Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170824003340/@comment-32868247-20170824024233

Ducking in and out of shops, quickly glancing about. Hurried footsteps, shuffling feet as she cast her eyes about. No, no, no... Wrong fabric. Wrong color. Wrong pattern... Wrong threads. Faulty equipment. Nothing on her list of things to buy in town seemed to be panning out - worse yet, she couldn't seem to find anything that she could amend to work for the design that she was trying to buy materials for. Nothing blank, nothing borrowable. If it was the right color, it was also the wrong material - and even if neither of those were the issue, there'd be a hiccup in the pre-laid pattern - or the consistency would be off. No matter what she did, through her few short moments of hurried searching, she simply could not seem to find what she was looking for. This was a rare issue; one that would effect her day job considerably. It was going to put her behind schedule on the clothing that had been ordered custom out of her shop. ''This is a problem, this is a problem... ''Pearly white teeth nibbled at her bottom lip, brows knitting together in frustration and concern as the first light of alarm began to glow in her brilliant eyes. Despite having hardly moved about, she suddenly felt hot in her clothes, breath coming just a little too fast, too short, too heavy... And before she knew it, she found herself exhaling on an exhasperated sigh as she stormed out of the second or third stall, empty-handed and clearly flustered.

Vendor after vendor passed by in her peripheral vision, but not many of them sold what she was looking for and she hardly paused to give them any consideration. If the shops she'd already been to didn't have what she was looking for, then they simply didn't have it. Her head was ducked low again, trying to conceal the clear look of frustration marring her visage as she stormed off sullenly down the street, forehead pressing against the back of her lute's neck as she continued to clutch at it huffily. Unfortunately, not having paid attention in the slightest...she found she was unexpectedly surrounded by several disgruntled people. Her head raised slightly, and she glanced roundabout. Oh... She'd stopped right alongside...a cop? Eesh. She cringed away a little, moving to circle around the man and continue on down the road. At a slower pace, though; these arguing people were...vendors. A missing shipment? That could actually be half of Meirinna's problem at this moment, not that the blonde bothered to comment vocally on it as she overheard these things. It wasn't...really...her issue, per se. And if they were speaking with a police officer, then surely things would be taken care of. Police had Shinobi training...right? Stopping just beyond range of the crowd, and keeping her back to them, she breathed a soft sigh and lowered her gaze again. She was still within hearing range. Honestly...

If a missing shipment was the trouble with some of the supplies she'd been unable to find in town, then it was something she'd have to keep tabs on. The young kunoichi wouldn't be able to complete her other task until the issue was resolved. Bandits, though? Near Konoha...? She found herself shaking her head softly, in dismay. The nerve. Only a band of fools would ever think it wise to lay seige to roads leading to a Hidden Village. The place was a powerhouse of military might. Taking the moment to breathe while she waited for things to be talked out, she pondered whether or not to take things into her own hands. 'Well, I'm not very experienced... I'd have to be an idiot to do anything on my own.' Sure enough. Of course, who ever said she would need to do anything on her own? She could always tail this other guy, assuming he decided to do anything about it. The small woman turned slightly, glancing back over her shoulder towards the group just for a moment before remembering that she didn't want anyone to realize that she was eavesdropping. The last thing she wanted was to be mistaken for some nosey passersby - even though that was exactly what she was, honestly - or worse, some sort of spy hanging around and listening in on word of the bandits.