Khal "Kal" Garran
Character
Planet: Corellia
Objective: None (Open Social Thread)
Tagged: None
Notes: ((Just a starter thread for my character to start kicking the dust off of my forum roleplay bones.))
One bad hand, a bit too eager pot, and the sudden sight of the man being hauled out of the cantina and all but tossed into the streets outside, still managing to stumble and hit the ground as the bouncer inside called out some less than beautiful comments in their native tongue. The Keshirin man sliding his fingers through his dreads, sliding himself off of the ground and taking a moment to dust off his attire. Calling back at the door in equally, unsavory, fashion. "Come on! Another hand and I'm back in! I'm good for it!" The men inside heckling him, a mixture of comments returned that regardless of which one a bystander elected to focus on? Painted the same picture. The man had lost his credits gambling, and if he didn't have the credits to drink then he didn't have the credits to idle inside the cantina any longer. Though following that, the actual reasoning for his removal became nothing short of a game of reason. If it was his actual lack of credits, if it was him angering someone or two, if it was him trying to pocket credits. Whatever the case, the crowd did eventually die down and the door to the Cantina itself slammed shut behind them. The man starting back toward the door in a bit of anger, but it had been intentionally sealed behind the others to prevent any further customers for a moment. Fist clashing against the metal of the door with an echo, swearing under his breath before he would pull away. A moment spent just wandering away from the small crowd that had taken amusement or interest in the display.
Only after he managed to find a small alley to duck into a moment did he let himself press his back to one of the aligned buildings, dropping down on his bottom as he slid his fingers back through his dreads once more. A laugh to himself in mixture of both amusement as well as exhaustion leaving him as he closed his eyes, head resting back against the wall. He had came to Corellia to try to work with a shipyard or two to get some repairs for his ship, praying he could barter with them and offer services in place of credits. Already his luck suffering as there was far too little work to go around to pay for actual employees for them to offer a handout for parts. A drink to swallow down his frustrations while he sought work quickly turning into one too many hands of Pazaak until he couldn't afford either to buy in, or even pay for the drinks he had ordered. Now here he was, a washed up bum if eyes would fail to indicate he was anything but sitting in an alleyway on wit's end. He had enough fuel to bounce a few planets around, so he was far from stranded, but work was becoming a struggle. Another soft chuckle as he mentally reviewed his situation before words left him, just a bit too loud at the moment to keep the situation to himself. "Damn it..."