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Cantina: Drink til' ya Drop; -open- try for fun people! hehe
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Topic Started: May 7 2010, 12:06 PM (457 Views)
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Estarra Savo
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May 7 2010, 12:06 PM
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A Cantina could be classified as two things on Nar Shaddaa. 1. A good place to drink away your sorrows and lose any credits you have on your person. 2. A place to start a fight that ultimately gets someone killed. At least that's what Estarra had noticed during her time. She'd seen things go horribly wrong in cantinas and nothing ever seemed to go right. Possibly on Nar Shaddaa it was worse because everyone was always armed, generally armed to their teeth. She was no exception, though more for caution.
She entered the cantina, not really noticing the name, she just chose it for the lights and general atmosphere. It was larger than some of the darker and more unsavory sorts, but given it was Nar Shaddaa everywhere was really unsavory. Approaching the bar she glanced down along the areas of the cantina. It was long with several rooms branching off undoubtedly for the different gaming types or social groups. Towards the back of the main area she noticed a few tables of sabacc players. But she wasn't interested in losing credits today for a game.
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Perses
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May 11 2010, 10:19 AM
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It was a tiresom and bored day on nar shaddaa and the best thing to past the time was going to the local cantina and losing credits while you lose yourself with intoxication, plus information is to easy to aquire at one as well.
He walked into the cantina and he was a impressive sight for the eyes standing at 6'4 and with the muscle to back it up, he wore tan pants and a flight shirt with a robe to cover himself and his weapons as well as any other sith he concealed his force signature from others knowing who or what he was but it wasn't just this, to the keen eye one could tell that there was something sinsiter about this guy and not to mess with him, but most of the patrons were already drunk and seemed to be already rowdy. He strowd up to the bar and ordered a corellian whiskey that had a finer age, a little more expensive but it was stronger and taste better. He sat down and looked around seeing a female in the cantina who was stunning, but remained at his own seat and quickly downed the corellian whiskey and ordered another one. Something told him something was going to be going down and realyl soon.
Edited by Perses, May 12 2010, 06:40 AM.
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Killing is just as easy as breathing!
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Estarra Savo
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May 12 2010, 10:15 AM
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When she finally made her choice of drink, something with just a hint of alcohol, she didn't like the idea of having her mind clouded, she sipped it, getting the taste rolling along her tongue and lingering in her mouth for a moment before swallowing and then looked around at what else was going on. She hadn't noticed the man who had entered until she caught sight of him sitting elsewhere. Something flickered in the Force and she was reminded of the time she had spent training as a Sith.
She looked quickly back at her glass. For so long now she had been just a mechanic, pushing that part of herself away. It had been easier when she was around others who were not Force sensitive, but when she was around those that were it was harder. It was also harder when she was around Jedi or Sith. "Sithspit Star, what are you doing with yourself?" She asked herself in a quiet, yet sharp whisper. She could feel the flicker in the Force about the cantina, like something was going to happen but she didn't know why or what.
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Evarrow
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May 12 2010, 01:29 PM
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Moridae was not a fan of money. For one, he was blind. Granted force sight allowed him to see the outline of objects, but it made text impossible to comprehend. Two, all it did was cause problems, like now, for instance.
Moridae, as always, HAD no money. So, a cantina, on a some planet he didn't know, might not have been the best choice. Never-the-less, its where he found himself on the search for his father. He walked in, slowly, and took a seat at the bar next to a woman who seemed to be taking her time with her drink. He started to see something strange.
'...not exactly dangerous, no...she carries force power...that's rare to see at a scene like this...' Moridae, at one point or another, does this to everyone. Being hunted by the Sith was one of the most unpleasent pass-times of the Miralukians, so he tried to avoid them at all cost. He had left his weapons at the ship, so he needed to be extra cautious.
Moridae...you're staring at her... When reminding himself of this, he looked foward. She seemed safe enough to sit next to. He poked his head up, looking behind him, to the left, right, and back again. Making sure the room was cleared, he took off his blindfold, revealing his pure white eyes, the mark of the Miralukian.
Come on Moridae, relax, what could happen?
