Felix Dunst
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"The mind of man can only teach what he has learned from others. / It is how you use that knowledge that will decide who you are."
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A heavy air lingered within the sparsely decorated apartment that the group had found themselves waiting in for an update to their situation, a sluggish and sorrowful tune ringing through their ears from a nearby radio nestled atop a wooden table. Those four bleak walls that surrounded them gave off an eerie atmosphere were their eyes to rest upon them through the smoke filled room, disgusting critters pouring through the cracks in those beige walls as a small puddle formed under a nearby waste pipe. The smell of tobacco and alcohol poured through their nostrils and would make their noses run if they weren't used to the heavily scented aroma, the slightly opened window on the eastern most wall doing very little in terms of offering fresh air to the inhabitants. A blue skinned humanoid sat comfortable on the ledge of the window, the void in his eyes staring through the metal frame holding the glass to the wall. He leaned himself against the tarnished wall behind him, one leg pressing itself snugly against the glass as the other tapped against the wooden floor in rhythm with the music. His expression was dull and disheartened as he kept his thoughts to himself, gently biting on his underlip as his memories swirled around the Zabrak he once considered a friend. Heavy bags rested under his fluttering eyelids, a sign of his restless and lack of sleep this past few days.A wide glass table was placed in the middle of the table, lined to the brim with half empty bottles of alcohol and numerous glass ashtrays filled to the brim with ash and cigarette butts. Torn and sullied leather couches and armchairs rested on all sides of it, each with more stains of food and liquid on it than the other. A small plastic bin was nestled next to the window, overflowing from the sheer amount of paper and syringes that were thrown into it the past few days. A human female stood on the left most armchair with her head placed upon her hands, leaning over the table with a cigarette between her fingers. She has remained nearly silent for the past few hours with the exception of the occasional mewl or whimper slipping through her cracked lips, several small holes popped along her left arms vein. Whenever she would raise her head to take another swing of the glass of whiskey on the table, one could easily see those white orbs in her eyes as her pupils rolled to the back of her head.
"Boss . . . please . . ." Came the pleading voice of a man sitting past the broken down door that lead to the buildings hallway, creaking every so often as it forced itself to try and close. "Look . . . Yes, I know we have to get rid of him but . . . No, I realize that . . . I . . . Yes. Okay, I understand. I'll let them know at once. Have a good day Sir." He continued in a depressed and defeated tone of voice, silence falling over the group for a few seconds before he shouted in anger at the wall in front of him. With one quick swing, he threw the transmitter towards a nearby wall, breaking it in half as it let out a dying thud that echoed through those hollow walls. A short burst of bangs against the wall followed, forcing the Chiss to turn his head towards the exit with a worried look over his face. Slowly, the human walked through the door frame with his shoulders slumped, grabbing a small rectangular bottle of alcohol from a small crate near the door before sitting down on the couch. With a heavy sigh, he turned to look toward the two new arrivals as he slowly uncorked the cap. "You . . . two have been updated properly on the situation?" He asked in a weary voice through a quivering lip, struggling to remember their names.
[member="Jen"]
[member="Dakita Calfur"]
