-Rules and Restrictions-
You may only use an approved Narutobase Biography to participate in this scenario. (VM me if you're an awesome RP'er but lacks a biography)
You may not bring any NPC's unless I have given explicit permission.
While you can join without my consent, you must follow the Rules of Posting.
I post first, then another participant posts, then another, then another. After the fourth person has posted, we start over. While we might only have two people (me and one other) in the beginning, you are still required to follow the order of posting, which means that you DO NOT post until the current round is over. E.g; I post, X posts and only then do you post, meaning that you'll be participant number three.
There can only be four people in this thread at a time.
You must post in this thread at least once per day if you are a participant.
Spam will NOT be tolerated.
You are required to write in third person.
You may not use the script style of writing.
Be descriptive.
Do not God-mod in any way. You may give vague descriptions of NPC reactions, but you may not describe another participants reaction or doings in any way.
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Hawke pushed the door to the roadside inn open and silently made his way towards an emty table in one of the more quiet corners of the noisy tap-room. The gruff Inuzuka sat down and pushed the hood of his dark cloak down, revealing an unshaven, scruffy face and a wild mop of black hair. Hawke leaned back in his seat and waved for one of the serving girls to take his order.
The inn was busy, the Shinobi noted, but he seemed to be the only warrior in the near vicinity. Of course, Hawke had never been much of a Sensor, but he felt pretty comfortable with his ability to recognise the way a warrior holds himself. Rolling his eyes at his own paranoia, Hawke's thoughts immediately sought both his family at home and his Ninken partner outside the inn. Oh how he wished that he could bring Fenris with him, but the large dog would attract far too much attention, and attention was never a good thing on the border of Iwagakure, especially not when espionage was the reason for him being there in the first place.
Hawke was so far away in his thoughts, drawing circles in the rough-hewn, wooden table with his armored arm, that he almost didn't notice the serving girl before she asked him for his order.
"The stew, lass, and whiskey, if ye have it."
They did, and the girl went about her business. Hawke checked his now lighter wallet and sighed. Life on the road wasn't easy.