Strange Occurrences. (Non-Canon)

[Van Rolark]

Slumped over at his desk, the private investigator examined each newspaper rolled out in front of his desk. "What the hell?" He muttered to himself, an unfiltered cigarette dangling from his lips as he spoke. Slowly, he rose from his desk, examining his office. Slowly, he gripped onto one of the many drawers in his desk, pulling the drawer open, revealing a simple stainless steel flask.

Slowly, he placed his hand on the flask, popping open the lid and throwing the flask back, taking a quick swig of warm whiskey. Grimacing at the burning sensation in his throat, he slowly slipped the flask back into the cabinet, heading off towards the exit of his office.

Pulling the door open, he quickly took a step out into the hallway. He had noticed something...different. People. The people of Nar Shadda were acting differently. Very...differently. From the cashier at his preferred tobacco outlet to the man behind the counter at a liquor store...They were not the same. They all seemed perfect. No flaws, nothing.

Something was wrong...

[member="Cory Yazz"]

 

[Cory Yazz]

Nar Shadaa, a place Cory never liked to hang at, sure there was tons of crime, but it was just too different. Cory skated down the sidewalk, something about the wind in his hair made him happy. He held his baseball bat over his shoulder as he skated. Looking around, he would notice something different, something far from normal....yet so normal....it was the people. Cory skated past a liquor story and smiled as he saw his reflection in the glass.

He skated for a but more before seeing a man.standing outside of a sort of office.

Cory skidded to a stop.

"What are you looking for shuck face?" Cory exclaimed as he mixed his skateboard into his empty hand, faint music playing from his headphones around his neck, and his black beanie on his head.

[member="Van Rolark"]

 

[Van Rolark]

Slowly, he glanced up, glaring at the newcomer. Smoke trailed from the lit cigarette in his mouth. Plucking the cigarette from his mouth, the man exhaled a billow of thick, grey smoke before clearing his breath to speak. "Are you...one of them?" Was all that left his mouth as he stared at the man, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips. Calmly, he puffed on the cigarette, staring at [member="Cory Yazz"] with a suspicious glare.

The way the man carried himself was...odd. His eyes were bloodshot and bags could be seen under his eyes and he stumbled as he took each step, obviously not having received any sleep. The stench of liquor rolled off of his tongue as he spoke, along the with the stench of fresh lit tobacco.

(Sorry for the short post!)

 

[Cory Yazz]

This man in front of Cory was weird, he looked like he had not slept in days. The man across him asked if he was one of them. Cory tilted his head, the young criminal looked confused before looking around.

"One of who?" Cory asked, he then stepped forward, closer to the man, the way he was dressed made a smile appear across Cory's face.

"You're kinda weird bud, and you smell...when was the last time you slept....or took a shower to wash off that tobacco?" Cory then walked closer.

"Who are ya....." Cory said in a low voice.

(It's ok)
[member="Van Rolark"]

 

[Van Rolark]

[member="Cory Yazz"]

Plucking the cigarette from his mouth, the man discarded the cigarette, quickly extinguishing it with his boot. "That's exactly what a Droid would say!", He barked, slowly taking a step backwards, his back now against his office's entrance. "YOU'RE ONE OF THEM!", The private investigator shouted at the top of his lungs. "GET THE KARK BACK, DROID!".

Quickly, the man spun around, rushing back into his office, quickly slamming the door behind him. Quickly, he slipped a hand into one of the many pockets on his duster, producing a simple, brass key. Jamming the key into the keyhole, he quickly locked the door, shouting from inside. "GO BACK TO THE FACTORY, DROID!"

 

[Cory Yazz]

Cory flinched as the man yelled. Cory a droid....how amusing.

Cory then started to laugh as the man he began to yell 'get back,' and 'go back to the factory,' Cory then stepped closer as the man began to back away into the building. Cory then walked to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, Cory smiled as he leaned his skateboard against the wall and swung his bat off his shoulders.

Cory then Brough the bat up above his head and slammed in down into the door.

"Oh this is going to be fun....." Cory said, he then stopped, "I'm not a droid, now let me in."

[member="Van Rolark"]