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Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 5:47 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme A young man strolled alone along the rooftops in the middle-upper tier of the great city-planet, Coruscant. Slung over his back was a large instrument case, and he whistled a slow, melancholy tune as he went. Periodically, he would check a small watch-sized display on his wrist. Anyone who happened to sneak a glance at him would have suspected that he was simply late for some sort of gig -- it was not uncommon for acrobatically-inclined people to make their own shortcuts in this part of Coruscant, especially musicians who might be strapped for cash.
At length, he went through an unlocked door on a roof, and came out on street level. He casually found the nearest corner, set down his case, and began to assemble his instrument. It was a medium-sized double-reeded instrument, which sounded much like an alto-saxophone. He began to play that same, sad song that he was whistling earlier. A few people dropped a credit or two as they passed, but most kept walking. This area was perhaps the highest of the low, or the lowest of the high, and was the perfect housing spot for a certain young politician who was just making his way. He had been gaining renown for his speeches, and for being an out-spoken supporter of the new mining-regulation bill that was in great debate in the Senate. This particular senator, Jamca Femil, was in unusually good spirits this evening and was glad to donate fifty credits to the skilled Kloo horn player on the corner. The man behind the instrument bowed his head in thanks, and continued playing. It wasn't until a few more people passed and donated him money that he packed up and walked in the opposite direction, whistling again to himself. He walked for half a block before turning into a small, family-run restaurant. Using the money from his case, he ordered a light meal of Alderaan Stew, which surprised him in how enjoyable it was. After finishing it, he found the restroom, locked the door behind him, and snuck out through the window into a dark alley. He climbed up the ladder that was on the side of the building and made it to the roof. Crouching low, he moved swiftly to the next building, then opened up his case again. He poked a very specific spot in the case with his index finger, and the whole base flipped around, revealing a disassembled rifle, of a clearly high caliber. He quickly assembled it, laid flat on his stomach, and took aim at a certain building in the distance. He checked his watch again, looked in the scope, and found Jamca Femil's head right in his crosshairs. Adjusted his aim slightly for the distance and the angle of the glass, the musician squeezed the trigger. With satisfaction, he saw Senator Femil's head fly backwards, blood flying everywhere. A quick glance at his "watch" brought a smile to his face, and he quickly disassembled the rifle and replaced it in the case. He poked the same spot, and the base flipped back around. Closing it up, swiftly moved back to the alley and into the restroom. He flushed his toilet and washed his hands, left the restaurant, and made his way back to his corner. By the time anyone had noticed that something was amiss, he had made almost one hundred credits, and was just finished packing up by the time he heard the police cruisers in the distance. Whistling to himself, he walked calmly back along the streets towards the Truth and Lies bar.... OOC: I'll just leave it here... yeah.... |
Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | The water cascaded down from the waterfall, crashing against the pool below. The mist sprayed into the air, swirling away from the turbulence. The beads of water in the air then seemed to freeze, though they remained liquid. The droplets moved against the forces of gravity, spinning in a clear whirlwind around a robed man sitting out in the pool, eyes closed. The water around him remained calm, despite it's proximity to the waterfall, and the man was perched calmly in the center of the calm, on top of the water in the eye of the storm. The droplets blended together to form a clear sheet of glassy water around the man, pure and transparent. An onlooker might have thought he could see a seemingly content smile on the man's blue-skinned face, though it was better described as an expression of serenity almost permanently etched into his features. At that moment, just as glass, the water wall shattered, and the pieces slowly moved away from the figure in the center of the lake. They sat suspended in air for a few moments, spinning lazily as the seconds ticked by. Then they formed into a perfect sphere of water, each "shard" pooling together in the air. The ball of water then shot towards the man in the center of the lake, only to have it's momentum arrested inches away from the man's head.
