Naomi Winchest
The Architect
Nar Shaddaa:
Outside Crush's Cantina
This was not a place for kids. Even teenagers did not belong here. All sorts of trouble could be found inside. Drugs, gang members, slave trafficking, etc. But here Anima was, quietly watching the entrance. A bouncer stood by the door, a massive Null man. His eyes were dead, emotionless. It was obvious he was itching for a brawl. Fingers twitching, eyes locked on every patron who approached, muscles tense. Anima had a feeling his pulse was racing from the way he breathed. Only a little time remained before he would snap. Something simple would get him, likely. Perhaps someone being half a decibel to loud, or one dressing to fancy for a simple cantina.
Veins in the man's neck strained slightly when a trio neared. In the middle was a Zabrak, already drunken and crazed. To his left and right were two Twi'leks, probably hoping to get lucky that night. The Null made his move seconds after they appeared. His fist shot out, striking the Zabrak straight in the jaw. Chaos erupted as the Twi'leks tried to pull him off their companion. Nearby citizens watched, made bets, or moved closer, wanting to attempt a theft. None seemed to be concerned about the fight or the fighters. Things like this happened daily.
Boots hit the concrete quietly. Anima did not want to be heard. Quickly she slipped into the cantina, using the disruption as a cover. Normally someone her size would have been carded. Without the bouncer to stop her, she could skip that... uncomfortable process. Sure, those inside eyed her with cold and wary eyes, but none bothered to stop her. No one really cared.
"What can I get you to drink, cutie? Or are you here for... entertainment?" An attractive Zeltron inquired. It was clear she knew Anima didn't belong here. But just like everyone else on the planet, all she wanted was credits. So the young human handed her a few and asked for the house special before going to sit in the corner. The waitress simply smirked, nodded, and walked off, hips swaying as she went. Credits were credits, no matter who they came from.
Indigo eyes scanned the building. Somewhere amongst the crowd would be a rich client. A hopefully very intoxicated, rich client. If all went well Anima would be able to hack their account or card by the end of the night and score herself some quick money. It was dirty work, and work not usually done by 13 year olds. For this one time the girl would let the end justify the means. Somewhere out in the galaxy was her family. And she wanted more then anything to go home. Nar Shadda was not a place for kids.
Outside Crush's Cantina
This was not a place for kids. Even teenagers did not belong here. All sorts of trouble could be found inside. Drugs, gang members, slave trafficking, etc. But here Anima was, quietly watching the entrance. A bouncer stood by the door, a massive Null man. His eyes were dead, emotionless. It was obvious he was itching for a brawl. Fingers twitching, eyes locked on every patron who approached, muscles tense. Anima had a feeling his pulse was racing from the way he breathed. Only a little time remained before he would snap. Something simple would get him, likely. Perhaps someone being half a decibel to loud, or one dressing to fancy for a simple cantina.
Veins in the man's neck strained slightly when a trio neared. In the middle was a Zabrak, already drunken and crazed. To his left and right were two Twi'leks, probably hoping to get lucky that night. The Null made his move seconds after they appeared. His fist shot out, striking the Zabrak straight in the jaw. Chaos erupted as the Twi'leks tried to pull him off their companion. Nearby citizens watched, made bets, or moved closer, wanting to attempt a theft. None seemed to be concerned about the fight or the fighters. Things like this happened daily.
Boots hit the concrete quietly. Anima did not want to be heard. Quickly she slipped into the cantina, using the disruption as a cover. Normally someone her size would have been carded. Without the bouncer to stop her, she could skip that... uncomfortable process. Sure, those inside eyed her with cold and wary eyes, but none bothered to stop her. No one really cared.
"What can I get you to drink, cutie? Or are you here for... entertainment?" An attractive Zeltron inquired. It was clear she knew Anima didn't belong here. But just like everyone else on the planet, all she wanted was credits. So the young human handed her a few and asked for the house special before going to sit in the corner. The waitress simply smirked, nodded, and walked off, hips swaying as she went. Credits were credits, no matter who they came from.
Indigo eyes scanned the building. Somewhere amongst the crowd would be a rich client. A hopefully very intoxicated, rich client. If all went well Anima would be able to hack their account or card by the end of the night and score herself some quick money. It was dirty work, and work not usually done by 13 year olds. For this one time the girl would let the end justify the means. Somewhere out in the galaxy was her family. And she wanted more then anything to go home. Nar Shadda was not a place for kids.