Van Rolark
Character
"Dammit. Why? Why the kark...does this always happen?" He asked, moments after ending his commlink conversation with a female client. Slowly, he raised himself out of his office chair, quickly scooping his simple fedora off his desk, quickly placing it on his head. Swiping a previously rolled, yet unlit cigarette off of his desk, he placed it in his mouth and proceeded to strike a match, igniting the tobacco.
Exhaling a billow of thick, grey smoke he sighed, heading for his office door. Gripping onto the brass doorknob, he turned the knob, heading out into his small lobby. Strolling past his secretary, before turning to her and nodding. "Gotta 'nother case. Anybody shows up at the office, lock the doors and don't let 'em in til' I get back." He said, quickly heading out into the hallway.
Meanwhile at a supposedly abandoned warehouse...
Van's speeder screeched to a halt outside of a large, bland warehouse. The rain poured down, splattering against the windows of the private investigator's speeder. Climbing out of the vehicle, he shook his head. "The damn third warehouse this karkin' month." He muttered to himself, quickly slipping a hand into his dress suit, something he began wearing after receiving a large amount of credits from a particular client. Quickly, he produced his simple single-action revolver, cocking the hammer with his thumb as he held the weapon at his side.
Adjusting his fedora, he marched over to the entrance of the forsaken establishment, quickly realizing that the entrance was locked, and possibly barricaded from the opposite side. Slowly, he began to circle the building, intent on discovering an alternative entrance. Finally, his gaze fell upon a closed window. With a sigh, he quickly sent a hard shove into the glass, realizing it was blocked.
With a hesitant expression, he flipped his snub-nose revolver, gripping onto the barrel of the firearm as he sent the handle smashing into the window, shattering the glass. Quickly, he gripped onto the window seal, pulling himself through and into the building.
Hitting the floor with a thud, he gripped his side as he realized the open glass had slashed a small cut into the side of his body. Muttering to himself, he pulled himself up, raising his revolver as he slowly continued his search.
[member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Exhaling a billow of thick, grey smoke he sighed, heading for his office door. Gripping onto the brass doorknob, he turned the knob, heading out into his small lobby. Strolling past his secretary, before turning to her and nodding. "Gotta 'nother case. Anybody shows up at the office, lock the doors and don't let 'em in til' I get back." He said, quickly heading out into the hallway.
Meanwhile at a supposedly abandoned warehouse...
Van's speeder screeched to a halt outside of a large, bland warehouse. The rain poured down, splattering against the windows of the private investigator's speeder. Climbing out of the vehicle, he shook his head. "The damn third warehouse this karkin' month." He muttered to himself, quickly slipping a hand into his dress suit, something he began wearing after receiving a large amount of credits from a particular client. Quickly, he produced his simple single-action revolver, cocking the hammer with his thumb as he held the weapon at his side.
Adjusting his fedora, he marched over to the entrance of the forsaken establishment, quickly realizing that the entrance was locked, and possibly barricaded from the opposite side. Slowly, he began to circle the building, intent on discovering an alternative entrance. Finally, his gaze fell upon a closed window. With a sigh, he quickly sent a hard shove into the glass, realizing it was blocked.
With a hesitant expression, he flipped his snub-nose revolver, gripping onto the barrel of the firearm as he sent the handle smashing into the window, shattering the glass. Quickly, he gripped onto the window seal, pulling himself through and into the building.
Hitting the floor with a thud, he gripped his side as he realized the open glass had slashed a small cut into the side of his body. Muttering to himself, he pulled himself up, raising his revolver as he slowly continued his search.
[member="Nefertari Sovint"]