Broorn Sabor
Character
Hunched over in a filthy, unlit alleyway, Broorn quickly brought the match up to the tip of his hand-rolled cigarette, watching as it proceeded to ignite, producing a thick, white cloud of smoke. Drawing in the cloud of smoke, he quickly rose to his feet, exhaling the smoke up towards the midnight sky.
Shuffling out of the alleyway, he grinned as he leaned up against a nearby wall, proceeding to take one single puff from the cigarette before tossing it on the filthy, cracked sidewalk, extinguishing the cigarette with his boot. Heading back down the sidewalk on this dark Nar Shadda night, he grinned as a liquor store came into sight. Quickly spinning around, he jogged over to the establishment.
The building was a small, one story establishment and the elderly man inside was slowly shuffling over to the door, keyring in hand. Quickly pushing open the door, Broorn's boots pounded against the wooden floor. Slipping a hand into his trench coat, he quickly produced a single credit chip, before proceeding to speak:
"Aye! Can I-" The Chiss began, before being interuppted by the elderly man. "Sorry, we're closed. Why don't you stop by tomorrow, sir?" The old man asked, his voice raspy and weak. With a look of disgust, the Chiss made his way over to the old man, shaking his head.
"Nah! Seriously, man. Just take the damn credit chip! I only want a single bottle, man!" Broorn protested, but the man once again shook his head. "No! Sir, I'm afraid we're closing! Now please, remove yourself from the property!" The man barked, his voice filled with anger.
"Alright, man. Alright! I'll leave, but you bet yer' ass I'll be back tomorrow! Ya' just wait!" Broorn shouted, before quickly heading back out onto the sidewalk, resulting in store owner grinning as he locked the front door.
Standing out on the sidewalk, Broorn slowly settled down next to the door, sighing loudly.
[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"]
Shuffling out of the alleyway, he grinned as he leaned up against a nearby wall, proceeding to take one single puff from the cigarette before tossing it on the filthy, cracked sidewalk, extinguishing the cigarette with his boot. Heading back down the sidewalk on this dark Nar Shadda night, he grinned as a liquor store came into sight. Quickly spinning around, he jogged over to the establishment.
The building was a small, one story establishment and the elderly man inside was slowly shuffling over to the door, keyring in hand. Quickly pushing open the door, Broorn's boots pounded against the wooden floor. Slipping a hand into his trench coat, he quickly produced a single credit chip, before proceeding to speak:
"Aye! Can I-" The Chiss began, before being interuppted by the elderly man. "Sorry, we're closed. Why don't you stop by tomorrow, sir?" The old man asked, his voice raspy and weak. With a look of disgust, the Chiss made his way over to the old man, shaking his head.
"Nah! Seriously, man. Just take the damn credit chip! I only want a single bottle, man!" Broorn protested, but the man once again shook his head. "No! Sir, I'm afraid we're closing! Now please, remove yourself from the property!" The man barked, his voice filled with anger.
"Alright, man. Alright! I'll leave, but you bet yer' ass I'll be back tomorrow! Ya' just wait!" Broorn shouted, before quickly heading back out onto the sidewalk, resulting in store owner grinning as he locked the front door.
Standing out on the sidewalk, Broorn slowly settled down next to the door, sighing loudly.
[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"]