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Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos
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Reaching into her pack, Alana drew out a single death stick and lite it. The poison slowly coursing into her mouth, to which she let it sit there, before exhaling it out. The high was minor, but it washed away the subtle headache that she had coming on. She'd need to have her head on straight for this, least a couple of junkies tried to jump her to avoid paying the fee. Her hand released the deathstick, sliding down her hip until she felt the rough grip of her pistol under her duster. Even with a small buzz she knew damn well it would take a miracle to miss at close range. There was one down side though, this was Coruscant after all, which meant everyone and their mother had an ear to the ground looking to wheel and deal information. Thankfully though, the chance of having a gang jump you was far lower than back on Nar Shaddaa. Her wrist computer began to chim, a quick glance revealed it to be the alarm for her meet up. It was a good thing she left early, else she might not have made it.
She halted in her walk, right hand rising up to adjust the brim of her hat, left hand steadying her deathstick. Her eyes lingered on the nightclub before her, as she double checked the meet up spot on her wrist computer. Seeing that it was, she took in another puff of her death stick, and adjusted her course towards the alley with the shadowy figures shifting back and forth. They looked pretty green, one had a nervous pace he was going on and the other had just finished off a smoke. A small part of her wondered if she had made a mistake in her agreement, she should have asked for the credits up front. As she neared, she drew another puff of her deathstick and held it between her middle and ring finger. "You two boys the ones looking for Mr. Ross?" She inquired, tossing the spent stick as she eyed the two, right hand gripping her hip, hovering over her trusty blaster. They didn't look like much, but hey, they'd do as distractions.
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She halted in her walk, right hand rising up to adjust the brim of her hat, left hand steadying her deathstick. Her eyes lingered on the nightclub before her, as she double checked the meet up spot on her wrist computer. Seeing that it was, she took in another puff of her death stick, and adjusted her course towards the alley with the shadowy figures shifting back and forth. They looked pretty green, one had a nervous pace he was going on and the other had just finished off a smoke. A small part of her wondered if she had made a mistake in her agreement, she should have asked for the credits up front. As she neared, she drew another puff of her deathstick and held it between her middle and ring finger. "You two boys the ones looking for Mr. Ross?" She inquired, tossing the spent stick as she eyed the two, right hand gripping her hip, hovering over her trusty blaster. They didn't look like much, but hey, they'd do as distractions.
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