Hanging out at the bar (Open)

Looking at his hands, Honey Bunches felt calmer than he had in quite a long time. Over the course of his journey through Sunagakure, he has met multiple individuals, some kind, some strange, and all of them interesting. Looking out at the horizon, he noticed that though it was nearing the end of the day, he did not feel his usual anxiety about what was to come. Memories of the cage he was kept in were fading, and with each passing moment, the feeling in his heart swelled, until he started to feel himself becoming attached to his new life as Honey Bunches. He closed his eyes and sat on the building he was staying in, looking down at the few people flittering by on the street. Kicking his legs over, he took off his sunglasses and let the slowly retreating light touch his tired face, his markings moving down his neck in a great pattern of deep red, faded to almost black. Rubbing his chest he stretched and closed his eyes, retreating into his subconscious.

Floating on through his memories, he felt comfort in the fact that although she was not dead, the memory of his wife Laura stayed with him. He could once again remember her songs, and he began to hum one to himself as he picked himself up from sitting, stuck his head up in the air.

Although he never had more than his one friend, he had many teachers, and for this, he would not trust anyone who was trying to come to him as a guardian. This however was the antithesis of how he treated anyone who was in need of his help. At this point in his mind, it was what he could do to help, not hinder, that would drive him away from sullen nights alone and blood baths in the dark. Thinking once again, he was reminded of his friend Sukotto.

With his head stuck up in the air, he began to trace his scent, and he smiled warmly knowing that he was not too far away. Narrowing his eyes, he tried to visualize the location but he was not quite that familiar with Suna, and instead deemed it enough to stop and re-search for his scent as he lept across the buildings.

Bending his legs, he let himself perform a mighty jump. Feelings of exhilaration pulsed through him and fell, landing on the roof with a thud. He heard screaming beneath him, and he decided it would be wise to jump to the next building. Jumping without a target, he suddenly felt nervous as he approached the hard concrete.

Landing less than gracefully, he rolled onto his back and sniffed the air again. The sweet smell of incense taunted him to chase it through the village like a madman, but he chose this time to ignore it and let it pass him by the day it was meant to.

Feeling zen in letting go of his chase, he felt meditation start to break away the edges of his thoughts, letting him touch the beast inside him.

Watching it, it seemed to be locked in some sort of orb. Trying to break through the orb was hopeless, but as he gently pet the bubble within his mind it slowly started to grow in size. A pile of ash floated past the bubble, a butterfly landing on it as well. As the bubble swelled, a cigarette was put out on it and the beast popped, launching itself into the air. As the mighty beast roared and gnashed it’s teeth, it let out a mightier laugh. Louder than any roar, it sounded much like Honey Bunches himself, and he soon felt himself begin to laugh with it. As their haws turned to a knowing chortle, a brick hit Honey Bunches in the head and he snapped out of his stupor.

He touched the side of his head, and noting no blood, he figured that it was more likely the young man who was now sprinting away from him who had tripped over his fallen body. Looking next to him, he saw a young woman who was no more than 5 feet tall sobbing and clutching a bag of money.

“Y-You, You can’t kill my brother!” She stuttered, holding out the money. “He didn’t mean to kick you in the head. He didn’t mean to challenge you! Just take this.”

Confused, Honey Bunches plucks a flower from the ground, and the young lady screams.

Even more confused, the tall man holds his hands in the air. “I just dreamt that it was a brick. We’ll blame the brick, okay? It’s not that big a deal… Hey, is that my money?”

Her eyes widening, the girl dropped the purse and ran off in another direction, and Honey Bunches let out a loud laugh that would echo through the bar he now stood outside of. Looking up at the sign, he stepped inside.

“Sukotto! You son of a bitch, how the fuck are ya? I got these for you.”

Honey Bunches smirked and dropped down a pack of crumpled cigarettes on the table in front of his friend. To describe the condition of the cigarettes was to understand how Honey Bunches treated them: the lighter inside had crushed several of them, breaking them in half to a useless state. The ones that could be spared were in a fine condition to be smoked, however, there was no filter on these smokes and no place to keep tobacco from getting in the mouth when held.

Looking at the barkeep, he dropped his hands on the table. “Please, please tell me you have spicy ginger sake and floral sake.” The barkeep watches him as he goes to get the bottles, and Honey Bunches calls out “three of each of those, hot, and please don’t water it down.” He laughs and throws down a generous tip.

He then turns to Sukotto, dropping a thumbs up from a loose wrist and giving him his attention.


NP: 1

1005 of 1005

Honey Bunches growls, throwing a dart at a wall. It feels as if he had been waiting here for an eternity, and Sukotto was nowhere to be seen. The last thing he knew, the man said he was off to bloodworks to earn a fortune, but the time had long since passed from when he said he should have been finished.

Yet, for some reason Honey Bunches waited at the spot, playing darts with himself and staring at the bar, clean and unprovoked in any way. There was nothing here really except for a few more drinks, but the man didn’t even feel as if he wanted that.

Gripping the table, Honey Bunches convinces himself that he actually killed Sukotto when he transformed into a lycan, before quickly shaking the thought.

The man that had come by about two hours ago informing him that, in fact, Sukotto died smoking a cigarette, chopped in half by some shrimp contender, was likely correct. He suddenly felt bad for mocking the messenger, and hung his head.

The man took a deep breath and looked at the smashed pack of cigarettes on the table, before throwing them into a waste bin, and looking at the empty seat.

Running his hands through his hair, Honey Bunches gives one final look around the room, and leaves, walking out through the village, trying to withdraw without a care in the world.

250 of 1268
[EXIT AND CLAIM FROM AFK]

1200 used, 68 discarded

1100/1500 Breaking Throw

100 used towards blacksmithing, skill claim listed in Your Story link
24 AP claimed

Approved.