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Post by prey4rayne on Mar 27, 2010 2:28:21 GMT -5
Pumkin smiled tasting blood in his mouth he kipped up, then drop kicked the man in his chest knocking the wind right out of him. Pumkin pulled the bow from his hair and let it fall down, before wiping the blood from his face, there was something about this guy he liked and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"After you"
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Post by Jackstraw on Mar 27, 2010 3:00:32 GMT -5
"Of course." He wheezed, pulling in air as he climbed back to his feet, still grinning like an idiot. He took the boy by the hair, slinging him ahead across the half-flooded ground. This would be a fun evening.
They trudged through the pouring rain, trading sideways blows until an off-the-wall kick sent the pink-haired assassin flying through the doors of the most neon-lit bar they could hobble into. Isamu trudged in afterwards, shoving his hands back into his pockets as he spit out another glob of blood from a busted tooth. Oh fun.
"Sake the burns, c'mon." He stared down at the boy, who seemed to had shattered a crowded table upon his fall, but the barkeep knew who was being talked to and set about pulling out the mens drinks. "I win, kid."
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Post by prey4rayne on Mar 27, 2010 15:50:08 GMT -5
Pumkin plucked himself from the mass of destruction he had inadvertently created, he leaped up and took the drink from the bartender, who looked at him in confusion. The boy couldn't be more than 15 and yet he was dressed in an ANBU uniform, and was drinking alcohol. you don't see that everyday. After downing his drink with the quickness Pumkin finally conceded that the stranger did win their little tit for tat contest, at least for now. It then dawned on him that he had no fuckin clue who this guy was.
"So whats yer' deal shades, i mean that was a top secret mission, and you kinda just happened to be involved, you some kinda Secret agent or some shit?" He asked calling for another drink
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Post by Jackstraw on Mar 28, 2010 2:45:42 GMT -5
"Maybe, but at least I ain't no dog tied to its village." He grinned back at the kid, scanning him over quickly before snatching the bottle the barkeep offered them. "Woulda dropped you like a fly if I hadn't thought you were just someone's kid wandering in on some shit. Purty young to be in on that shit, ain't you? Even I never dug so deep in that I ended up in some black ops. Nifty clothes, though."
He poured out a shot, slamming it down in one big swallow. He shuddered, smacked his lips, then downed a few more swallows straight from the bottle. He could feel what was left of his brain curdling at the taste of the drink. Strong shit.
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Post by prey4rayne on Mar 30, 2010 23:49:59 GMT -5
Pumkin shook his head at the mans reaction, you would think a guy like this could take that shit straight to the end with no ill effects "Light weight" He whispered under his breathe before addressing the mans statement.
"I aint young, i will have you know I'm 15 years old, besides that, I'm the best there is at what i does"
He said confidently, taking another shot
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Post by Jackstraw on Mar 30, 2010 23:58:10 GMT -5
"Fifteen? You look like your balls ain't even dropped yet, kid. That ain't right." He sloshed the bottle around, scrutinizing the kid from the corner of his eye. Fifteen, eh? Pretty decent for a toddler. Quite a find for just a little money scrounge outing.
She'll be angry if I don't bring back all the cash though. Hmmm...
"So what is it you does, kid? 'Side from being a bitch on a leash."
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Post by prey4rayne on Mar 31, 2010 0:02:32 GMT -5
Pumkin lowered his brow at the man, but never relinquishing his smile "Ya know you talk alot of shit for somebody who had to bargain his way out of a face raping ya know that?" Pumkin said in his most smart ass tone, before wiping his mouth of the liquor.
"But for your information, i am what you would call a cleaner, If somebody got a mess, they call me to clean it up, and fella that is what the fuck i do best." He said confidently, nodding his head
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Post by Jackstraw on Mar 31, 2010 0:11:06 GMT -5
"Sounds boring, but if you have fun being sicced on people, whatever." Isamu kept his grin, wide and steady, obviously not bothered by his previous comment. He had nothing to prove to this kid after all. In fact, this kid was the one who should be proving himself to him. "Already halfway there, kid."
He shot a large, almost eerie grin the boy's way, downing another few chugs.
"Kid, kid..." He grimaced a bit. "You got a name, kid?"
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Post by prey4rayne on Mar 31, 2010 0:21:39 GMT -5
What is with this guy and the dog references? Pumkin asked himself, he was really dedicated to the concept it seemed. He must have been come kinda slave or some shit, before he became captain mystery.
"Name's Pumkin, and how bout you vanilla face? you gotta name?" He asked chuckling
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Post by Jackstraw on Sept 10, 2010 21:31:32 GMT -5
"Sure do, veg." The orange-haired man grinned, downing another shot. Pumkin? What kinda name was that? Someone's parents never loved them. "However, that's need-to-know info. You ain't gotta know that to drink with me, do you?" He chuckled at his own astoundingly drunk wit. He was such a good secret-keeping ninja. o3o
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Post by prey4rayne on Sept 10, 2010 22:13:20 GMT -5
Letting out a hiccup of liquor, his eyes rolled in his head and he chuckled. "So i am just gonna assume that your just some sorta junkie, Which is kewl, i understand that most drug addicts have problems remembering their names, thats probably why you wear those glasses, your real eyes are probably cracked the fuck out, gotta lay off that meth man" Pumkin said before taking another swig of hard liquor, this little kid was putting them back tonight
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Post by Jackstraw on Sept 10, 2010 22:44:16 GMT -5
"Not exactly my bag, but if you're into it, I know some people." He chortled, swishing around the bottle in his hand. This kid was pretty hardcore for his age. Pretty promising... "You like working like a slave for that village of yours, veg head?"
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Post by prey4rayne on Sept 10, 2010 22:53:01 GMT -5
"BLECHHHHHHHHHHH" Pumpkin released a huge belch right in the bartenders face as he handed him the whole bottle, getting tired of pouring the kid shots. Now just chugging out of the bottle, he damn near fell out of his chair. He wiped his mouth and stared at The orange haired man, who now looked like a really kewl carrot dressed in a bathrobe. "I woul.....would.......wouldn't say Happy, but fuck pays my bills and keeps me looking clean" He retorted
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Post by Jackstraw on Sept 10, 2010 23:07:39 GMT -5
"Pfffft." Seemed like they was dishin' out the good shit now. "I remember when I was like that. Sucks hard nutsack, kid. You ain't never gonna be happy trapped in that bullshit bureaucracy they be running up in that shit." Dishin' out the big words to. =O
He took another chug from the bottle, setting it down hard.
"I used to work for Konoha, so I can't imagine how bad it could possibly be in some backwater place like Taki. What shitholes."
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Post by prey4rayne on Sept 10, 2010 23:15:50 GMT -5
Giggling like a small retard pumpkin couldn't hold his laughter "hahahah, shit holes....nutsack shitholes......TO!!!! .hahaha" He was like a kid in a candy, well actually he was but that was not the point. After his liquor induced laugh fest wore off he finally translated what the man said "What ya mean you uzed to work for Konoha, was you a pimp or some shit huh?........Huh?........yeah....Huh?"
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