Post by Shikamaru on May 14, 2008 20:04:01 GMT -5
name. ; Shikamaru Nara
age. ; 19
rank. ; Chuunin
past experiences. ? I roleplay on too many sites to list, so I wont bore you with those details. As for my experience, I've got enough I should think. About six years now. I like Kakashi, but as he's taken, Shikamaru's second best in my book. I'm a sucker for the lazy, eccentric ones, perhaps?
sample rp. ; A giant cloud of smoke drifted into the sky, its sponsor, as lazy as his surroundings. Shikamaru Nara, a rather tall fellow these days, sat slouched on the park bench in a way any mother would have screamed at him for. But he'd gone this long and hadn't a bad posture yet; he doubted he'd get scoliosis at this point anyway. These days, that was the least of his problems.
The teenager pulled the butt of his cigarette to his lips and sucked in deeply, his dark eyes closing. His head leaned back against the bench as his arm bent over the top of the bench. "Don't bother," he muttered, his breath just a puff of smoke as he spoke, "I already know what you're going to say. Don't waste your breath."
"Don't waste your breath is more like it!" a voice snapped, high and shrill sounding, just like Shikamaru knew it to be. Shikamaru sucked his teeth when his cancer-stick was plucked from between his fingers, but he didn't bother opening his eyes. He didn't have the energy for this. Not right now.
"I wasn't done with that," he protested with an annoyed sigh, his hand already reaching into his vest to produce his pack of smokes.
"Shikamaru!" was the next whiny snarl, and this time, Shikamaru's eyes pried open to aim a half-lidded glare at the blonde who was standing before him, hands akimbo, her face like his, only much, much more frustrated.
"I need nourishment..." he mumbled, his eyes narrowing, but a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "If it'll make you happy, Ino," his voice almost dipped into a growl at the name, "I wont smoke." This seemed to satisfy the girl as she was next flashing a grateful grin at him.
"Ya mean it?" she yipped, wasting no time to smother Shikamaru into her chest, which-- for goodness sakes-- was rivaling Tsunade's these days.
"Yeah, yeah..." he grunted, his face shying away, his horrified expression apparent. Ino giggled and skipped on off, to Shikamaru's relief.
"...until you leave," Shikamaru tacked on when she was out of range, a small hint of resentment in his tone. He reached into his thigh holster, which, big surprise, he'd kept his spare pack of cigarettes. Specific for this occasion. "Get off my back, Ino. You're like my mother," he mumbled.
age. ; 19
rank. ; Chuunin
past experiences. ? I roleplay on too many sites to list, so I wont bore you with those details. As for my experience, I've got enough I should think. About six years now. I like Kakashi, but as he's taken, Shikamaru's second best in my book. I'm a sucker for the lazy, eccentric ones, perhaps?
sample rp. ; A giant cloud of smoke drifted into the sky, its sponsor, as lazy as his surroundings. Shikamaru Nara, a rather tall fellow these days, sat slouched on the park bench in a way any mother would have screamed at him for. But he'd gone this long and hadn't a bad posture yet; he doubted he'd get scoliosis at this point anyway. These days, that was the least of his problems.
The teenager pulled the butt of his cigarette to his lips and sucked in deeply, his dark eyes closing. His head leaned back against the bench as his arm bent over the top of the bench. "Don't bother," he muttered, his breath just a puff of smoke as he spoke, "I already know what you're going to say. Don't waste your breath."
"Don't waste your breath is more like it!" a voice snapped, high and shrill sounding, just like Shikamaru knew it to be. Shikamaru sucked his teeth when his cancer-stick was plucked from between his fingers, but he didn't bother opening his eyes. He didn't have the energy for this. Not right now.
"I wasn't done with that," he protested with an annoyed sigh, his hand already reaching into his vest to produce his pack of smokes.
"Shikamaru!" was the next whiny snarl, and this time, Shikamaru's eyes pried open to aim a half-lidded glare at the blonde who was standing before him, hands akimbo, her face like his, only much, much more frustrated.
"I need nourishment..." he mumbled, his eyes narrowing, but a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "If it'll make you happy, Ino," his voice almost dipped into a growl at the name, "I wont smoke." This seemed to satisfy the girl as she was next flashing a grateful grin at him.
"Ya mean it?" she yipped, wasting no time to smother Shikamaru into her chest, which-- for goodness sakes-- was rivaling Tsunade's these days.
"Yeah, yeah..." he grunted, his face shying away, his horrified expression apparent. Ino giggled and skipped on off, to Shikamaru's relief.
"...until you leave," Shikamaru tacked on when she was out of range, a small hint of resentment in his tone. He reached into his thigh holster, which, big surprise, he'd kept his spare pack of cigarettes. Specific for this occasion. "Get off my back, Ino. You're like my mother," he mumbled.
