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Re: Obito Application pt. 2
Background History:

Obito's family had never been rich, but they had lived comfortably enough. Running a small flower and garden shop, the small, practically seperated Uchiha family was just well off enough that that they could send their only son to the semi-respectable private school in the next town over. The school experience, though, was a far cry from the road to a better life in higher society that Obito's parents had hoped for. The daily commute to school left Obito perpetually late to class, leaving him with a slacker reputation, and his inability to keep up with current trends left him with very few friends throughout his school years, not to mention the constant teasing left him with a hair trigger when it came to the waterworks. Not that Obito had ever, ever admitted to crying in all his years of elementary. Or middle school. ...Or high school.

Once he got into his University years, though, things seemed to be looking up for Obito. Taking a step far, far out of the box, he'd applied to schools overseas looking to study in horticulture to bring in new methods and ideas into his family's shop, and had been accepted to a school in the United States! The University of Nevada in a city that was called Reno. Obito had never heard the name even in passing, but with the glamorous idea that all of America was like the New York, Vegas, or Hollywood he would see on occasion on the television, he packed his bags and headed for a school in what - to him - was like a completely new world.

The rose-tinted glasses didn't last long. Between a new country, an unfamiliar language he wasn't entirely fluent with, fast-paced university courses, and various jobs he cycled through to keep up with bills that his parents could barely help him with any longer, the glamor of America dwindled quickly. His grades hit a downward slope he couldn't catch up with, and his attendance at both school and work was dismal as he had a horrible memory on how to use the transit system, and a cozy affinity for hitting the snooze button. He lasted the first year, but within the first two months of the second year's first semester, Obito found himself without a job and a university in one fell swoop. Seriously, it wasn't his fault he'd finally come up with the money for a game console and found the vacuum of time that was Katamari Damacy. Attendance came second to pleasing that beautiful King. (Who had made him cry on more than one occasion with his overly high standards.) Finally, though, two months after that when he unplugged that horrible playstation and tucked it under his couch to forget about it, he was ready again to face the world.

He needed a job. He'd worry about school later, because it was useless to reapply mid-semester, and his student working visa hadn't expired yet. He'd only take a semester or two off, anyways, and he'd just work in between the down time. It sounded like a great plan to him. It was by luck, maybe, that he came across a flyer on the wall of a... Respectable video renting-and-selling establishment denoting one Feel Good, Inc., looking for a few extra pairs of helping hands (and perhaps other body parts) for a few upcoming features. The young man had barely stopped to think about it before scribbling the number down on his palm. He'd seen enough of these things, and he was sure he could do that. For money. For maybe a fair bit of money. He was going to need it to reapply or his courses and pay for the extra year that it would take for him to graduate - he couldn't ask his parents, they still thought he was attending classes diligently, after all.

Yeah, it was a great plan.