[Backdated to that flash storm a long while ago.Kankurou descended the steps two at a time, clasping his heavy messenger bag to his hip and squinting with a forearm shielding him from the rain like God’s Biggest Hangover Piss. Having spent the past two and a half hours arguing immigration he was glad to be out, he’d just have to manage that ( Read more... )

[Parts played respectively in the log, unfinished as Shika and I would like to invite Kank to join in the fun, and perhaps conveniently walk in at an awkward moment. And I suppose that if they get rowdy, close neighbors (so maybe apartments 7, 9, 3 and 14 (as they all share walls/floors/ceilings)) could swing by and tell them to shut up/have a ( Read more... )

Carrying buckets of ice cream had proved more difficult than Risa thought. She was finally able to stack four of the cheap gallon containers from the grocery store in her arms, forming a magical square, her eyes barely peeking from the top of the buckets. There was vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and a neopolitan for those who liked to mix it up ( Read more... )

Keryn’s summary;

Kankurou: IS ALL THIS ARGUING MAKING YOU HOT?
Ino: WHAT-- NO.
Kankurou: UH YEAH ME EITHER. JUST CHECKIN'.

[Takes place directly after this thread. Warnings: Strong language and Yamanaka ass?The saying "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" could not hold truer in the case of one Yamanaka Ino as she stomped her way over to ( Read more... )

It was with a smile and a yawn that Naruto awoke late in the morning. He hadn't much planned for the day, but that didn't mean it wouldn't still be fun. He'd been meaning to check out some job opportunities and he'd been just itchin' to check out that store Risa had mentioned. It sounded pretty cool. Then again, as he'd discovered the night of ( Read more... )

Slow days. Kankurou loved them. As much as he enjoyed making those who looked as if they'd never downloaded porn uneasy and how laid back the regulars were, he certainly didn't mind having Anko out and messing with the radio station. Anko was a cool broad, one of the very few human beings with a vagina he just plain got along with, but they had ( Read more... )

It was nearing evening when the bus that ran past 311 Lysgar ground to a noisy halt. Gin stood and pulled his bags from where they'd been stuffed under seats and shoved into overhead storage. So this was it ( Read more... )

( Apartment eight was entirely at his disposal, the kitchen empty, the general living area void of moving bodies, and he felt no remorse as he wandered from room to room, eyes half dead to those that would have looked upon him. )

[contrary to popular belief, kin and kan do not fuck everytime they meet. this log proves the truth to that statement. no. really. i mean it. pg-13 for bad language. takes place in early may when kin was actually performing stuff.]The code word was 'elegant chic,' whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Dressing up was what Kin hated most ( Read more... )

Restless discontent hung about Kankurou’s room with the weight of the smoke that clouded the atmosphere. Tired and working against his body, mind skipping like a CD that wouldn’t accept the scratch-remover. Fathomless eyes sans makeup rolled to the clock as he wrapped up his Methodology final paper, nearly midnight. Not too bad. Working out a ( Read more... )