Looking upon the city

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Ren looked upon the village, and laughed. Another newly created village, and this one was weak. At least the Village Hidden in Sound was headed by Orochimaru, one of the most legendary missing nin in the world. This one, was weak. They're stupid. he thought. They have no idea how strong the rest of the ninja world is compared to them. The Villages Hidden in the Leaves, Sound and Sand were among the strongest in the world, and these people were just rookies. He would love to see them in a Chuunin exam. That would definitely be something to laugh at.

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{ -pokes first couple lines- This village isn't new. I'm still typing up the history on Word. o.o Ah, well, he is from Mist, right? -shrug- }

His lungs filled with smoke as he placed that cigirette to his lips, inhaling deeply. Lazy gray eyes searched the land-scape, peering through black hair. His shoulders slumped forwards, left hand tucked into his pocket, in his plaid - green, white and deep blue - pants. He wasn't wearing sandals today, it was to cold. Instead, he wore Western sneakers, worn, looking as if he had owned them for a few years, never bothering to do anything about them. That was him for ya.

The ANBU looked around without much intrest, needing to get away for a smoke. Children were playing in the streets, mothers had yelled at him for giving them second hand smoke. Half of them, being destin to the Shinobi life, would die early anyway. Living to a ripe, old age proved diffifult. Snorting, watching a puff of smoke, mingled with hot air explode out in front of him, he yawned. Continuing to walk forwards, he saw some-one he didn't reconize. He raised a brow, and waited.

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((what is your character's name? you should probably mention it in your posts.))

Ren saw a man lift a cigarette to his lips, and take a deep breath. He wore odd pants, and odd shoes. Ren saw the man exhale, then turn towards him. They exchanged glances, and the other guy raised one of his eyebrows. Ren gave him a Look, then turned and walked away, his shinobi shoes tapping on the ground. Normally, since he was bored, he would kill the guy. He wasn't in that mood today though. Ren turned and looked over his shoulder, and the guy was still looking at him. Ren stared him down, then finally yelled, "If you want something, why don't you ask?"

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{ In my signature I have my character's names in the colors I role-play them. I feel wierd mentioning my character's names before introducing them. -shrug }

Nothing was wrong, really. Nothing to ask... Until hey! That guy said something! Ho-ho, bad move... uhh.. And he didn't even know this guy, and he was already about to pounce on him with as many questions as he could muster. Some people might call it stalker-ish, but it wasn't. It was more... his nautre. Yeah, lets go with that one, folks.

"Ohhh, not much. Like... what's your name, what are you doing here, and what village are you from?"

His questions were smooth and slick, sliding like water through the air, as simple as asking one's favorite color. He was strange like that- could make the most complicated question, and most disturbing news sound normal. Jiyuu placed the cigarrette to his lips again, watching the smoldering end burn a bright, luminious orange.

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Ren looked at the guy, and responded "If I told you, I'd have to kill you. And I mean that literally." Ren tightened his grip on a katana. "What about you? What's your name?"

((oh, okay, i see. btw, what did you modify in my first post?))

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He continued to look on lazilily, one hand on his hip while he stared forwards in a... nonancalant(sp?) way. His eyes were half closed, peering forwards through that hair that refused to get out of his eyes. After a long while one gives up on keeping it out of their eyes. It could really be annoying, with hair that refused to keep out of your eyes... Always blocking his vision, preventing him from seeing what cam his way. Directly, at least.

Breathing heavily through his nostrils, flexing his fingers, in and out of a fist. Looking completely unintrested in the conversation, then picking at his nails. One hand, a minute or two later was scratching the top of his nose.

Fianlly he retunred his attention to the situation at had. After a yawn, of course. "I asked first." He spoke in such a lazy manner, that any mother might have a fit.

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"Yeah? So?" Ren asked with a dangerous glint in his eye. He hadn't killed anybody for awhile, and his fingers were itching to draw his sword, and slice the smart-aleck head from the oddly-dressed body. He put his hands on his katanas, and narrowed his eyes at the man. "I don't tell anybody anything I don't have to." he said, giving him a challenging stare.

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He continued to stare with absolutely no intrest. His hands were now tucked into his pockets, as not to distract him further. The ANBU's gaze slowly slid to the katana, his eyes narrowed, and he raised a brow, his face turning more hostile, slowly, slowy... He twitched, and one of his hands was drawn from his pocket, the fingers hanging down... Eyes foucused on the man's torso, waiting. This was an easy way of telling.

His right foot slid behind him, both feet changing postions to a more appropriate angel. Jiyuu's shoulder's tensed, and his slump vanished. He was attentive. Ready. Now the left hand was out as well, both wrists on either side of his hips, the one part of him not... one hundred percent ready for what was coming.

"Why be so difficult?"

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Ren grinned. "Why not?" In a split second he had his katanas out, and was halfway toward the man.