Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170806041836/@comment-26068742-20170806082134

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The scene of the crime went dead cold only leaving one of the three homes for the Senju to actually attend. When he set out he would’ve arrived to the home more up north if he decided to knock it would’ve taken several min for a person to open; the yellow house held columns and friezes and arched windows a few feet high It might once have been nice; it might once have been the home of an actual family. But scrub and tall weeds now covered the yellowed lawn, which clearly hadn’t been cut in years. A wire fence bordered the property, sagging at spots where the wind had knocked it down, a wooden gate hanging from its post. Set far back from the curb, beneath three tower pines.

 

It was white plaster with a brown tile roof and Castillian wrought iron over the windows. The house was an old brown tumbledown wreck, its clapboard weathered and cracked, several roof shingles missing. After taking all this in one person would’ve opened the door an middle aged male along with a much younger woman. “Who the hell are you Kid!” He demanded the tone of this man was a very hasty one if the Senju would’ve remembered the files this infront of him would’ve been the father of Suki. “I’m not going to ask you again, who the fuck are you?” If the Senju boy would’ve introduced himself as a intern the male would’ve gotten ready to close the door in his face.

But if he showed him his badge and informed him about the reopen of his daughter case then his whole attuide would’ve changed wanting him to step inside. Leading him in the living room where there had been chairs, He leaned on the old boards. They felt thin and veined, frozen by a hundred winters, baked by a hundred summers. They smelled of dust and age. “So what could I do for you?”