Sayl Bane
Unconventional
"If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal."
That was a motto Sayl had lived by for as long as she could remember, even when she was no longer living on the streets of Nal Hutta and picking a few pockets here and there just to survive. Though it hadn't been a pleasant way of life by any means, there were days she found herself missing the times when things were a fraction more simpler than they were now. Back then it had been as easy as waking up and being sure that none of your meager possessions had been lifted in the night before moving on to find another hopefully profitable mark and perhaps secure something that resembled a meal by the end of the day. Now things were just a bit more complicated, beginning and ending with her joining the Jedi. Well, she wasn't a member of the Republic, rather another sect, but the meaning of it all was generally the same. Which was to say that her life was now comprised of regular training with little time for anything else, something she was thankful for yet resentful of at the same time.That begged the question as to just what she was doing, so obviously not on temple grounds. The answer in and of itself was an easy one, which brought her back to the days when she'd been nothing more than another street rat. However illegal it might have been, she couldn't deny that stealing was a profitable business, and not a difficult one at that. Sure, her Master most likely wouldn't have approved of it, but that wasn't enough of an incentive to cause her to avoid it in the first place. If anything it only caused her will to do so to heighten, something she figured the one training she and her twin was unaware of. And if he did know, then he'd made a mistake in warning her to not participate in any illegal activities. In her mind she wasn't really hurting anyone, and besides, it wasn't as if she ever got caught.
Shaking off those idle thoughts the Chiss hybrid returned to her scanning of those that milled about the bar or otherwise stumbled in and out, in various states of inebriation throughout the establishment. Really, that only made it easier for her. The more intoxicated someone was, the less they were likely to notice any of their more valuable belongings missing, at least until they woke up with a pounding headache and a few credits lighter. It appeared that she would have to move on and find a more suitable place to scout out a mark, unless... There. As good as any. After casting another final, cursory glance about the room she pushed off of the counter and wove her way through the crowd, 'accidentally' bumping into the man. Muttering an apology she kept walking, resolving to wait and watch. Perhaps this time, her target would be a bit quicker to think. There was a first time for everything.
But she wouldn't wait without having something else to otherwise occupy her time. Once more she returned to her chair at the bar, hailing the bartender and ordering a Cometduster, spinning in the stool and returning to her quiet, patient observations of the crowd, a faint but nonetheless amused smile on her lips. A few moments passed and her drink was delivered, and she took a sip without averting her dark gaze from the various individuals of every size and species in front of her. This was entertainment of a different sort.
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