195 - Tsunade
[The feed kicks in with the sounds of an electric bass playing. Loudly. Apologies to anyone in building three, particularly the second floor. There's a note that doesn't sound like it belongs.]
Piece of shit fucking F sharp.
[The music starts over, this time without the error.]
Hell yeah. [She finally notices the red light of the communicator that fell out of her pocked.] Seriously?
[A familiar face appears, but now framed with blue tipped hair, a black leather color, and a ripped band tee-shirt that's far too tight.]
Hate these things. I'll be heading by the clinic later, if anyone needs something. I'm figuring this out first.
[She kills the communicator with her foot.]
Piece of shit fucking F sharp.
[The music starts over, this time without the error.]
Hell yeah. [She finally notices the red light of the communicator that fell out of her pocked.] Seriously?
[A familiar face appears, but now framed with blue tipped hair, a black leather color, and a ripped band tee-shirt that's far too tight.]
Hate these things. I'll be heading by the clinic later, if anyone needs something. I'm figuring this out first.
[She kills the communicator with her foot.]