It took almost three days to figure out how to communicate with the staff, and once Jessica realized they were asking for money she knew she was screwed hard-core. Having to work for her keep was hard; convincing the staff to let her work was even harder. With no ability to communicate and having to rely on miming and pointing at things got old fast and soon when Jessica mimed to the staff she would swear along with it, putting sarcastic and caustic words and phrases that no one else understood into her sentences.
"Dumb-ass mother fuckers can suck a dick and choke on it," was mumbled as she scrubbed a room's floor, "who the fuck let those twat-wipes into the room anyway, at least those dumb-asses could have cleaned up after themselves!"
Jessica's first, and most certainly not last, run in with what she came to learn as ninjas was not a fun one. The small village the brunette made residences in was conveniently located on a common route for travelers, merchants, and ninjas on missions to or from either land of frost or land of lightning. These missions were usually bloody, or at the very least messy, and the ninjas usually did not see the usefulness in cleaning up after themselves. This left the unfortunate girl with the responsibility with cleaning up after said ninjas.
For our poor heroin she was stuck with what she dubbed "Fuckers' Mess Clean-up" as she did not speak or read the language very well and was expected to clean after the ninjas as she could therefore not read any sensitive documents, or point an enemy in the right direction. Many people assumed she was simply deaf, and she spoke 'gibberish' well enough, but could not communicate with words.
Jessica was proud to say though that she was learning. Children's books and a need to buy supplies made it possible and a necessity. The grumpy girl was ecstatic to find that writing and reading in katakana was becoming easier, she could even vocalize simple words and questions, but she still spoke in English with a liberal sprinkling of French when very frustrated, unless forced to otherwise.
Her pay was enough to buy some clothing, as what she arrived in was bare more than tatters after a horrible run in with some snotty children. Don't get her wrong, Jessica loved kids, she loved them even more when they didn't bother her. Her new clothes were simple, buying yukatas in varying shades of grey or blue with a black obi off a traveling merchant, and a few duplicate outfits of a pair of dark brown khakis with an either grey or jade green long sleeveless shirt. Often she would wear the pants and shirt under her yukata; she was either barefoot or in her boots when it came to foot-wear.
Eating was a whole other story for Jessica. Having lived in New York City for a large portion of her adult life Jessica would like to say she was not a picky eater, just preferring high-class dining. Living off of rice, pickled vegetables, and whatever protein was fresh was not what she would class as high-profile food. The tea was good though, if not more bitter than what she was used to.
One of the perks though on being as underestimated as she was is that no one suspected her of swiping a little extra cash here and there or taking a ninja tool or two. Jessica was proud to say she had enough money to last a few months on a strict budget and more than enough of those strange daggers (kunai) to last her in her travels.
"Gonna leave this shit-spot of a town once I know enough." Was what Jessica would say every day, and she was so close to her goal, she could almost taste the freedom. After months of slaving away in grueling tasks that annoyed the caustic girl to no end she finally has enough to hitch a ride with the next traveling merchant to where ever they were going. With her basic language skills and the weapons she collected the girl could claim to be a ninja and hitch a ride for free or even get paid to protect the caravan. That was her plan and Jessica personally thought it was brilliant, after all anywhere had to be better than this agoraphobic town. Jessica was a city girl; she needed crowded streets and pushy people to feel at home, and to feel that her rough and tumble language and behavior were justified,
For the moment though Jessica had to go deal with a drunken patron, damn perverted ninjas and their inability to keep their hands to themselves. She swore to herself if she ever saw the white haired man after this she would castrate him herself, he wasn't much of a looker and if Jessica wasn't into the ladies she still wouldn't touch him with a twenty foot pole.
"Who the hell wears make-up like that anyway, red stripes down the face don't distract from your big-ass mole you motherfucker." Was all the frustrated girl could mumble under what she assumed was the man's drunken bragging and flirting. She was so stealing from this fucker before she left tomorrow with the latest merchant caravan. The head merchant said they were heading to a place called 'Konohagakure no Sato', not that Jessica knew what they meant, but anywhere was better than where ever the hell she was.
Third Chapter. Soon we will be getting into Konaha and some interaction with Naruto. Shout out to whoever can guess what ninja made a guest appearance this chapter. Not that hard really.