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Post by Jaster Chryss on Jul 13, 2011 14:27:16 GMT -5
Come one and all and enjoy a drink at Dimmie's.
Here's to the times that were, to the times that are, and to the times that will be! |
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Post by Jaster Chryss on Jul 13, 2011 14:52:56 GMT -5
It was raining outside. It seemed as if it was always raining these days. But the Gungan did not mind the rain. It was a hell of a lot better than the sun of Tatooine where he had spent far to many years.
No, the rain was a comfort to him. The firewater burning its way down his throat, the band playing a relaxing tune, and the pitter patter of water landing on the street outside almost made him feel at home.
His tunic covered the majority of his body - it was well worn and had seen many planets and perhaps too many seasons. His wide brimmed hat sat firmly on his head, pulled low out of years of habit to keep the sun off his face.
His restless eyes scanned the crowd and Dimmie's one more time, looking for anything out of the ordinary...
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Post by Jaster Chryss on Jul 20, 2011 13:08:50 GMT -5
The Gungan with no name was tired.
There was no doubt there. Days of restlessly trawling around the underworld had brought him no closer to his goal. Yet, he thought to himself, sitting here with a fine glass of firewater with two cubes of ice and as close to not a care in the world as he had ever been, this could really be the life.
His mind drifted over the bustling streets outside and the people that made up this wonderous world. There they were streaming past the bar - a multitude of wonderous beings. The busy hustle and bustle lives the lead intrigued the Gungan. How could they continue to do it, day after day, of seemingless constant repitition? Rushing from their homes to their jobs just to go home and do the same thing all over again the next day. People of all races, ages, species, sexes, people of all kinds flowing together as seemlessly as water itself. Crowds flowing in and out of one another with out the slightest glance at the sentient next to them. Nobody taking the time to look at the person beside them, or to greet their neighbour as they passed them on the street.
A Klatooinian woman sped past the window he was watching out of, clearly in a rush to get about her life. A young human female wearing what the Gungan could only assume to be the latest in fashion styled dressed flitted past heading the other way, her female parts all but exposed to the world. A Wookiee mother herded her screaming children towards a waiting speeder, trying in vain to keep them from causing a complete ruckus. Businessmen streamed through it all, paying not a moment's notice to what was going on around them, too engrossed in their datapads to care, to busy watching the Coruscant stock exchange plummet further in the wake of the attacks on the Academy.
Such complete and utter chaos, he thought, as he turned away from it for a moment. But it was chaos you could learn to love...
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