Post by Wolf on Nov 17, 2010 20:53:02 GMT -5
A gray, white, and dark blue figure stumbled in the streets, hiccuping and spelling liquid along the way. The figure's hair was blue, and her out fit was gray and white, the liquid was alcohol. Soon the figure stumbled in a ally, leaning against the wall closet to her. Kamiraikou Kumo was the Raikage, and today was like any other day in the village for her: wondering, more like stumbling due the the alcohol, around the village aimlessly, wondering how she got where she was. And this was exactly what was happening.
The Raikage sighed, hiccuping. There was almost nothing to do, and she didn't want to go though more papers that day.
The Raikage sighed, hiccuping. There was almost nothing to do, and she didn't want to go though more papers that day.