"A well attempted assault, Master Keel." the man on the water boomed out in a smooth baritone. "However, you should know better than to try to sneak up on me while I am meditating." The Chiss' eyes shot open, the glowing red pupils searching for the nearby attacker. A dark-robed Jedi Master leaned out from behind a tree, sticking out her tongue at the man on the water. "Spoil my fun, why don't you!" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Hmph!" Were it within the Chiss Jedi Master to laugh, he probably would have. However, the seemingly cold Avia'dolin'inrokini, or Adolin for short, could not grasp the human "emotions" properly, and did not have it in him to laugh. This, did not however stop him from his next surprising action: using the Force to throw that ball of water at the other Jedi. Caught unawares, the youngest Jedi Master in centuries was soaked head to toe by the large ball of water. "Indeed," Adolin said, "Though it did create some fun for me." Slowly he stood up, balanced perfectly on the water. Cautiously padding his way along the still pool, Adolin stepped onto the land and walked up to the sodden Master, Julia Keel. At the age of 16, Julia had completed the Trials and became the youngest member of the Jedi Council. However, she had a tendency to play harmless pranks, an expression of her youthful exuberance. They harmed no one, and usually gave everyone a laugh, especially since none of them were acted out of malice. Placing a hand on her damp shoulder, the Chiss Master nodded. "Always be mindful of the Force, young Master." he said, shaking the water from his hand and exiting the room. Indeed, Adolin seemed to be the only member of the council she had not caught offguard yet. Adolin left the mediation chamber and began to make his way to the Council Chambers. Entering the turbolift, he proceeded to ride it up to the Council floor. Though the clear glass wall, he saw the Temple Grounds laid out before him. As always, he basked in it's serene beauty on his way up. Upon reaching the floor of the Council Chambers, Adolin was met by Master Yoda. "Ah, Master Adolin," he said, "Troubling news, we have. Killed, another Senator has been." "Indeed...This makes the third in two weeks, does it not?" "Yes. Something greater, we fear, is behind this. Hard it is to say, who would target such relatively obscure Senators." "I see...I shall investigate this at once, Master Yoda." "Very well. As you will, Master Adolin." Adolin bowed low, and then proceeded to leave the Temple. He knew exactly where he had to be. Upon reaching the shuttle dock, Adolin hailed a airspeeder taxi. "Truth and Lies bar, please," he said as he closed the door... |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 8:45 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: I'm assuming roughly 10 credits to the dollar. Correct me if you know better...
The young musician calmly entered Truth and Lies bar from the rear staff entrance, greeting the waitresses with a kind smile and warm words. "You're looking particularly lovely today, Estelle!" "Oh, stop it, Jay! You tell me that every time." "Not true! I told that to Corine yesterday!" "You're terrible, Boss!" "Hey," he said over his shoulder, heading to his office, "You know you love me. Wouldn't stay here year after year if you didn't." Estelle simply shook her head, picking up her tray of drinks and heading back out into the main area. Jay could tell that she was hiding a grin. Upon entering his office, he set his case down on top of the stack of instrument cases in the corner, and sat down at his desk. He turned on his computer to catch up on the business. While he was gone, the band played with only one break, and the customers had spent about five thousand credits on drinks -- rather high for this time of the week. Usually, he attributed strange increases in profits to some new topic of discussion or a stark lack of work for the mercenary crowd. A few taps on the keyboard showed him that the mercenary section wasn't any more populated than normal, so it seemed that the first option was probably correct. Always one to be on top of things, Jay decided to look into this. Getting up from his desk, he finally took off his jacket and threw it on the coat rack. He smoothed out his shirt, fixed the cuffs, and headed out into the main bar area. Jay offered everyone a collective wave and smile, and got it back from nearly everyone present. He stopped by most of the tables to say hello and shoot the breeze, but mostly heard about so-and-so's new pet, or such-and-such getting a new speeder. It was only when he'd greeted everyone and gotten behind