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Metropolis was a little out of breath. Spice deal gone bad. Not even a big one, just his personal lesai stash. He never had trouble with the big ones. But evidently when a dealer's mother offers you a drink and after sipping you pull a hold out blaster on them, the dealer may take offense. It was these unprofessional parts of small scale dealing that led to such trouble, in his mind. And in his defense he was certain he had been poisoned. Such things were common back home. Cultural differences really.
As he ran he had managed to acquire, without paying, both a large woman's faux fur coat and a pair of large sunglasses, from two different street vendors who had also joined the pursuit. The glasses helped cover the rapidly developing black eye he had also just acquired. He looked behind him to the alley he had just exited. No sign of pursuers. Yet. Across the street lay a strip joint. It looked closed at the time, but he wasn't sure. This was not an hour of the day such establishments received many customers. But someone he assumed was a dancer dressed in their day wear was heading straight for a side entrance.
This was his chance to get off the street and he ran for it. He stretched out with the fear induced force powers and tickled what he assumed a bouncer's neck by the main entrance, causing him to look to the side. He just made it to the door as the dancer was going in.
"Late for an interview." Metropolis explained to the dancer he managed to just push instead of tackle as he redirected to the side. He patted the dancer's shoulder as he made his past. His back straightened and his pace became surer once inside. He took it all in. Now off the street his anxiety had waned and a weird idea had just taken him. "Oh krakk. What was the owner's name again?" He turned around and asked the presumed dancer before he opened the stage door.
"Cait?" The surprised dancer seemed to answer out of pure shock from being handled more than anything.
"Thanks." Metropolis said and exited. Past the stage lights, he identified what looked like exits and threats in case he needed to run again. An old habit that had grown stronger after recent events. The place looked pretty typical of Nar Shaddaa, but might be considered dingy on say, Coruscant. He appreciated that though. The moody style of neon lighting. A bit of grime here, there, mostly everywhere. After seven years it had started to feel like home to him. The dancers on offer weren't the best, but he assumed they saved those for prime hours. And the bouncers could use some training. Yes, this place could do.
"Where's Cait?" He said as he jumped off the stage. "I'm her new business partner." Metro said all this loudly enough, hands now on his hips and feet steady. His strange get up and stage entrance seemed to confuse the confidence he was trying to project with the people it was intended for though. It was one of those situations where confidence and mental issues could both be interpreted. And of course that last bit he had uttered was not true. Not yet at least.
@Dread
As he ran he had managed to acquire, without paying, both a large woman's faux fur coat and a pair of large sunglasses, from two different street vendors who had also joined the pursuit. The glasses helped cover the rapidly developing black eye he had also just acquired. He looked behind him to the alley he had just exited. No sign of pursuers. Yet. Across the street lay a strip joint. It looked closed at the time, but he wasn't sure. This was not an hour of the day such establishments received many customers. But someone he assumed was a dancer dressed in their day wear was heading straight for a side entrance.
This was his chance to get off the street and he ran for it. He stretched out with the fear induced force powers and tickled what he assumed a bouncer's neck by the main entrance, causing him to look to the side. He just made it to the door as the dancer was going in.
"Late for an interview." Metropolis explained to the dancer he managed to just push instead of tackle as he redirected to the side. He patted the dancer's shoulder as he made his past. His back straightened and his pace became surer once inside. He took it all in. Now off the street his anxiety had waned and a weird idea had just taken him. "Oh krakk. What was the owner's name again?" He turned around and asked the presumed dancer before he opened the stage door.
"Cait?" The surprised dancer seemed to answer out of pure shock from being handled more than anything.
"Thanks." Metropolis said and exited. Past the stage lights, he identified what looked like exits and threats in case he needed to run again. An old habit that had grown stronger after recent events. The place looked pretty typical of Nar Shaddaa, but might be considered dingy on say, Coruscant. He appreciated that though. The moody style of neon lighting. A bit of grime here, there, mostly everywhere. After seven years it had started to feel like home to him. The dancers on offer weren't the best, but he assumed they saved those for prime hours. And the bouncers could use some training. Yes, this place could do.
"Where's Cait?" He said as he jumped off the stage. "I'm her new business partner." Metro said all this loudly enough, hands now on his hips and feet steady. His strange get up and stage entrance seemed to confuse the confidence he was trying to project with the people it was intended for though. It was one of those situations where confidence and mental issues could both be interpreted. And of course that last bit he had uttered was not true. Not yet at least.
@Dread
