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Let's All Have A Laugh

Denon, that most populace of planets so often forgotten. Coruscant got all the glory, yes, but Denon, now Denon was the place to be! The Galactic eye so often looked away, so its billions of inhabitants could play.

"Ah, now I'm a poet. Who knew!" Jamison said with a laugh to the man sitting before him.

The man, the poor, sorry man, sat in a simple metal chair ropes tightly binding his arms and legs to it. That most primal of emotions, fear, dominating his otherwise unnoteworthy face. Leaning forward Jamison tapped the man twice on the head with the tip of the blaster held in his hand.

"Now now, this is a time to be happy! You should be smiling, turn that frown upside down." he said laughing more. "Surely you know where this joke ends don't you?"

Then Jamison stopped laughing and a new, almost accusatory look formed on his face. "Wait, who is this 'Shirley' and how much does she know? How much did you tell her!?"

He shook the bound man hard by the shoulders until the man cried out, "I don't know! I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Come now, don't play dumb," Jamison replied. However he did stop shaking the man and swiftly a smile returned. "Ah I suppose it doesn't matter, a good joke is funny no matter how many times you tell it. Especially when one has such a captive audience. Isn't that right old buddy?"

"You-you're crazy man," the prisoner replied shakily.

This time Jamison's smile slowly turned as the corners of his mouth drooped into a disappointed frown. "That's what they all say," he said dryly. Then he brought the blaster up and shot the man between the eyes.

"Now that's a punch line!" he yelled cackling madly. It took many minutes for him to calm down and look serious. "Hmm, I really do need to find this Shirley though. Perhaps she'll enjoy the joke more."

Whistling a tune only he knew, Jamison walked out of the abandoned building where the corpse still sat twirling his blaster on his finger. Pedestrians around him moved as far away as they could, unaware that the safety was off.
 

Julianna Nero

Smuggler - Slicer - Scoundrel
Abandoned? Maybe.

Deserted? Absolutely not.

The problem was, this guy owed Kassey money, a LOT of money, and she tracked him down to here. But the problem was, this guy, who Kassey thought insane, was already taking care of things....but not in the manner that she was hoping for. She did want to get her money back, and now she was going to have a really rough time making a few payments. As she let out a sigh, and waited for this guy to finish up (because there was no way that she was going to go in there), Kassey drew in a deep breath just as he started to whistle.

One pedestrian just didn't care...she had her own blaster on her side, and she was just waiitng for him to get out of there. Once he did, Kassey walked quickly, to take a step in front of him. "Excuse me?" Kassey cleared her throat and nodded towards the abandoned building. "Care to explain what that was all about? Simply because I was looking to squeeze him for the money he owes me. Now, technically...that debt falls on you."
 
At the unexpected interruption to his whistling Jamison stopped and stared with a befuddled expression for quite a few seconds as he seemed to be slowly processing the situation. Then it seemed to click and he smiled. Licking his fingers he brushed his thin and greasy hair back against his skull before he began walking toward her with a slight swagger.

"Well well, I've heard of angels but who expected I would meet one on Denon? Too cliche? Your right too cliche. Okay then toots, how about you and me go out for a night on the town. Paint the town lavender. Or maybe fushia. Heck, why not paint it both, its not like there isn't plenty of city to go around!"

He laughed loudly at his words as he walked, stopping only just short of the woman. The blaster was still in hand, but it hung limply at his side like he had forgotten its presence. "So what do you say, sushi bar on me? I hear the bantha is fresh this time of year."

[member="Kassey Daklin"]
 

Julianna Nero

Smuggler - Slicer - Scoundrel
Before Kassey could even get a word out, her reaction was pretty much this...shifting eyes, jaw dropping, practically speechless. Okay, yes, she had dealt with some crazy people in the past, but this was a little different, because he just seemed a little...bi-polar? Maybe there was another name for it? But still, she was unaware of just what to say...

With a gulp, Kassey finally curled her lips into a smile, and then she raised one of her fingers in the air. "First of all..toots, is not going to fly. Second of all.." Kassey then raised up a second finger. "...I don't think you really heard me. I said I'm a little ticked off about the guy that you most likely killed, judging by the blaster shot in there." Again, Kassey took her two fingers and she pointed it at the building that he just came out of, then returned her fingers back to stick up a third one.

"And last, but not least..the Bantha this time of year is not fresh, you want to look at birthing season, about 5 months from now...I'm a Tatooine kind of girl.

"So how abou we try this again, shall we?"

[member="Jamison Blake"]
 

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