipped for a total of two steps - as it was just across the hall - and knocked vigorously. "Oi, open up!" |
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| Running in Circles [Haruichi and Open] |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|06:06 pm] |
Hyuuga Haruichi was no stranger to multi-tasking: it took a high degree of talent in it to snark somebody's brains out and stitch their limbs back together at the same time. Given the amount of work he always had to do, the medic nearly always did two things at once if he could manage it and today was no different.
Three-two-five: Shibata Yuzuya - A, twenty-five, Intel, no history, no history; papercuts, dietary/vitamins and getting blown up.
It was seven a.m., three hours until the end of his shift, and Haruichi was silently running laps around HQs apartments and matching names, basic medical profiles and predicted healthcare needs to each door number every time he ran past it. It was the kind of exercise his cardio-vascular system needed, and more. Primarily it was an old game from his days living here, and had made it easy to remember the medical histories of everybody under the same roof and to know where to drag them back to once he'd finished treating them.
Three-two-four: Yamashiro Aoba - record lost/check again, twenty-four, Hunters, optical photophobia, no history; burns and opthalmic migraine.
Pass the door, match number to name and recite the profile before hitting the next one. It was like a quick-wits version of a flashcard test, but Haruichi found it invaluable - especially now that he was getting back into his stride as medic at HQ. He'd need this information, and reams more besides, to be available in a second if anything happened to any of them, on his watch or off of it.
Three-two-three: Oyate Ayumi - A, twenty, Hunters, no history, flagged; muscle strains and exhaustion.
Especially if he was going out into the field to bring them back. You couldn't carry a filing cabinet out to some godforsaken ditch to cross-check blood types and persistant medical conditions before you administered treatment. No matter how well-organized it was.
Three-two-zero: Shiranui Genma - too long, didn't read.
And so, despite the fact he'd been up all night, Haruichi didn't pause in his run - just reached up to flick some of his black hair out his eyes and kept racing along the corridors of the third floor over and over - his sneakers silent on the malfeascent carpet, delicately taking corners and gracefully navigating chairs and potted plants, hoping to do his twenty laps on this floor and head down to the second again before anybody arrived to interrupt him. Like that ever happened. |
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