Zhin Zondaar
Fallen Hero
[member="Lucia Nox"]
The day was just starting. A familiar ringing was soon stopped when Zhin smashed the dismiss button on his alarm. He struggled to get out of his bed as he walked slowly to his bathroom. When he made it in he washed his face and stepped in the shower. The heavenly sensation of the warm water hitting his skin was enough to wake him up. As he left the shower and began to put on his clothes for bartending, he started to feel the beginning of a headache. Rarely did he get these, usually it meant trouble but he forgot about it trying to live peacefully without remnants from his past messing it up.
Zhin entered his kitchen to grab some wine before he left. He filled up a glass, downing it soon after. The next thing he grabbed was a pill. It was something that helped with his ptsd minimizing what triggered it. Swallowing without water, he nearly choked getting his final object. It was a switchblade, for safety of course. And with that, he was out the door of his apartment.
The bar wasn't a very far walking distance from his home so that was his way of getting there. Calling an air taxi would be a waste of money anyways. Zhin loved this life. Everyday it was the same routine but he didn't have to worry about anything. Well, the bar having to be repaired every now and then could be considered a worry but other than that, none. He had friends at this place some that would cover him if he did something really bad, and others that just needed someone to talk to every so often. It was a good life.
Almost at the cantina, Zhin's headache seemed to get increasingly worse. Again, he thought nothing of it and continued walking. At the door the stench of drunken men was strong. He loved this smell, probably because he was a drunk too. Zhin opened the door and seen one of his friends working.
"Hey Floyd. We working together this shift?" he asked. Floyd grinned and waved. "Unfortunately, it appears so." he answered. Zhin grinned back and chuckled. "Ah, don't make me be a hellion." he joked heading towards counter. "Hey man, grab me some of that new whiskey that just came in will ya." Floyd asked. Zhin exhaled and nodded. "Hey, thanks."
When he got to the storage room, he grabbed a bottle out of a crate near the front. Shiny metallic objects under some books caught his eye. Just when he was about to grab one he remembered what they were and picked up a certain one. It produced a memory he wasn't fond of so he place it back down and put it back. He teared up a little before wiping his eyes.
He sat down there for a moment holding the cold whiskey.
The day was just starting. A familiar ringing was soon stopped when Zhin smashed the dismiss button on his alarm. He struggled to get out of his bed as he walked slowly to his bathroom. When he made it in he washed his face and stepped in the shower. The heavenly sensation of the warm water hitting his skin was enough to wake him up. As he left the shower and began to put on his clothes for bartending, he started to feel the beginning of a headache. Rarely did he get these, usually it meant trouble but he forgot about it trying to live peacefully without remnants from his past messing it up.
Zhin entered his kitchen to grab some wine before he left. He filled up a glass, downing it soon after. The next thing he grabbed was a pill. It was something that helped with his ptsd minimizing what triggered it. Swallowing without water, he nearly choked getting his final object. It was a switchblade, for safety of course. And with that, he was out the door of his apartment.
The bar wasn't a very far walking distance from his home so that was his way of getting there. Calling an air taxi would be a waste of money anyways. Zhin loved this life. Everyday it was the same routine but he didn't have to worry about anything. Well, the bar having to be repaired every now and then could be considered a worry but other than that, none. He had friends at this place some that would cover him if he did something really bad, and others that just needed someone to talk to every so often. It was a good life.
Almost at the cantina, Zhin's headache seemed to get increasingly worse. Again, he thought nothing of it and continued walking. At the door the stench of drunken men was strong. He loved this smell, probably because he was a drunk too. Zhin opened the door and seen one of his friends working.
"Hey Floyd. We working together this shift?" he asked. Floyd grinned and waved. "Unfortunately, it appears so." he answered. Zhin grinned back and chuckled. "Ah, don't make me be a hellion." he joked heading towards counter. "Hey man, grab me some of that new whiskey that just came in will ya." Floyd asked. Zhin exhaled and nodded. "Hey, thanks."
When he got to the storage room, he grabbed a bottle out of a crate near the front. Shiny metallic objects under some books caught his eye. Just when he was about to grab one he remembered what they were and picked up a certain one. It produced a memory he wasn't fond of so he place it back down and put it back. He teared up a little before wiping his eyes.
He sat down there for a moment holding the cold whiskey.