Syrius Cline
Jan 14th, 2003, 02:32:55 AM
Oh how he loved Tatooine...
The all black wearing detective/Jedi Padawan spat out the second of three bugs that had flown into his mouth, following by the third. Learning his lesson, he covered his mouth.
It was the windy season. On a desert planet that meant catastrophe. It was doing unspeakable acts on his gelled, bleached hairdo. The small learners braid he had gone along with *wapped* his ear and his eyes burned from sand getting through. All in all, it was a nice day on Tatooine, as far as nice days went on the horrid planet Syrius dispised. He was not a desert person.
A rather disgusting cab driver rode up beside Syrius. He drove a broken down speeder but it was enough.
"How much for a quick jump outside the town mate? Small little farm, not too far."
The cabbie spoke in fluid Huttese. A language Syrius never took the time to learn other than a few vital words. He caught the words "wamma" which meant "pay" and "donocha" which meant twenty credits. Sure it was a rip-off for such a short trip but he was lucky to find a cabbie that would idle long enough to speak with an outsider. Syrius replied in one of the only complete sentences he knew in Huttese. It came in handy..
"Ting cooing koo soo ah," which meant I've got the credits. The cabbie spoke basic he assumed but he never liked coming off as a tourist.
The cab nodded and gestured towards the back. Syrius got in, keeping his one piece luggage with him, instead of putting it in the trunk. In Mos Espa luggage in the trunk would be considered a tip by the slimy business men in these parts.
"I'll give you directions as we go."
He'd gotten a brief rundown of the location before departing for here. They don't have addresses out here. The driver nodded and grunted.
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After a short trip, Syrius came to the location. He gestured for the driver to wait for him, which didn't bode well for the creature. However, he waited as Syrius walked up to the door.
As he knocked on the door he heard soft music. He looked about to find several wind chimes blowing gently in the wind. Hmm, the wind had died down. He took a second to imagine what it'd be like with a wind storm. The soothing song would become a deafening clatter.
"Hello?!"
Syrius yelled as he knocked on the door, louder this time.
The all black wearing detective/Jedi Padawan spat out the second of three bugs that had flown into his mouth, following by the third. Learning his lesson, he covered his mouth.
It was the windy season. On a desert planet that meant catastrophe. It was doing unspeakable acts on his gelled, bleached hairdo. The small learners braid he had gone along with *wapped* his ear and his eyes burned from sand getting through. All in all, it was a nice day on Tatooine, as far as nice days went on the horrid planet Syrius dispised. He was not a desert person.
A rather disgusting cab driver rode up beside Syrius. He drove a broken down speeder but it was enough.
"How much for a quick jump outside the town mate? Small little farm, not too far."
The cabbie spoke in fluid Huttese. A language Syrius never took the time to learn other than a few vital words. He caught the words "wamma" which meant "pay" and "donocha" which meant twenty credits. Sure it was a rip-off for such a short trip but he was lucky to find a cabbie that would idle long enough to speak with an outsider. Syrius replied in one of the only complete sentences he knew in Huttese. It came in handy..
"Ting cooing koo soo ah," which meant I've got the credits. The cabbie spoke basic he assumed but he never liked coming off as a tourist.
The cab nodded and gestured towards the back. Syrius got in, keeping his one piece luggage with him, instead of putting it in the trunk. In Mos Espa luggage in the trunk would be considered a tip by the slimy business men in these parts.
"I'll give you directions as we go."
He'd gotten a brief rundown of the location before departing for here. They don't have addresses out here. The driver nodded and grunted.
<hr>
After a short trip, Syrius came to the location. He gestured for the driver to wait for him, which didn't bode well for the creature. However, he waited as Syrius walked up to the door.
As he knocked on the door he heard soft music. He looked about to find several wind chimes blowing gently in the wind. Hmm, the wind had died down. He took a second to imagine what it'd be like with a wind storm. The soothing song would become a deafening clatter.
"Hello?!"
Syrius yelled as he knocked on the door, louder this time.