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As he slowly walks around inside of his musty apartment, he whistles to him self a rhyme. He is thinking of what he should do today, on the raging roars of Coruscant. His car is parked outside of his apartment, and he is standing in the kitchen right now.
"Hm...what to do, what to do." As Devan says this he slowly paces towards the airtight window. The street had been quiet for a moment, letting Devan daydream to himself. As the loud cars noise on by, he decides to head to a Cantina, just a few blocks away from his apartment.
Devan began to walk down a hall way, the wallpaper a soft gold, heading towards the garage. He unlatches the brass locks on the door, and then opens the silver door with ease. He paces himself quickly down the steps and resumes his direction towards his car. He had a maroon colored car, with tinted windows and an uninspected car expection sticker. He places his left hand towards his pocket and pulls out a silver ring, with five various keys all around it. He found the key to his car, and picked it out from the crowd of keys on the ring. He then inserted it into the car lock, and twists it clockwise. As he twists it it makes various clicking noises. He pulls it out, and places his right hand quickly to the handle of the drivers seat of the door, and pulls it open, and the door opens before him. He then ducks his head as he gets inside of the small car. Before anything else, he grips back onto his keys with firm hands, and places them in his left pocket for safekeeping.
As he places his hand towards a red button, an ongoing traffic siren startled him. He pushed down on the red button, and as he did this he adjusted his rearview mirror with his right hand, and then positioned his left hand on the steering wheel. The engine had revved up, and the car was in drive. The car then springed about two feet off the ground, and he then stepped on the "gas" pedal, and the car zoomed off the small garage pad, and off into the air.
As he was driving to the Cantina, he had been glaring at the ongoing traffic, cursing to himself why he picked this time to come out onto the street. He then turns around the last curb, and the Cantina had been straight below him, the enterance that is. He pressed a silver button, and the car then landed from the air to a stop right next to the curb opposite from the enterance of the cantina. He then presses the red button firmly once again, and he turns the ignition off with ease. The car then fades away at a stop, and the car is off. He then places his right hand on the handle of the door, and pushes it forward so the door would open. The door was open, and he placed both of his feet on the gloomy floor of Coruscant, and ducked his head while he walked out of the car. He then turns around toward the car and closes the door by placing his hand on the window and pushing it forward. After he closes the door, he locks it by placing his hand in his right pocket, and taking out an electronic device and pressing a little button on it. The door then makes a clicking noise, and the car is locked for safekeeping as he goes to the Cantina.
He looks at the door unusually as he turns around abnormal from his car, and then paces quickly towards it. He places his right hand on the silver handle, and pulls the door open. The door flings open and he walks inside with a quick speed.
The cantina was a hub for all people to gather around and socialize. The cantina was dark, and surrounded by various species all minding their own business. On the right side on a little platform, were three musicians, with there own seperate musical instrument to play from. In the middle of all the people, is an oval shaped counter, with a drink-o-matic, and many other mechanisms near it.
He then paced quickly towards a set of bar stools that had been lined up in rows around the bar. The bartender was definitely an Ugnaught, despite his awkward appearance compared to other Ugnaughts. He swinged his legs around to the front of the barstool and the sat down. He could feel his hidden daggers amd holdout pistol against his body as he sat on the cold barstool. The people around him, were normal folk. They never looked at Devan in unusual ways, or any way for that matter. He sat that, and had his rough elbows against the cold metallic counter, and signalled the Ugnaught to come to him with a finger gesturing him to come.
"What can I git'cha?" The bartender asked him with a self assuring face as if they had been friends from long ago. Devan returned this face with a quick reply, "Any ale you have please." As he returned the comment the Ugnaught quickly walked towards then drink-o-matic, at the right is come glass cups, and the Ugnaught grabs one and fills the glass cup with some sort of ale. He walks back to him with a small smile, laying the glass ale down infront of Devan. "Thanks." He replied slowly after picking the glass up and having a gulp of it. The Ugnaught nodded to him and then quickly tended to other customers near him. I sat there with the glass ale in my hand thinking of my day. It was 5:00 p.m., five o' clock traffic was about to begin, probably a bad time to be heading anywhere, so he might as well feel welcome inside of the cantina where he sits on the barstool.
The cantina was getting a bit rowdy. Everyone was keeping to themselves though, as for Devan, same thing goes. He had been treated as an equal inside of the cantina, blending in with all the regularities of a cantina. Of course, being an equal, was only part of the job...
