Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches.

[Jim Noalbrorn]

Jim was slumped back in his seat in the back of his private speeder, glancing over to his bodyguard [member="Atticus Maroo"]. His gaze returned back to his datapad, shaking his head at whatever he happened to be reading. "Do you see this? They're nominating the actor...however...how do you pronounce his name?" Jim mumbled to himself, quickly jumping back into reality. "That doesn't matter but this Holofilm company fething nominated this twenty-two year old actor as best actor in Correlia! Can you fething believe that? HE'S TWENTY-TWO FETHING YEARS OLD, BARELY OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK!" Jim shouted angrily, shoving the datapad in his bodyguard's direction.

[member="Atticus Maroo"]

 

[Atticus Maroo]

Atticus looked at his boss, his sunglasses gleamed when the light from neon signs reflected onto it.

"No sir I can't believe it." Atticus said, in a not so much caring tone.

As long as he was getting paid he was happy.

"Where to sir, I know your not going to be pouting over a data pad all night." He said before gtabbing his blaster pistol and and tucking it under his vest.

[member="Jim Noalbrorn"]

 

[Jim Noalbrorn]

"You don't remember? Ah, that's alright...sort of. Anyways, we need to be heading over to the...what do you call it? Correlian Hall of Entertainment? Yeah, that is it! We're going there, it is only up a few more blocks. The crowd there will be going absolutely berserk, you got to be careful. I once went to one of these things and took a knife blade to the hip, that's what caused my hip", He said, barely looking up from his datapad. "OH, OH, OH! THERE IS A NUMBER TWO ACTOR, THAT HAS GOT TO BE M-who the feth is that?" He asked, disappointment filling his voice. "Wait, there is a number three! Ok, this has to be-", The actor stopped talking, simply turning off the datapad. "W-wait...these are Correlians...not Coruscantis. Is there a list of Coruscanti actors out there on the Holonet? Can you look that up for me once we set up the autograph booth?" He asked, removing a large brown cigarra from his expensive grey vest. He rested the cigarra on his lips, quickly lighting it with a metallic lighter. "Nice night, am I right?".


[member="Atticus Maroo"]

 

[Atticus Maroo]

Atticus pulled his boss's personal speeder up to the corellian hall of entertainment.

Laughing a tad as his boss got upset about not being in the top three actors or whatever.

"Yes I can sir, and it is a very nice night." He took his sunglasses off revealing his grey eyes.

"Ready for the cowd sir?" Atticus asked with a smile

[member="Jim Noalbrorn"]

 

[Jim Noalbrorn]

"Indeed..." He quickly pulled open the door, listening to the screams of the crowd. He quickly scanned over the ropes that held the civilians away from the actor. "Let's get going", He then quickly headed over to the large area that led to the entrance, chuckling. "Let's roll". He occasionaly gave a high-five to a random civilian every five people he passed, but came to a halt as a civilian stopped him by cutting through the ropes with a knife, holding out a pen and paper. "PLEASE SIGN THIS! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! YOU GOTTA SIGN IT!" The man barked.

[member="Atticus Maroo"]

 

[Atticus Maroo]

Atticus got out of the speeder and closed the door.

He put his sunglasses back on and hardened his expression.

A civilian cut through the ropes yelling, Atticus moved in front of the actor and held his hand out.

"I suggest you stop and walk away." Atticue said to him, when he didn't atticus whispered into his ear piece "we got a breach." Instantly four other men walked from the hall and grabbed the man pulling him into a locked room.

"Ok boss we better hurry." He said before moving out of the actors way.

[member="Jim Noalbrorn"]

 

[Jim Noalbrorn]

Jim nodded, his walk turning into a jog. He headed up the large steps, stopping at two wooden doors. Pulling one open, he headed inside with his bodyguard. The area was surrounded with actors, directors, and story-line writers. Jim instantly noticed the table with a stand next to it which read 'Jimmy Noalbrorn-Actor'. "This way", He said, quickly heading over to the table and pulling out a seat. He slumped down into his chair, watching as around thirteen people instantly sprinted over to the table, crowding around Jim. "GET IN A FETHING LINE!" Jim shouted, surprising the movie-goers. The crowd quickly jumped into a line, the first one holding a piece of paper. The man slammed it down onto the table, grinning. "Maroo...pen, pen now!".

[member="Atticus Maroo"]

 

[Atticus Maroo]

They headed up the stairs and into the room where all the actors met.

Atticus closed the door behind him and walked to their booth.

"I don't think the fans enjoy your foul language sir..." atticus trailed off before handing him a pen.

He looked at the crowd and moved his eyes to go upon a fan, Atticus glared and looked down

"Lets just get over with this, its making my head hurt."

[member="Jim Noalbrorn"]

 

[Jim Noalbrorn]

He took the pen, failing to write his autograph once the man offering an autograph said "Man, I didn't know you were like this. You shouldn't even be here!". Jim snarled angrily, quickly writing something down on the paper and handing it to [member="Atticus Maroo"]. However, the paper would read "Feth you!" instead of any autograph. "Give that to our nice 'fan' shall we?" He asked, looking back to the next person in the crowd. "NEXT!"

 

[Atticus Maroo]

Atticus would protest, but the boss would be mad, he clenched his fists and looked at his boss

"Sure, give it to them" he said

'As long as I get paid' atticus thought to himself before pulling a cancer stick from his vest pocket and lighting it up.

He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes

Only a few more hours...maybe they could hit a bar afterwards.

[member="Jim Noalbrorn"]

 

[Jim Noalbrorn]

The next person headed over to the table, holding a notebook and slamming it down on the desk. "I CAN'T FETHING TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Jim shouted, jumping out of his seat and sending a haymaker shooting into the fan's jaw, sending him collapsing to the floor. "I CAN'T FETHING TAKE IT!" He shouted once more, grabbing the chair and lifting it up into the air and slamming it down on the table. "GET ME A DAMN WHISKEY!". He watched in anger as fans screamed and retreated down the hall. "MOTHERFETHERS! YOU THINK I GOT TIME FOR THIS! NO, NO, NO! I TAKE INSULTS EVERY FETHING MINUTE OF THE FETHING DAY AND THEN YOU FETHERS SHOW UP! I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THAT! YOUR ALL MOTHERFETHERS!". Parent's covered their children's ears as Jim began to bark at people from behind the table. "GET THE FETH OUT OF FETHING HERE! ALL FETHING RIGHT?".

[member="Atticus Maroo"]n

 

[Atticus Maroo]

Atticus quickly put out his cigarette when his boss snapped.

He pulled his boss down the the ground and ripped his blaster pistol out from under his vest and pointed it at his boss.

"CALM DOWN" atticus said before releasing him.

[member="Jim Noalbrorn"]

 

[Jim Noalbrorn]

"I NEED A FETHING WHISKEY!" He shouted, stalking out of the door. "These fething fans take me fething advantage of fething me", He continued to walk forward, approaching the speeder. "Bring me to the nearest bar, I need a whiskey...now!". He jumped into the back seat, slamming the door shut. "MOTHERFETHERS!" He shouted, sending his fist shooting into the window.

 

[Atticus Maroo]

Atticus quickly followed

He got into the speeder and went to a bar...the closest bar, he got out and opened his bosses door.

"I advise you to calm down sir." He said before opening the door to the bar for his boss, he walked inand ordered two Corellian Whiskey's placed one in front of the actor and took the other.

Only if his ex could see him doing bodyguard work, she would laugh at himand say 'I told you so' a single tear went down his face, only if she hadn't broke u up with him.

[member="Jim Noalbrorn"]