the bar did he hear anything interesting. "So, Garik, heard any good stories tonight?" Garik was a large humanoid (nobody asked if he was actually human) who served the dual purpose of bartender and bouncer. Though, thanks to Jay's smooth tongue, he didn't often have to act as bouncer, his presence alone seemed to stifle the amount of outbursts. Still, muscle-bound bear or not, he was the bartender, and people always talked to the bartender. "Some weird talk from the high-and-mighty types. Say something about a string of murders. Could be connected." "Really, now?" "Yeh, 'parently they think someone's got it out for certain senators. The more nervous-types think it's a total revolution, killing all the senators. But, that was Jasper, and you know how he gets." Jay laughed. "Yes, he always blows things way out of proportion." "Still though, they on to something. Word is, they might even put the Jedi onto the case." "Jedi? Surely the police are more than a match." "That's the thing though, the police are stumped. Maybe they have a connection, maybe a motive, but other than that.... Boss, this guy seems pretty good." "I guess we'll have to make sure our glasses stay clean in case he wanders in here, eh?" Garik laughed, recognizing it as a joke. Nevertheless, he tossed the rag he was holding into the dirty bin and pulled out a clean one before wiping down the next glass. |
| Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Adolin did not enjoy riding in airspeeders. There were perhaps a dozen different modifications he could think of to add to this particular vehicle just by looking at it. It was once said of the Chiss that they steal technology, and then give it back 100 times better. Adolin seemed to have a case of this as well, having modified even his own lightsabers. Shaking his head, Adolin looked out the window at the city flashing by. As he watched, the neighborhood go from ritzy to somewhat shady as the taxi reached the bar. Adolin thanked the driver and handed him a handful of credits. The driver didn't ask any other question of him because, hey, Jedi happen to tip quite well.
Adolin stepped out of the taxi and examed the bar. Truth and Lies was slightly less than upstanding and clean, but it attracted it's fair share of the middle class. Adolin pulled up his hood as he walked inside. He did not particularly enjoy coming here, as Jedi could become targets of the low thugs that liked to visit here. He slowly moved his way inside, using a small trick of the Force to make himself seem so unremarkable that no one noticed his entrance. The bar was a bustle with life, people crowding in and around. He had only been in but a few moments when he heard whispers of the murders. Yes, it seemed this was a good place to begin. He went to a particular table in the "Truth" section of the establishment, more towards the front of the bar. He chose that moment to activate a comlink call to his contact, who he was sure was here. It would alert the man to his presence, and he would come eventually. In the meantime, Adolin would simply have to wait. Fortunately, he was quite patient. He grabbed the attention of the waitress, Estelle, and asked for a bottle of Vasarian brandy. If his contact had a show, it would be quite some time indeed he would have to wait. The waitress returned with the bottle and the glass, warning him not to imbibe to much, if he wanted to walk out of here on his own legs. Adolin thanked her for the warning and handed her 100 credits, and then proceeded to open up his alcohol. Estelle walked away, trying to figure out why she thought tonight was going so well; she felt like she had just picked up a large tip, but couldn't remember anyone heavily tipping thus far tonight...how odd. OOC:Something Kreia does a LOT in KOTOR2, it's quite useful. |
The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 1:43 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Kreia was my favorite. Wonderfully evil old hag, she was... <3