"Hm...what to do, what to do." As Devan says this he slowly paces towards the airtight window. The street had been quiet for a moment, letting Devan daydream to himself. As the loud cars noise on by, he decides to head to a Cantina, just a few blocks away from his apartment.
Devan began to walk down a hall way, the wallpaper a soft gold, heading towards the garage. He unlatches the brass locks on the door, and then opens the silver door with ease. He paces himself quickly down the steps and resumes his direction towards his car. He had a maroon colored car, with tinted windows and an uninspected car expection sticker. He places his left hand towards his pocket and pulls out a silver ring, with five various keys all around it. He found the key to his car, and picked it out from the crowd of keys on the ring. He then inserted it into the car lock, and twists it clockwise. As he twists it it makes various clicking noises. He pulls it out, and places his right hand quickly to the handle of the drivers seat of the door, and pulls it open, and the door opens before him. He then ducks his head as he gets inside of the small car. Before anything else, he grips back onto his keys with firm hands, and places them in his left pocket for safekeeping.
As he places his hand towards a red button, an ongoing traffic siren startled him. He pushed down on the red button, and as he did this he adjusted his rearview mirror with his right hand, and then positioned his left hand on the steering wheel. The engine had revved up, and the car was in drive. The car then springed about two feet off the ground, and he then stepped on the "gas" pedal, and the car zoomed off the small garage pad, and off into the air.
As he was driving to the Cantina, he had been glaring at the ongoing traffic, cursing to himself why he picked this time to come out onto the street. He then turns around the last curb, and the Cantina had been straight below him, the enterance that is. He pressed a silver button, and the car then landed from the air to a stop right next to the curb opposite from the enterance of the cantina. He then presses the red button firmly once again, and he turns the ignition off with ease. The car then fades away at a stop, and the car is off. He then places his right hand on the handle of the door, and pushes it forward so the door would open. The door was open, and he placed both of his feet on the gloomy floor of Coruscant, and ducked his head while he walked out of the car. He then turns around toward the car and closes the door by placing his hand on the window and pushing it forward. After he closes the door, he locks it by placing his hand in his right pocket, and taking out an electronic device and pressing a little button on it. The door then makes a clicking noise, and the car is locked for safekeeping as he goes to the Cantina.
He looks at the door unusually as he turns around abnormal from his car, and then paces quickly towards it. He places his right hand on the silver handle, and pulls the door open. The door flings open and he walks inside with a quick speed.
The cantina was a hub for all people to gather around and socialize. The cantina was dark, and surrounded by various species all minding their own business. On the right side on a little platform, were three musicians, with there own seperate musical instrument to play from. In the middle of all the people, is an oval shaped counter, with a drink-o-matic, and many other mechanisms near it.
He then paced quickly towards a set of bar stools that had been lined up in rows around the bar. The bartender was definitely an Ugnaught, despite his awkward appearance compared to other Ugnaughts. He swinged his legs around to the front of the barstool and the sat down. He could feel his hidden daggers amd holdout pistol against his body as he sat on the cold barstool. The people around him, were normal folk. They never looked at Devan in unusual ways, or any way for that matter. He sat that, and had his rough elbows against the cold metallic counter, and signalled the Ugnaught to come to him with a finger gesturing him to come.
"What can I git'cha?" The bartender asked him with a self assuring face as if they had been friends from long ago. Devan returned this face with a quick reply, "Any ale you have please." As he returned the comment the Ugnaught quickly walked towards then drink-o-matic, at the right is come glass cups, and the Ugnaught grabs one and fills the glass cup with some sort of ale. He walks back to him with a small smile, laying the glass ale down infront of Devan. "Thanks." He replied slowly after picking the glass up and having a gulp of it. The Ugnaught nodded to him and then quickly tended to other customers near him. I sat there with the glass ale in my hand thinking of my day. It was 5:00 p.m., five o' clock traffic was about to begin, probably a bad time to be heading anywhere, so he might as well feel welcome inside of the cantina where he sits on the barstool.
The cantina was getting a bit rowdy. Everyone was keeping to themselves though, as for Devan, same thing goes. He had been treated as an equal inside of the cantina, blending in with all the regularities of a cantina. Of course, being an equal, was only part of the job...