DarthPoreon
Jul 26th, 2001, 09:56:58 PM
OOC: Open Roleplay to anyone-- not sure on the course the RP will take.
Walking down the tourist street, Poreon could sense of urgency in everyone's mind. It was nearing dark, and all the guide books about the planet said streets got dangerous during the twilight hours. Petty thefts, rape, and assault were all commonplace-- even on the main street. Teenagers ran wild in gangs committing most of these crimes. The Police force were too frightened by the gangs to enforce the law. They, like the tourists and regulars, returned to their homes as nightfall came. All the businesses were near closing time and the numbers on the street were dwindling to the few brave or unknowingbeings.
Purposefully, Poreon had dressed to blend into the tourist crowd. Large cargo pants hung loosely from his hips, exposing checkered boxers. He wore a shirt boasting the logo of a galactic-wide Swoop-Bike Company across his chest. His arms were dug deeply into his pockets, so noone would notice he only had one hand. A legal vibroblade was clipped onto his waist-belt loops. Concealed, a Blas-Tech legal hold out was nestled against his right quadracept. His lightsaber was safely hidden back in his hotel room a few blocks away.
Smug Rug Twenty Four
A bright green neon sign caught Poreon's eye. In a smaller italic print the sign read: The Only Tavern Open 24/7 Jaywalking, Poreon crosed the empty street. He pushed on the wood door, opening it to reveal the Tavern Inside. A variety of species were crammed into any available space. The place was packed. Poreon began "swim" walking his way through the crowd.
Walking down the tourist street, Poreon could sense of urgency in everyone's mind. It was nearing dark, and all the guide books about the planet said streets got dangerous during the twilight hours. Petty thefts, rape, and assault were all commonplace-- even on the main street. Teenagers ran wild in gangs committing most of these crimes. The Police force were too frightened by the gangs to enforce the law. They, like the tourists and regulars, returned to their homes as nightfall came. All the businesses were near closing time and the numbers on the street were dwindling to the few brave or unknowingbeings.
Purposefully, Poreon had dressed to blend into the tourist crowd. Large cargo pants hung loosely from his hips, exposing checkered boxers. He wore a shirt boasting the logo of a galactic-wide Swoop-Bike Company across his chest. His arms were dug deeply into his pockets, so noone would notice he only had one hand. A legal vibroblade was clipped onto his waist-belt loops. Concealed, a Blas-Tech legal hold out was nestled against his right quadracept. His lightsaber was safely hidden back in his hotel room a few blocks away.
Smug Rug Twenty Four
A bright green neon sign caught Poreon's eye. In a smaller italic print the sign read: The Only Tavern Open 24/7 Jaywalking, Poreon crosed the empty street. He pushed on the wood door, opening it to reveal the Tavern Inside. A variety of species were crammed into any available space. The place was packed. Poreon began "swim" walking his way through the crowd.