The commlink buzzed gently. Marael tucked a strand of hair behind one ear and set down the datapad she'd been holding-- the new mining regulation bill, which she thought was rather radical but, in the end, not a bad idea at all. She and the other supporters had been getting a lot of arguments from the other side, which was only to be expected with a bill this extreme. Still, expected or not, it was tiring. But the person on the other end of the commlink might be marginally more important. She reached out to take it, nervousness washing over her as she did so. Dealing with Orion was always a nerve-wracking experience. One wrong move and she could blow her chances of ever learning what she wanted to know. Just as her fingers brushed the vibrating commlink, there was a rap at the door. "What is it?" The urge to snap at whoever had disturbed her was strong, but she suppressed it, forcing her voice into a nice, even tone. "Hold on a moment, please." After one desperate glance back at the commlink, she sighed and stood. This conversation was not one she could have with someone just on the other side of the door. "Senator Zadawi." The man gave a respectful nod when she opened the door. "Please forgive the interruption." "Of course." She stepped backward, motioning for him to enter. "Was there something you wished to speak to me about?" The man, who she recognized as Jasper Eli, the head of security for her apartments, gave another short nod. "We thought you should know that there has been another assassination," he said after a short pause. "Senator Femil was... killed in his apartments a short time ago." "I see." Marael frowned. Femil had been her strongest ally in this debate. He'd been charismatic, a good speaker... and, in a field where honest men had all but died out, he was one of the few strikingly decent ones. It was an honest shame, she thought, and it meant the loss of both a political ally and a close friend. "Thank you." "Senator, given these latest developments..." Jasper paused. "I would strongly suggest a hike in security measures around here." "What did you have in mind?" Marael's eyes darted back to the commlink, but it was too late now: Orion would not call again for at least a day, perhaps several. He was not a stupid man, whoever he was. "Please, sit down." Jasper did so, then launched into his plans. "First of all, I believe a new security system is in order. We already have video cameras located around the outside of the building, but you might consider the possibility of indoor cameras as well. And I understand that you enjoy seeing Coruscant without the formalities, Senator, but I must insist that you take some form of protection along with you." When she opened her mouth to protest, he held up one hand to stop her. "I know it seems extreme, Senator, but I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation. Whoever is behind this is obviously targeting specific Senators, and they're not all high-profile. Our informations suggests that you are not an impossibility." He looked pained as he spoke, as though he was a doctor telling his patient the worst news imaginable. Marael couldn't help but feel sorry for him; as intimidating as he may have been, she knew that he looked on her much as a father would look on a daughter. "Rest assured that we will keep you safe, Senator. All we ask is your cooperation." She nodded. "Of course, Jasper." She placed a hand on his arm, giving him a grateful smile. "I'll do all I can to make your job easier. Goodness knows it's difficult enough." At this, Jasper appeared relieved, as though he'd been under the impression that she would fight him tooth and nail over this. "That's good to hear, Senator." He patted her hand lightly and stood up. "If you needs anythin', you let me know, now." His voice turned gruff, and she knew better than to think it was anything but an attempt to hide his softer side. Besides, his practiced and immaculate grammar only ever slipped in times of emotion, she'd found. "None of this junk about tryin' not to bother me, got that?" She laughed. "Of course, Jasper. Thank you again. If you don't mind, I think I'll actually take a nap. All of this--" she motioned to the datapads covering her desk-- "is getting tiring." "Of course, Senator." He headed toward the door. "You need anything, now, you know where to find me." She nodded, and watched as he left. Then she turned back to her desk, picked up her jacket, sunglasses, and hat, and counted slowly to thirty. A quick glance outside told her that Jasper was nowhere in sight. Slipping out of the apartment was nearly second nature by now. From there, it was an easy enough task to flag down a taxi. "The lower city, please," she told him, handing over enough credits to cover the trip. He raised an eyebrow-- what was a clean little thing like her going to the lower city for?-- but said nothing, and the taxi airspeeder zipped away from the shining buildings and gleaming glass towers toward the dirty, seedier part of Coruscant. OOC:So it doesn't quite get me there... it's a start. |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 3:03 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme It was one of those days where there wasn't much to do but people-watch. Which, for Jenny, was fast becoming really boring.
