Duran Kane
Character

Cloud City, Bespin
Duran was having an average day. Average. Being bored apparently is average. It was practically every day were he went by and everything was straight up boring. You try seeing things out of the same window everyday. Well, there was the one day he was invited up to the Paradise Atrium, out of lucky randomness. He still has the invite, it sort of an annual pass of some sort. So why not take the chance of using it now, right? And that's what led him up. He didn't anyone familiar, and no one out of the ordinary. He could say it was bustling, with people walking back and forth, serving drinks and conversing and what not. Duran had no interest of the sort. All he was interested in was being up here in the upper class section. Looking out of the window was cool to him, but it was pretty much every window from your average hotel room.
Duran sat on the velvet couch, stroking his chin slowly. He already had a small drink or to. Now it was up to his choice if he wanted to leave. There was truly nothing up here for him to enjoy personally, other than the luxury. He stared at the door, sighing. He might as well stay for a few minutes. He layed back on the couch, closing his eyes slowly, and drifting into a short nap. So much for a usual day.
[member="Asha Hex"]