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Mood Track: Electric Sky by Miracle of Sound
Please note: No PVP and is open. (Need to ease my way back!)
Coronet City
08:00 hours
Cloudy Skies, comfortable temperature
Buzz...buzz...buzz... The alarm cracks the silence in the darkened halls of this living space. Clothes haphazardly scattered across the floor and the furniture, no sense of organization is easily attributed. The Cathar struggles to sit up in the bedroom as he stirs, it's been far too long and it was finally catching up to him, how long has this been going on? A few days? A few weeks? It was hard to keep track of the days when you continue to give yourself little sleep - right now, nothing would be more comforting then to stay here, but that was not a possibility - he had already overslept; even for 8am. Lifting the lead off of his chest, the Cathar sits up and swings to one side of the bed before planting his feet onto the ground; an unrelenting yawn forcing itself to his throat and out of his mouth, his sharp beastly fangs poking from the sides of his mouth. He quickly shudders the cold off his fur as he seeks the nearest sonic shower, struggling to even walk, using the walls to support his balance. He was starting to feel exhausted but what more could he do? Perhaps the cold of the water will help freshen the fatigue.
Clear of the bathroom and into the living area of his temporary haven, cloaked in the darkness of the sunshades across the windows. A simple apartment, no luxurious suite for the busy, just functionality, that's all he needed anyways. A single couch positioned across from a modest vid screen fixed to the wall; a writing desk and writing wall rests casually on the other side of the room, surrounded by takeout containers - clearly there hasn't been a homecooked meal for sometime, nor has the keeper of this living space been very custodial. The Cathar sighs as he sees the mess in the soft glow of a desk lamp, realizing he's been turning into a Gamorrean the longer he stays here; but he wasn't about to surrender, not yet. Perhaps he was stubborn? Or maybe he was just stupid or hopeful? Even he lost his reasoning - all he could tell himself is... "I've got this feeling today's the day..." a day he's been waiting for for the month he'd be staying here. He lazily made his way to the viewscreen and flipped it on; but instead of a program or news or something normal beings would watch, he gets several smaller feeds, all with little to no action happening.
One feed displays the entrance to where he was staying; one feed on a seeming ordinary door that appears to be going into a warehouse; one feed on an empty parking space; one feed on another door; one feed on a street. To the untrained eye, well, it was nothing more than boring old feeds; but to the untrained... well at least to this Cathar, it was something more. The Cathar stares at the screens for a moment before rubbing his eyes and wandering to the writing desk, he pushes aside the containers in search for a datapad; his treasure found he accesses the notifications and quickly goes over them - there was no movement in the night. Another fruitless venture, another wasted night perhaps? One step closer to giving up. He had lost sleep for nothing, there's been rarely any activity at all. The Cathar tosses the datapad out of frustration, could this get any worse?!
Disappointed in himself, he takes a quest toward the fridge, the Cathar catches a glimpse of his pale eyes in the appliances, illuminated by the soft glow of lamp or two in the space. He freezes, looking at himself, his eyes slowly switching from blue to red, a sign he needs to call the quits. The thought only crosses his mind for a moment before he pushes it away - no, too much work has been put into this, he couldn't pack it in because... he had a feeling today was the day.
The Cathar opens the fridge and let out an immediate sigh, it could get worse. There's nothing in here, nothing at all; looks like he'll need to venture outside. Well shoot, but he couldn't keep himself locked up forever. His attention now focused on the window and what he must do next, the Cathar makes the command to finally let the sunlight in. Slowly the light creeped in, but though slow it still burned his retinas that had grown so accustomed to the dark. Blinded by the light, he could only wait a moment before his eyes would adjust and the world would look a crystal as it always has been. With his arm up blocking some of the light he ventures toward the window and grabs a pair of macrobionoculars and scanned the city below. Coronet, a city that sometimes never sleeps it seems. He peeked at the building he'd been watching for awhile, and then over to a local diner - it didn't seem busy, guess that was the target for right now and not the building.
Arah Tizun had been in this safe haven for nearly a month now. He was here now, two months after the work had began - he had laid the foundation and now he was just trying to finish the investigation. The cameras were installed to monitor this warehouse, a home to Theo the Slugger, a small time spice dealer in the grand scheme of things and really his takedown would probably not result in much in the greater existence of the galaxy, but to him, it was but a personal task, he had taken the job off the board and he never backed down from a challenge - that was always his way. Tizun looked at the picture on his wall of a human male, in his 40s with a very unassuming face. Theo obtained his nickname, only because of his odd affection of Hutts... like more than just admiration. Arah Tizun curled grimaced at the simple thought of a human and a Hutt... how was that even? Maybe he didn't get it because he's from a culture that had been traded. But there was nothing to gain by dwelling on that rancid thought.
A growl now, he definitely needed to get food. The Cathar ventured over to his closet and strapped on his typical outfit, the white tunic with a leather jacket and his gloves. He collected his DC-17 hand blaster and secured it within the folds of his leather jacket to minimize the attention; although it wouldn't exactly be hard to pick out a ranger, he was proud of it but just the way he just was.
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The streets were no more busy then usual and the diner, well the diner was just as he expected.
Like a creature of habit, the Cathar surveyed the area, made a note of the layout and the location of the scarce occupants. He moved with purpose to a booth, a booth he assumed would be the most advantageous for him. The serving bot came over to him and greeted him warmly.
"Well hey there, Tiz. Are we being mysterious today?"
Arah Tizun did not give the satisfaction of the response, save a soft smile but no other reaction. "No." His gruff voice giving the simple response. "How's it been?"
"Nothing to say, get you the same as always."
Tizun simply nodded.
This can't be right. He really shouldn't be "known" at a location, he's done his best to avoid that. This was just another indicator that he'd been putting too much time here and maybe he should pack it in - but no.
Because today is the day, he had a feeling.