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Post by Inuzuka Kiba on Dec 26, 2012 15:15:11 GMT -5
"Arf! Arf!"
The sound started to rouse him from his sleep, but he wasn't quite ready to get up. "Not now, Akamaru. Just five more minutes," he said as rolled over. He wanted nothing more than to sleep for another few minutes before he had to get up and get to his duties.
"Arf! Arf!"
It was at this point that Kiba came out of his sleep enough to register the concern in his little buddy's voice. "What's the matter, Aka-," Kiba started to ask when he got a mouth full of sand. He pushed himself off the ground and began spitting to try and get the taste out of his mouth. As he began looking around, Kiba noted that they were in the middle of a desert.
"I've got a bad feeling about this, boy. We had better be on our guard," he said as he picked up Akamaru and placed him inside of his coat. His little buddy was going to be the ace up his sleeve, but for now he was going to let his nose find his way out of this desert.
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Post by Akimichi Chōji on Dec 26, 2012 17:19:43 GMT -5
Barbecued pork! Barbecued beef!
Barbecued anything as far as he could see!
The boy swam through this heavenly ocean of food, stopping only to take heaping bites of his surroundings. Everything tasted amazing, and there was always so much left after finishing each meal! He must have died, and this was his eternal reward!
"Fatty."
He stopped in mid-bite at the voice. The boy looked around. Who said that?
"Fat fatty."
The Genin swam about, but couldn't find the origin of the voice. Who was it calling fat? He certainly wasn't fat.
"FAT FAT FATTY FAT."
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"I'M NOT FAT! I'M CHUBBY!"
[/size] Choji roared as he awoke, fists outstretched to pound whoever was calling him such names. There was a silent moment as his mind began to escape that of his fantasies and enter the coil of reality. Or whatever this new place was. This word seemed devoid of color, or maybe it was just the boy's eyes playing tricks on him. All around him was miles and miles of sand; he was in a desert. There was something off, though. No wind. No heat. Just a frozen dryness that clung to his body, weighing him down. A noise in the distance caught his ears. His eyes were still milky from his earlier sleep, but it almost looked like a class mate of his. "Kiba! Is that you?" he called out to the boy, bringing himself to his feet. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Inuzuka Kiba on Dec 26, 2012 22:31:23 GMT -5
A whimpering sound came from within his jacket, and Kiba's entire body tensed up. "Don't worry, Akamaru. Whatever is out there, we will face it together," he said as he reached inside his coat gently pat his friend on the head. This desert was not the best of conditions for either one of them, but Kiba was fairing better than the poor little guy in his jacket.
It would have been easy to find a way out if his sniffer wasn't on the blink for some reason. "Don't suppose it matters. Any scent that we pick up might just lead us to someone else who got dropped off out here," Kiba said to himself.
Then there was a familiar voice that called out to him, and Kiba turned to see someone that he hadn't expected to be out here. "Yeah, its me, Chōji."
Of course, the real question was whether or not his class mate was going to believe him. If he were where Chōji was, then Kiba would have probably hit himself in the face by now just to see whether or not it wasn't a transformation jutsu.
Fortunately for Chōji, Kiba could be very certain that this was in fact his class mate as the scent matched up to Chōji's scent from when he had been practicing his tracking skills a few weeks ago on his unsuspecting classmates.
"We need to figure out which way to go to get out of here," Kiba said as his eyes began scanning the surrounding area for signs of anybody. "And keep your guard up. I don't know who nabbed us, but they are going to regret it once I find them."
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