Jack Jallo
Treasure Hunter
(OOC: Super new to the site, and am super interested in getting involved! Bio is located here: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/89395-djisso-djoorma/#entry1303969. From my quick Bio, figured it would be best to start an open thread, kinda of developing where and what my character is doing until something larger maybe opens up? Open to lots of things. If you have any questions, please just send me a message, otherwise, feel free to join in and lets see where it goes! If you want to join later, or have an idea of how to be included, please let me know!)
Outside of The Loaded Chagrian.
Blue Sector, Coronet City.
Corellia, Corellia System.
Core Worlds.
Time: 21:35
The pellet sized wound protruded from his forehead, and splashes of blood littered the back of his hands. "I should have known that job was as slippery as a greased Dug." He wiped his mildly bloodied hands across his forehead. The pain seeped into his focus, but it proved to be more of an annoyance than debilitating. Djisso coughed, and scanned the immediate area. The small alien had gathered himself on the side of the crowded street. The last thing he could remember is a few ill timed screams that had garnered his attention in the opposite direction of the thugs. A striking blow to the back of his head, and he was down. Trying to defend himself, trying to grab for his smoke canister to elude whatever fate he had stumbled into only seemed to aggravate the unknown assailants. The attack evolved into a beating, and Djisso could feel the bruises now taking shape since the adrenaline had dissipated.
Quickly, he took a step back as a V-35 Landspeeder encroached his personal bubble. His senses a slowed momentarily, he saw the street had been as crowded as it was when he arrived onto the scene. A small pool of blood had left itself shining in the bright lights of the street where he had most recently lay. Djisso sat down with his back to a close by and closed down fence building, hoping to relieve the aches in his lower back by having just a moment of respite. He removed the newly acquired datapad from his jacket pocket, and replayed the video on the small viewscreen. Opting for no audio, not like he could hear it if he wanted to, he let it play over and over. He had watched his friend die, again and again. Tears welled up his eyes, but he brushed them off. The Blue Sector could be very dangerous, he didnt need to showcase himself as an easy target for any other wandering thugs. But, the man couldnt stop watching the video log. He looked to his right to see a large chunk gone from the building's corner, and propped the datapad sideways into the hole. The Bothan, now with his head resting on the wall like his torso, continued to view the video while wiping his dirty hands on the sides of his undershirt. He discovered a small tear in the collar of his shirt as he pulled on the under arms areas of the tan cloth. "I must be barvy sitting here like this." he said beneath his breath.
Outside of The Loaded Chagrian.
Blue Sector, Coronet City.
Corellia, Corellia System.
Core Worlds.
Time: 21:35
The pellet sized wound protruded from his forehead, and splashes of blood littered the back of his hands. "I should have known that job was as slippery as a greased Dug." He wiped his mildly bloodied hands across his forehead. The pain seeped into his focus, but it proved to be more of an annoyance than debilitating. Djisso coughed, and scanned the immediate area. The small alien had gathered himself on the side of the crowded street. The last thing he could remember is a few ill timed screams that had garnered his attention in the opposite direction of the thugs. A striking blow to the back of his head, and he was down. Trying to defend himself, trying to grab for his smoke canister to elude whatever fate he had stumbled into only seemed to aggravate the unknown assailants. The attack evolved into a beating, and Djisso could feel the bruises now taking shape since the adrenaline had dissipated.
Quickly, he took a step back as a V-35 Landspeeder encroached his personal bubble. His senses a slowed momentarily, he saw the street had been as crowded as it was when he arrived onto the scene. A small pool of blood had left itself shining in the bright lights of the street where he had most recently lay. Djisso sat down with his back to a close by and closed down fence building, hoping to relieve the aches in his lower back by having just a moment of respite. He removed the newly acquired datapad from his jacket pocket, and replayed the video on the small viewscreen. Opting for no audio, not like he could hear it if he wanted to, he let it play over and over. He had watched his friend die, again and again. Tears welled up his eyes, but he brushed them off. The Blue Sector could be very dangerous, he didnt need to showcase himself as an easy target for any other wandering thugs. But, the man couldnt stop watching the video log. He looked to his right to see a large chunk gone from the building's corner, and propped the datapad sideways into the hole. The Bothan, now with his head resting on the wall like his torso, continued to view the video while wiping his dirty hands on the sides of his undershirt. He discovered a small tear in the collar of his shirt as he pulled on the under arms areas of the tan cloth. "I must be barvy sitting here like this." he said beneath his breath.
