It had been a bad day. Starship crashes, miles upon miles of hiking, sand. It was a bit much for anyone, let alone the recently emancipated Katherine Stargazer. She trudged through the packed dirt of a rinky-dink little town that she didn't know the name of. She heard people refer to it as 'Mos Eisley,' but she didn't understand what that meant. Moss grows on rocks in the shade, dummy, and she hadn't seen any moss since entering this town.
Still, she was mad. This wasn't the freedom she had envisioned. Every bystander that was too obstinate to get out of her way received a challenging shove, but unfortunately, none rose to the bait. She huffed and marched onwards, aimless. She had done her gawking, and the shine of these weird aliens had long worn off when she caught wind of their so-called 'unique' smells. Some made her want to sneeze, and others made her want to vomit.
She wanted to hit something. She wanted to punch some worm, shove them in the dirt and kick them till they stopped moving. Maybe not that far, but the tension was ratcheting up in her body and soul; if nothing is done, someone might get genuinely hurt. As the twin suns got low she found a place that seemed like a bar. People streamed in and out, swaying back and forth as if drunk. It was exactly what she wanted.
She took in the lay of the land, swiped some idiot's drink off their table, and marched into the center of the room. She took an experimental sip, found she liked the drink, and slammed it back in one go. "Hey!" She yelled out, clenching and unclenching her fists theatrically. "Anybody wanna start a fight?"
OOC: Open to anyone who wants to have some good fun fisticuffs.
Still, she was mad. This wasn't the freedom she had envisioned. Every bystander that was too obstinate to get out of her way received a challenging shove, but unfortunately, none rose to the bait. She huffed and marched onwards, aimless. She had done her gawking, and the shine of these weird aliens had long worn off when she caught wind of their so-called 'unique' smells. Some made her want to sneeze, and others made her want to vomit.
She wanted to hit something. She wanted to punch some worm, shove them in the dirt and kick them till they stopped moving. Maybe not that far, but the tension was ratcheting up in her body and soul; if nothing is done, someone might get genuinely hurt. As the twin suns got low she found a place that seemed like a bar. People streamed in and out, swaying back and forth as if drunk. It was exactly what she wanted.
She took in the lay of the land, swiped some idiot's drink off their table, and marched into the center of the room. She took an experimental sip, found she liked the drink, and slammed it back in one go. "Hey!" She yelled out, clenching and unclenching her fists theatrically. "Anybody wanna start a fight?"
OOC: Open to anyone who wants to have some good fun fisticuffs.
