Ravnos
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Times have been rough on Ravnos. Here he was; a glorified bouncer at the club, "Inderandos Suvi," trying to make enough to afford the closet of an apartment he could only just afford within city limits. It had its perks, the apartment. It was near the holo relay so he could speak to his kids when he could afford the offworld call to them. Lately though his estranged children and his ex-wife were ever more distant and connecting with them was getting harder by the week. Soon, he knew, he would be on his own... saving for calls that would never connect. Taking a deep drag from his cig he winced and looked at it. The cig was an addiction he was trying to get rid of, but the ever presence stress kept him on it. Throwing the spent cig on the ground, and grinding it under his heel, Ravnos exhales the smoke and moves to go inside the back entrance to the club.
Met by other bouncers he nods, entering the club proper he moves through the backstage area where performers are preparing their makeup and suits. The ladies and gents... and well, things ... he never really knew the sex of all of the gathered species but he was well known to them all. Keeping the hands of desperate patrons off the performers sometimes got rough and that is where he earned his keep. Known for taking down even the toughest drunk in the club, usually without a sweat as he used their strength against them with the ease of an expert. For some reason it was easy for him, to read those who would do harm or catch sneaks. Scenes though, like this was not uncommon, but lately he and the other bouncers kept the performers on task. Nodding to another bouncer guarding the exit to the patron area of the club, Ravnos exits into the club where the go-go dancers rally.
Not a bad dancer himself, he was encouraged by his boss to merge with the dance floor on more than one occasion. Smiling to one of the dancers who blew him a kiss, Ravnos walks into the crowded dance floor, letting the beat of the music dictate the movements of his body some as it helped him move through the crowd and look for those who would cause trouble in the club. It was times like this when he went into auto pilot mode that he allowed his instincts to alert him to things out of the norm. He had been doing this gig for only a month now, since he lost his cab driver license, but it paid well enough and despite it being physical in many ways... something he usually tried to avoid, Ravnos was learning the ins and outs of being a civilian now. Just over twenty years being a Mega Corp military man, policing the outer rim, had left more than one mark on him and he was trying to seek the peaceful side of life. Yet the peace he sought never really came and every step he took towards normalcy brought about its own shares of trouble.
The cab job for instance. He could handle being robbed, but too many fares tried to take his cab. Rather than let insurance handle things, he would handle them and ... of course the goons trying to rob him would damage his cab. Or there was that one time when he tried to save a woman being beaten by his pimp in his own cab, only to have that same woman turn a gun on him. The one thing that ended his career as a cab driver though was the destruction of his cab in a massive shootout. Truly it was not his own fault. His fare though did cause some trouble and that lead to Ravnos disarming him.... only to find his fare's gang ready to battle. Getting out of sticky situations was something he could handle, but it was not something he looked forward to... it was just something that happened.
Now here he was on the dance floor, wearing a black suit that all bouncers wore... threading his way through the club patrons. He could not get over the sense that today was going to be different. This usually meant something bad was going to happen. Good thing, he thought to himself, his apartment was paid for this month.... because if he lost this gig over what was to happen, if it happened, then he would need that time to find another job.
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OOC: I'm a bouncer, who are you? How would you interact, if at all? Let's meet IC.
Met by other bouncers he nods, entering the club proper he moves through the backstage area where performers are preparing their makeup and suits. The ladies and gents... and well, things ... he never really knew the sex of all of the gathered species but he was well known to them all. Keeping the hands of desperate patrons off the performers sometimes got rough and that is where he earned his keep. Known for taking down even the toughest drunk in the club, usually without a sweat as he used their strength against them with the ease of an expert. For some reason it was easy for him, to read those who would do harm or catch sneaks. Scenes though, like this was not uncommon, but lately he and the other bouncers kept the performers on task. Nodding to another bouncer guarding the exit to the patron area of the club, Ravnos exits into the club where the go-go dancers rally.
Not a bad dancer himself, he was encouraged by his boss to merge with the dance floor on more than one occasion. Smiling to one of the dancers who blew him a kiss, Ravnos walks into the crowded dance floor, letting the beat of the music dictate the movements of his body some as it helped him move through the crowd and look for those who would cause trouble in the club. It was times like this when he went into auto pilot mode that he allowed his instincts to alert him to things out of the norm. He had been doing this gig for only a month now, since he lost his cab driver license, but it paid well enough and despite it being physical in many ways... something he usually tried to avoid, Ravnos was learning the ins and outs of being a civilian now. Just over twenty years being a Mega Corp military man, policing the outer rim, had left more than one mark on him and he was trying to seek the peaceful side of life. Yet the peace he sought never really came and every step he took towards normalcy brought about its own shares of trouble.
The cab job for instance. He could handle being robbed, but too many fares tried to take his cab. Rather than let insurance handle things, he would handle them and ... of course the goons trying to rob him would damage his cab. Or there was that one time when he tried to save a woman being beaten by his pimp in his own cab, only to have that same woman turn a gun on him. The one thing that ended his career as a cab driver though was the destruction of his cab in a massive shootout. Truly it was not his own fault. His fare though did cause some trouble and that lead to Ravnos disarming him.... only to find his fare's gang ready to battle. Getting out of sticky situations was something he could handle, but it was not something he looked forward to... it was just something that happened.
Now here he was on the dance floor, wearing a black suit that all bouncers wore... threading his way through the club patrons. He could not get over the sense that today was going to be different. This usually meant something bad was going to happen. Good thing, he thought to himself, his apartment was paid for this month.... because if he lost this gig over what was to happen, if it happened, then he would need that time to find another job.
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OOC: I'm a bouncer, who are you? How would you interact, if at all? Let's meet IC.