"Jeez," She sighed, taking a deep draw on her cigarette. She took out her wallet and flipped through it on a whim. "Ah, damn, not many credits left. Maybe I should get myself to a bar." She was thinking of killing multiple birds with one stone: bars were definitely more interesting than sitting around here all day, and with the added bonus of being interesting and having alcoholic drinks. "Mmm, yeah, I'ma do that. It's been a month or so since I last got my lazy ass a job... about time I guess." She threw the butt to the ground and ground it out with her boot, and got up off of the bench, walking down the street and looking for a bar. Seeing one with an intriguing name and crowd, she had to go inside. "Truth and Lies, huh? And with a Jedi inside and some Force-Receptives...? Hm." Jenny entered and sat down at the bar, completely oblivious to the stares at her outlandish dress and eye-patch. By now, she was used to it. "Ah, just some cheap rum or something," she said to the waitress, remembering the pitiful sum in her wallet. OOC:I... don't... know... >_> |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 3:29 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Before making his trip around the mercenaries' side of the bar, he ordered a round of drinks for his band and let them take a break. He heard stories similar to the one Garik mentioned, but with a bit more detail. Many of the mercenaries expressed jealousy towards whoever was offing the Senators, supposing that it paid really well. When Jay suggested that all this attention would make it harder to get any more jobs in the same line, one particular patron responded,
"Oh sure, but think about it. If these are all hired by the same person or persons, it's probably the same assassin. So, the bloke's already gettin' fat and happy off the first three, but like you said -- the jobs're getting harder, so he's gonna be getting paid more. Damn lucky, whoever took this job." "Yes, it would be nice to have a job that gave a pay raise each time you went!" They laughed, and Jay offered a toast "To better paying jobs" before returning to the bar. By this time, he was very aware of the communication he'd received, but chose to keep him waiting a few moments longer -- no sense rushing about things. So, he picked up an instrument and led the band in a couple tunes before letting them go off on their own for a while. Jay wandered behind the bar and mixed himself a drink before strolling over to the Jedi's table. "Sorry to keep you waiting, my good sir," the musician said, offering the Jedi a slight bow before slipping into the seat opposite him. "Business is keeping me busy tonight, if you know what I mean. Have you heard the news? I don't mean about Mrs. Tull's surgery! My friends in the back are all aflutter about this latest assassination. Conspiracy theories are rampant -- very in-ter-esting, don't you think?" OOC: Ah, sorry Amelia, didn't see your post
"Sure thing, ma'am," Estelle said before depositing a rather frightening-looking beverage on a nearby table -- the liquid was a neon red, and was emitting sparks and what appeared to be small bolts of lightning. Naturally, the old man who sat before it swallowed the whole thing like a shot, to no immediate effect. Estelle placed the order with Garik, and told him to keep an eye on the strange new-comer, in that tone of voice that also suggested he let the boss know about her, as well. It was about this time that the old man bolted towards the bathrooms in the back of the bar. Even above the music, a loud belch could just be heard. OOC: *shrug* |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 4:12 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme The airspeeder dropped Marael off on a dingy street corner, where she was immediately accosted by a pair of heavily rouged Twi'lek streetwalkers claiming that they could "go either way."
Once she managed to get away from them, she found herself in a suitably seedy area of Coruscant, nearly exactly where she'd left off in her search the evening before. Though she had no love for grime and the filthy little beings that lived in it, Marael was well aware that any assassin capable of taking on the work she needed them for was likely to be found here. There were high-class hit-men, yes, but they charged more than she was willing to steal just yet-- and, more than that, they asked questions. They took too much pride in their work to risk taking a job without knowing precisely what it was, and that wasn't what she needed. What she needed was simplicity. Kill the man (or woman), take the money, and leave until the next time they were needed. Unfortunately, such people were not easy to come by. She'd known from the beginning that trust would be a difficult thing to get past; Ryyk, her previous assassin, had proven this, and she had no wish to repeat that experience. Truth and Lies. Well, the name sounded interesting. As her thoughts were already lingering on trust and betrayal, the name seemed a perfectly poetic fit. She entered. The smell hit her immediately. It was bad enough on the streets, but in here it was ridiculous. Her nose wrinkled for a fraction of a second. Luckily, she didn't stand out too much from the rest of the crowd; her simple clothes, while clean and quite trim, were a gray color that looked diginified in the Senate room and unremarkable here. She did not remove her hat or her sunglasses, despite the fact that it was dark in here. The hat was simply out of habit (she'd all but forgotten she had it on), while the sunglasses were to protect her sensitive eyes from the heat that the many bodies in the bar-- and, she noted with fear, some of the drinks-- were emitting. She approached the bar, and paused. While she might have preferred a wine of some sort, she knew better than to order that here. "I'll have what she's having," she said, motioning to the oddly dressed woman beside her. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 1:03 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme OOC:Jenny's a suspect for the assassin? LOL. Little do they know that she's shit with a sniper rifle xD
Jenny smiled. "Why someone would want to ingest anything that looks almost exactly like a sparkler, and is pretty much a gut-bomb, I'll never know," she said, shaking her head. She scooted a little closer to Marael and then said in a somewhat quieter voice, "So, what'cha here for? Looking for a job, like me, or, er... hiring?" She cleared her throat and scooted her stool back away. "Erm, yeah. If neither, I'm sorry to have troubled you." Even though her clothes are plain, this lady's too well groomed to be one of the regulars here. So... hopefully she's a hirer? Jenny thought. Kind of like I used to be. Then, after stuff happened... well, hell, other than the neon digs I kinda do fit in with this crowd, sad to say. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 2:29 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: Everyone calls Jay "boss" even though he's not technically the owner. Mr. Lye doesn't do much anymore except pay for the property, handle more business-y matters, and collect his share of the profits. Jay prefers it this way because he just has to keep music in the place and the people happy, and Lye doesn't mind because he can pursue other financial opportunities while still having a steady paycheck to fall back on.
