A lot of thoughts were going through his head... But one of them remained the most, ever since he had returned here it seemed that there was not a single trace left of his family. A deep sigh left him as he pulled his hair back, looking in the mirror. "As If I could see myself..." He muttered out loud and the creature inside of him answered. "You can but you cannot." It would almost yawn right after, after all, she was the type to be most awake at night. Cleaning his face he would then wash his hands... The contact lenses had to go in for today.
After he had placed his contact lenses in his blue eyes would now be brown, a natural color brown even. He would pick up the temporary dye from a cabin and after confirming that it was the right color through braille. he would start to place that in his hair too. As he waited for the stuff to work in, he would start on the make-up to create the scar too. It would take a few layers to look like an old scar too, but he did manage to nail the mark on it again. After that, he would wash out the product carefully to not stain his face.
His clothing would be casual and in his backpack he would place a bartender's clothing, in case he had to go further undercover in the area.
Outside he would try to get a feeling for the weather... Hearing from locals around the crater city that it would be a dry day... make him happy. That meant he kind of took the right approach on this. Slowly he would start moving around the city again, some people recognized this attire and started to greet him. "Roxes!" One named and he would turn on his heels and wave. "Good afternoon miss Mari." He would then have a quick small talk with her, trying to learn about the economics from around the place and more... But she spoke like not a lot had changed over time. "Guess we cannot do much about this then huh..." He would comment and pick up her groceries before moving to her place. He then put them down and said goodbye. Biting down on the apple he had gotten as he walked through the streets, asking a few things to people. Always in a different matter in hopes to get answers. Yet none of them mentioned shinobi or casino or gekido. Leaving him a bit worried.
"Maaan... I wish I would be a shinobi, it almost seems like they have it so easy to get jobs around." He complained out loud in hope for a catch.
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After he had placed his contact lenses in his blue eyes would now be brown, a natural color brown even. He would pick up the temporary dye from a cabin and after confirming that it was the right color through braille. he would start to place that in his hair too. As he waited for the stuff to work in, he would start on the make-up to create the scar too. It would take a few layers to look like an old scar too, but he did manage to nail the mark on it again. After that, he would wash out the product carefully to not stain his face. His clothing would be casual and in his backpack he would place a bartender's clothing, in case he had to go further undercover in the area.
Outside he would try to get a feeling for the weather... Hearing from locals around the crater city that it would be a dry day... make him happy. That meant he kind of took the right approach on this. Slowly he would start moving around the city again, some people recognized this attire and started to greet him. "Roxes!" One named and he would turn on his heels and wave. "Good afternoon miss Mari." He would then have a quick small talk with her, trying to learn about the economics from around the place and more... But she spoke like not a lot had changed over time. "Guess we cannot do much about this then huh..." He would comment and pick up her groceries before moving to her place. He then put them down and said goodbye. Biting down on the apple he had gotten as he walked through the streets, asking a few things to people. Always in a different matter in hopes to get answers. Yet none of them mentioned shinobi or casino or gekido. Leaving him a bit worried.
"Maaan... I wish I would be a shinobi, it almost seems like they have it so easy to get jobs around." He complained out loud in hope for a catch.
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