Take a walk outside myself
In some exotic land
Greet a passing stranger
Feel the strength in his hand
Feel the world expand
I feel my spirit resist
But I open up my fist
Lay hand over hand over
Hand over fist…
Hand Over Fist, Presto, Rush
In some exotic land
Greet a passing stranger
Feel the strength in his hand
Feel the world expand
I feel my spirit resist
But I open up my fist
Lay hand over hand over
Hand over fist…
Hand Over Fist, Presto, Rush
An exhausted sigh exploded from Takeo’s chest and he crashed down onto a pile of crimson, velvet pillows. After registering for the upcoming exam, he had made his way straight to the nearest upscale hotel. From the banners hung outside, it seemed they were one of the more popular hotels in the area and were hoping to attract the countless patrons who would be arriving for the upcoming shinobi exams and wedding. Once his horses were settled into the stables Takeo rushed to his room, dropped his gear, and climbed into the shower to wash nearly two weeks of grime and sand from the road from his sunburnt skin. The hot water stung as it cascaded onto his rosy neck, face, forearms and hands; but Takeo didn’t care. He vigorously scrubbed himself down from head to foot several times until he got all the sand out of… well, everywhere! Takeo wouldn’t have been surprised if the gritty substance hadn’t found a way to seep into his very soul!
After his hour long shower, Takeo, now content in his cleanliness, donned his usual attire from back home; white tennis shoes, blue jeans, and a royal blue t-shirt with the crest of the Tsuyoshi Clan (a white tigers head in profile) on the back. He desperately wanted sleep, but his ravenous appetite would give him no peace until it was sated. To that end, he headed down to the hotel’s restaurant for some much needed chow. The eatery was furnished in low tables surrounded by piles of crimson pillows. Finding an empty table, Takeo plopped down as described above.
A waiter quickly made his way over, his olive, sun darkened skin a striking contrast with the white, loose fitting robes he was wearing. He offered Takeo a menu, which he gladly took, and rushed off to get the boy the iced tea he had ordered while he perused the strange foods that were offered. When the waiter returned with his drink, Takeo ordered some baba ghanoush as an appetizer while he looked over the entrée’s.
The young boy glanced around the room at the other patrons. Some were wealthy businessmen, some simple travelers, but Takeo was more interested in the plethora of foreign shinobi he saw. This was his first time venturing outside the village, and his first time seeing shinobi from other countries. Understandably, Takeo’s nerves were on edge. Then, one face in the crowd brought relief through familiarity.
”Hey, Nanashi! Over here!” Takeo waved to his friend, calling him over to his table.
[OOC: Since we’re in the desert, I went ahead and decided that middle eastern cuisine would be appropriate. HERE is what I’m using as a menu, though I’m sure they have more traditional Asian food for their “foreign” customers if you wish. This is a Free RP, anyone can join. Just had prior permission from Nanashi to include him.]