Garik's ears perked up when he heard the young woman begin to talk about "jobs." It was immediately clear that they were not going to discuss cashiering at the local fashion boutique. From the fact that they both entered from the front door, yet were talking of such things, it was obvious that they weren't regulars. Furthermore, he noticed that one of the pair fit the description that Estelle had given him. Now, he had a second person to point out to the boss, whenever he got back from wherever he disappeared to. In the meantime, Garik knew how to handle these customers. "Excuse me ladies," he said as he set Marael's drink in front of her. "I'm afraid that if you're wanting to discuss those matters, the other side of this bar will be more suitable." He motioned with his head to the back half of the building. The bar served as somewhat of a wall between the two halves of the somewhat L-shaped Truth and Lies. The band was situated right at the corner of this "L," so that both sides could easily see it, without disturbing the other too much. As it turned out, the mercenary half was the source of the smell; despite Jay's best efforts to mask it, the amount of grunge on those shady customers overpowered any odor-masking things he tried, so far. "It's nothing personal, just policy. Boss set it, and its helped this place get off its feet, so I'm in no place to argue. He may be able to help youse, actually. Knows people, he does. Knows most everyone in 'ere. Good guy to be on the right side of, ya know what I mean. Harmless hisself, I'd say -- real nice 'n all, wouldn't do anybody wrong -- but he knows some people.... Anyway, lots o' people interested in what you --" he nodded his head to Jenny with a weak smile " -- interested in on this other side here." It was really not so much of a suggestion as it sounded. Something in his body language made that quite clear -- the glass he chose to clean at that moment sparkled something extra when he was done with it. OOC: I may draw up a quick layout of Truth and Lies later, if I'm bored, and if it seems useful... |
| Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Pouring himself a glass of the relatively potent liquor at his table, Adolin leaned back in his seat to listen to the show as he watched his contact perform. A musical expert, as well as being extremely connected, Jay had his uses, and they were many. Being quite a useful source of information, the Chiss Master often frequented the Truth and Lies bar, especially in particularly secretive situations. He knew the Council did not exactly approve of his information, but using a third, reliable party was the logical decision.
