Humming along to the clack of my wooden geta against the stone landing of the gates; I had settled my eyes to the platforms hidden in defensive positions to ward of foes from outside and inside the gates. The silent shifting of men and women on-duty along their pathways, scanning and noting the passing traders, civilians, shinobi and the miscellany of the crowds of their quadrants. Been many a year since I'd subjected myself to helping in those posts... No longer, a unique feeling I think, having nowhere to be and nowhere to go; at least no expectation of such- The choice being solely mine, without the stipulation of tracking, check-ins or the like.
"Freedom." Mouthing the word while I slowly made along my way to the ingress and egress of people some hundred feet further ahead. Thankfully, it wasn't too jarring to any of the others near me passing by, given everyone had their own conversations going on- or perhaps they were just glazed over their eyes as they continued the monotony of their tasks.
Coming to the booth for exits, I pulled out my identification from the folds of my shirt and offered it to whomever took to my presence. Aside from the usual details of irrelevancy, under the status of name would dictate the position of Mercenary. "Should'll be there'n." Saying in a simple manner, awaiting the approval so I could continue on, thumb had wrapped underneath my bag strap for the travel ahead.
[Requesting EXIT]
Mercenary
"Freedom." Mouthing the word while I slowly made along my way to the ingress and egress of people some hundred feet further ahead. Thankfully, it wasn't too jarring to any of the others near me passing by, given everyone had their own conversations going on- or perhaps they were just glazed over their eyes as they continued the monotony of their tasks.
Coming to the booth for exits, I pulled out my identification from the folds of my shirt and offered it to whomever took to my presence. Aside from the usual details of irrelevancy, under the status of name would dictate the position of Mercenary. "Should'll be there'n." Saying in a simple manner, awaiting the approval so I could continue on, thumb had wrapped underneath my bag strap for the travel ahead.
[Requesting EXIT]
Mercenary