Croywn Denimore
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-----Tatooine-----
Mos Eisley
It was around mid day on the planet of Tatooine, with the busy life of Mos Eisley in full swing. Ships leaving the local spaceport. Traders littering the streets, the heat being kicked up from not only the sand but over head as well.
Of course with all this busy activity comes the life of crime both petty and minor to full scale back ally crimes.
Crow was taking part in one of the latter situations, stealing. She had arrived on the planet only several days ago from the planet Lok. She was used to the heat of the planet having lived on one of the nearby barren planets on the Outer Rim all of her life. The lifeless void of these planets seemed to be all she was doomed to experience, the only life being in her eyes that of the local population who all had some sob story to try and squeeze you out of some credits or another.Mos Eisley
It was around mid day on the planet of Tatooine, with the busy life of Mos Eisley in full swing. Ships leaving the local spaceport. Traders littering the streets, the heat being kicked up from not only the sand but over head as well.
Of course with all this busy activity comes the life of crime both petty and minor to full scale back ally crimes.
She had positioned herself against a building that was offering some little shade and covering, over looking that of one of the main trade streets with her eyes set upon a trader whom was selling a selection of fruits including that of Meilboorun, Maja and what appeared to be Blumfruit but she was unsure on the last one, not being much of a fruit expert.
The man manning the stall was a Toong by the appearance of things, given away by its head being disproportionately sized for its body. Crow hated having the steal, in her eyes it was a case of stealing to survive she neither had enough credits to keep herself well fed nor had an interest in taking part in some of the actives some "up and coming" figures would have her do given half the chance. It felt wrong to do this but not wrong enough to not justify it with her own needs.
Her eyes scanned across the road that was before her, it didn't appear as though anyone she saw was likely to give her trouble or chase her, why would anyone care in the end or risk something over a few simple fruits. But something didn't feel fully right about this, it was something she occasionally felt when about to do something that would draw attention to her. A shiver down a spine, a breath against the back of her neck, her foot getting caught on something. All these were usually signs for her to go away and try another area or do something another day. But be damned with her nerves now, she was thirsty and hungry and a good few pieces of fruit would satisfy both those needs.
Slowly she took a step out of the shaded area into the direct heat of the planet to being her approach.