The Chiss Master closed his eyes and listened to the music being played. Indeed, he thought, Jay was quite talented. The entire time he had been visiting the bar, he'd heard Jay use various instruments, each one pitch-perfect with the band. As the band played on, Adolin closed his eyes and then proceeded to feel the music. As he dropped back into the Force, he felt Jay's subtle connection to the Force flow through his music. Perhaps that was part of his skill, Adolin thought. Either way, he sighed when he thought of the wasted potential of the man on the stage, and what he could have been if he had been discovered. Shaking the useless retrospective from his thoughts, he shifted his focus back to the present and watched as Jay broke from the band, finishing his part of the set and began walking towards him. Adolin took another sip from from his glass and leaned back as Jay sat down in at the table. "No problems," he said, setting his glass down. "But I would most certainly be interested in these stories you have heard, as you well know they often have some measure of truth." Adolin's brow furrowed as he felt a disturbance in the Force. Glancing toward the bar, he noticed a negative aura radiating from a seemingly banged-up and one-eyed woman moving away from the bar. Even though she was only engaged in a casual conversation with the person next to her, Adolin could feel her desperation and emptiness from here. He made a mental note to keep a close watch on her while she was here, even as he turned his gaze back to Jay. "So, regale me, please." |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 10:11 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Marael resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the woman's sudden question. If she was going to be that lacking in subtlety, then she most certainly wasn't what Marael was looking for. She turned to tell her that, no, she hadn't a clue what this woman was talking about, thank you very much--
--and was cut off by the barkeeper. She listened carefully, her attention catching on this "Boss." If he was the kind of person Garik made him sound like, then perhaps he could help her. Knows everyone in here, he says. Yes, that was exactly the kind of knowledge she needed at this point; even petty gossip, she'd found, was often inspired by truth, and little hints about loyalties, dependability, and honesty could come in handy. "Thank you," she said to the barkeeper, forgetting momentarily that such manners could potentially get one killed in an establishment such as this. She turned to the woman beside her, and motioned to the other side of the bar. "Shall we, then?" she asked. "I'd like to... hear a bit more about you, if that's all right." She had no intentions of hiring the woman, of course, but it was impossible to tell from her tone or body language. In truth, she only hoped to attract the attention of the "Boss" so she could speak with him. With a small, appreciative smile at Garik, she stood up from her seat and swept past the other patrons to the other side of the bar, not watching to see whether the woman would follow; she had no doubts that she would. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 8:54 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Jenny sighed. "I hate it when I get misunderstood," she said, shrugging. "I'm looking for more chore-like work, like... I don't know, weeding, taking out the trash, doing the laundry..." she said offhandedly to Marael. She hung her head. "Uhm... those are all metaphors for doing bad things, huh. Well, uh, that's really not what I mean, see, I, uh... do odd jobs."
Through all of the rambling speech, though, she was walking closer and closer to the other side of the bar. When she arrived at a stool, she sat down dejectedly, resting her head on the bar. "What to do when you're a burnt-out washed-up beat-down former Je-..." She rolled to the other side, snapping out of the sentence just before becoming sad. "Ah, but that's behind me now. Yup. Now I'm just Odd Jobs Jenny..." OOC:Jenny being somewhat emo in a roundabout way... since it hasn't been all that long since the incident and she's having "one of those days" >_> |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 9:57 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme "Who ever said I needed anything but chore work?" asked Marael, taking it in stride. "There is always trash that requires... taking out." She wasn't sure whether this was just a very veiled way of saying the same thing. The woman may honestly have been looking for chore work. But Marael wasn't planning on hiring her either way, so she kept her answers as vague as the woman's comments and hoped it would be enough.
She claimed another stool beside the woman's. "Might I inquire as to your name?" Her softly accented voice would undoubtedly have stood out among the rough, crude clientele if she'd been one to speak loudly, but she had long since grown used to being soft-spoken. Until now, after all, she'd mostly stood by her friend Jamca, allowing him to make the speeches and muster up the charisma, while she stayed obscure, doing research and making quiet suggestions. So even now, with him dead-- she was still having a difficult time thinking about it, and pushed it from her thoughts-- the habit of staying quiet stuck with her, and she managed not to attract too much attention, despite her habits of speech. OOC:I thought she wasn't capable of sadness? |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 10:32 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme OOC:Somewhat in a roundabout way... meaning she's feeling more remorse/numbness/bored-ness at not having anything to do now that she's not a Jedi... or something >_<;;
"Jennifer Johnson, nice to meet you," Jenny answered. "Some people've started calling me Narcotic Jenny, can't think of why." Her eyes were half-lidded as usual, and her normal bored tone was sinking back into her voice, now that she had more or less gathered that this woman wasn't planning to hire her. "So, what're you called?" She asked to the woman beside her. |
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