Somewhere in the Coruscant Underground
Joelsi adjusted the bristles on his fake mustache as he carefully mopped the floor in front of him, staring at a singular point on the floor as he swept back and forth, his headphones playing a constant stream of music as he mindlessly tuned it out. Joelsi noticed a stray nail on the ground of the decaying, tile floor of the bathroom, a few feet from a small pile of them on the edge of the bathroom door. The janitor shivered as the cold Coruscant underground air found it's way into the bathroom in the form of a sudden current. Joelsi walked over to the scattered trash, as the voice of the DJ came over his headphones. "...It's been a hectic few months for everyone here on Coruscant, it seems that time's just slipped away. And here's someone who knows all about that..." Joelsi knelt down to pick up the nails, quickly depositing them into a nearby waste-basket, but he paused at the last one, considering it for a moment, before stuffing it into his pocket. Joelsi gazed out towards the glittering lights of the Coruscant underground, taking a moment to bask in the distant glow of the underworld, bringing a sense of freedom and control that Joelsi knew all too well. But his mind quickly came back to reality, and the cage that he now found himself in, entombed in the urban sprawl of Coruscant. It had only been a scant few months before when he went on the run, leaving the Hutt Cartel and everything else behind in a hurry to outrun his past, to escape the long arm of the law. But he'd escaped jail to find himself in another, fear and paranoia blanketing his mind constantly. Joelsi took the nail out of his pocket, and carved a series of words into the wall, alongside graffiti left by other employees and hooligans.
"TL WAS HERE" The graffiti read.
Joelsi took a moment to sit against the wall, as he threw the nail into the waste-basket. His ears were filled with the song, and a very appropriate set of lyrics played.
"Ain't it funny, how time slips away..."
Joelsi adjusted the bristles on his fake mustache as he carefully mopped the floor in front of him, staring at a singular point on the floor as he swept back and forth, his headphones playing a constant stream of music as he mindlessly tuned it out. Joelsi noticed a stray nail on the ground of the decaying, tile floor of the bathroom, a few feet from a small pile of them on the edge of the bathroom door. The janitor shivered as the cold Coruscant underground air found it's way into the bathroom in the form of a sudden current. Joelsi walked over to the scattered trash, as the voice of the DJ came over his headphones. "...It's been a hectic few months for everyone here on Coruscant, it seems that time's just slipped away. And here's someone who knows all about that..." Joelsi knelt down to pick up the nails, quickly depositing them into a nearby waste-basket, but he paused at the last one, considering it for a moment, before stuffing it into his pocket. Joelsi gazed out towards the glittering lights of the Coruscant underground, taking a moment to bask in the distant glow of the underworld, bringing a sense of freedom and control that Joelsi knew all too well. But his mind quickly came back to reality, and the cage that he now found himself in, entombed in the urban sprawl of Coruscant. It had only been a scant few months before when he went on the run, leaving the Hutt Cartel and everything else behind in a hurry to outrun his past, to escape the long arm of the law. But he'd escaped jail to find himself in another, fear and paranoia blanketing his mind constantly. Joelsi took the nail out of his pocket, and carved a series of words into the wall, alongside graffiti left by other employees and hooligans.
"TL WAS HERE" The graffiti read.
Joelsi took a moment to sit against the wall, as he threw the nail into the waste-basket. His ears were filled with the song, and a very appropriate set of lyrics played.
"Ain't it funny, how time slips away..."