by Thaedael » Wed Mar 13, 2013 4:37 am
Uzumaki Hajime was many things, he was idealistic, he was happy, he was hard working, he was easy to make a friendship with, and today, of all days, he was hung over. The taste of cheap sake was hanging heavy off his form as he continued to soak in the small wooden tub in the sole washroom of his accommodations, the water long since having turned from a pleasant heat to one of mediocre cold. Yet it did not matter, for the coolness of the water flowed about him, tracing it's way through his nude form, easing the tense muscles and his throbbing head as he rested just below the surface. He was by far no prime specimen of all that was man, yet he was no slouch either in the looks department, his crimson hair floating strand by stand amid the coolness of the water. His face was met on both sides by long side burns, ending in a powerful jawline by most accounts, though usually hidden behind the carefree smile of an idiot who thought the world was "just right".
Bubbles escaped from pursed lips, before finally he surfaced once more, breathing in a lungful of fresh air and opening his eyes once more. His pupils dilated to accommodate the bright sun filtered in through bamboo blinds, their cut form deflecting the light off of every surface only reminding him of the pounding headache he had. Across from where he bathed in the room was a pile of his clothes, folded at the foot of a mirror, in which he took the time to look over himself. He had the red hair of his clan, long at shoulder length. His eyes were a warm purple, taking after his mother's side from which the majority of the genetic stock seemed to have originated. Standing up he glanced at his body in the mirror, jokingly flexing one more time, before deciding to towel off. He stepped through the kimono that was laid out for him, before slipping one arm through the white sleeve of a long coat, the uzumaki symbol, a source of pride, stood centered on it's back. It was the logo that all members now wore on their uniforms, showing the solidarity between his village, and that of the leaf, the reason he had come to study under them.
A few ninja scrolls were all that accompanied him, along with the newly minted headband that had been for so much cause for celebration the night before, it's ribbon wrapped along the carrying case of scrolls at his side. He would probably be late at this point, but it was worth the moment of relaxation, what's the worst that could happen after all?