"The Misfit. One and only!"
The young Misfit, clad in his armored attire, walked the empty streets of the Coruscant Underworld at a leisurely pace under the light rainfall; blotches of dried blood and grime, along with a handful of blaster scorch marks adorned the young man’s armor from head to toe, slowly washing away under the rain as he walked back home at a faint, pained limp.
Payday. He had carried out another contract successfully.
At this rate, he could make back the amount he had roughly a week ago in no time, as long as he could find himself more bounties and contracts offering good money; foregoing saving up for a set-up similar to what he had to leave behind in his first home in his Clan’s flagship, The Vhipirheim, he had spent most of it on much needed furniture -among other things- for his new place of residence.
Most importantly, he finally had gotten himself a good, proper bed. Gone were the neck pains and bodily aches. As much as he was generally restless, what little sleep he got was of quality now.
Never minding the throbbing, and almost debilitating bodily aches left in the wake of a blaster bolt bruising his flesh as much as the armor plate spared him a fate far worse, it did not take the young man long to reach the place he called home after traversing the streets and back alleys, all the while making sure there weren’t a set of prying eyes watching him, moving at a sharp vigilance despite his pained, injured state; in terms of its exterior appearance, the structure was similar to the building he had to clear out for security reasons not long ago.
He had settled in for another seemingly derelict, abandoned warehouse he had scouted out earlier before; but its interior was a very different story compared to its predecessor.
The door granted the young man passage following the faint hydraulic hiss and a mechanical groan. Closing and locking the door behind him after he stepped into the clean entryway, the kid walked the hallway stretching before him for a moment till he reached a staircase; finally ascending the stairs to the floor above with some effort, in between pained grunts and groans, the young man unfastened the straps of his armor, and threw them onto the floor upon reaching his room.
Grimacing in pain, and faintly gasping for air as if a sharp dagger found purchase deep into flesh and piercing his lungs, following close behind even at the wake of the faintest move of a muscle, he tossed away the flight suit he wore underneath his armor with some effort. Undressed, the young man threw himself into the shower after grabbing a bath towel and a bacta auto-injector from a nearby drawer on his way to the refresher.
A relieved sigh escaped his lips as he simply stood under the warm running water, pouring down on him from the shower head above at the turn of the faucet; it felt even better after a quick injection. Administering the potent medicine to himself with a quick jab to his midriff, the young man closed his eyes in relief, feeling the fresh bacta coursing in his veins as he tossed away the now empty, one-use auto-injector.
At the wake of each passing second he could feel his pain swept away in the shower.
He could stay there for hours, relaxing.