Edited by Evarrow, May 12 2010, 01:31 PM.
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"Dad, I hope you can see this...cause I'm about to kick this guys ass, just like you taught me to." -Moridae Evarrow
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Perses
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May 12 2010, 03:28 PM
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Perses, sat there for a few moments taking in another shot before a new patron entered the bar, this one was a blind man but he seemed to navigate himself pretty well for someone who was blind and there was something else about him that spoke to perses, the force swirled around him and he knew, with only a smirk on his face. This man didn't seem to see perses then again he was strong with keeping his force signature hidden and as he sat down next to the female and taking off his blindfold to show his white eyes..'miralukian' he thought to himself but keeping it hidden. It the force was shinning on him today.
He ordered another shot and let it sit infront of him, he had a sidious smile on his face as he just glanced at the vid screen for a few moments. He would wait till the moment was right, maybe more events would start to unfold and all the while his shot remained infront of him.
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Killing is just as easy as breathing!
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Estarra Savo
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May 12 2010, 03:43 PM
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Some took the seat next to her. At first she didn't look, just kept a fixated gaze on her drink but she got a bizarre feeling, like she had eyes on her or something. Without any real conscious decision to do so she glanced towards the new arrival on the seat next to her and took in the black blindfold and the man quickly before looking away again. Well it was stupid to think he was looking at her, particularly when he was blindfolded!
But how had he navigated to the seat without stumbling? Without having any assistance from what she'd seen. She took another quick sip of her drink and then glanced at him again and he'd taken off the blindfold, revealing odd white eyes beneath. She knew what race of beings had them and her grip on the glass tensed before she scowled at the glass and forced herself to relax. "You don't see many of your sort around," She commented, still looking at the glass but her words were clearly directed at the new arrival.
Slowly she turned her gaze properly this time, turning her head and slightly her upper body to look at him properly. "I'm Estarra by the way," Might as well introduce herself, she didn't get any sinister vibe from him and she'd never actually come across one of his kind before. She tapped her glass for a moment before gesturing with her hand towards where the bar tender was. "Do you want a drink? I'm feeling generous today, which is rare for me, trust me." She laughed lightly at her own little inside joke.
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Evarrow
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May 13 2010, 02:52 AM
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"Ya, we don't get out alot..." Moridae said with a saddened tone, remembering his mother for a brief moment. It was true, Miralukians rarely left the home-planet. Moridae was most likely the first in a long time.
Moridae looked over to the woman. He couldn't see colors, aside from shades in force signature, which was unfortunate, for he he realized he would never know her eye color. Her hair color. The color of her attire.
'Moridae...you're staring again...' He mentally pinched himself before responding, "Yes, yes, a drink would be nice, thank you...Estarra?" Moridae repeated, making sure he heard it right. "Where's that from?"
Moridae then realized that he had never had a drink. 'I wonder what it shall taste like...?' Moridae looked over his shoulder. He soucl swear someone kept looking at him. Still nothing of intrest. Some force users, definatly nothing dark though. 'Just my imagination....'
Remembering his manners he added, "I'm Moridae...Moridae Evarrow."
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"Dad, I hope you can see this...cause I'm about to kick this guys ass, just like you taught me to." -Moridae Evarrow
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Perses
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May 14 2010, 11:35 AM
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Perses sat there for a few moments before taking the shot of corellian whiskey and downed it quick, and ordered himself a ale. He saw a seat open up at the pazakk table and figured he could lose some money or win some, He was feeling lucky today. The Tall and brute of the man got up from his seat and moved his way over to the table taking a seat and still with in eye range of the two conversing at the table. "Bespin style" one of the guys nodded his heads and the cards where delt with the chips on the table and the game had begin.
He was starting off slow as he played, folding when he had a good hand and losing hands that would not damage his pocket, the idea was to fool the other players to think he was bad or this was just a unlucky day for him but he knew, he didn't even need the help of the force to help him win. He played with out its help like it many other situations were he trained wiht out the force. After a few hands he started to play for real, playing them into betting with small bets and winning small, nothing major. They would continue to play and he would contiue to drink and watch them
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Killing is just as easy as breathing!
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