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tushanshu_logs2016-07-27 05:57 pm
gotabadfeelingaboutthis) wrote in tushanshu_logs2016-07-27 05:57 pm
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Father/Son Flip Flop
Characters: Young!Han and Kylo
Date: July 27th, after Kylo returns to his adult self.
Location: Somewhere close to where Kylo is staying, probably
Situation: Kylo gets pickpocketed by his own father...it won't go over well.
Warnings/Rating: Possibly some swearing, but it'd be Star Wars style...a bit of "kriff" and "stang" and stuff like that. Maybe a little hurt if Kylo does anything, but nothing too bad.
Han made his way along the streets, watching for likely targets to grab from. He still didn't know how he ended up here alone, or Shrike had gotten off to, but he wasn't going to worry about it too much. He might be a kid, but he was more than able to handle himself. He'd spent practically his whole life living off the streets, taking advantage of the 'generosity' of others with what he'd learned from Shrike. He looked like he might attract some attention with his ragged outfit and long, stringy hair, but he wasn't about to go with anyone. He was just fine out here on his own, without someone ordering him around all the time.
He'd stick to the shadows and hiding places, watching the people, waiting for a likely-looking target to happen along, and then, barring any unforeseen trouble, be gone with cash or things he could see before they knew what hit 'em. It was never much, but it was enough to keep himself fed and happy. He couldn't get over the thought that this place was strange, though. He'd yet to see any ships or droids, and folks kept mentioning a turtle of some kind.
He caught sight of a black-dressed figure. He looked a little weird, but there were all kinds around here, and there was no telling who he'd find next. He could see a pocket on the guy, and thought he looked like a good target. He darted out, bumping into the guy in the beginning of a classic pickpocket maneuver.
Date: July 27th, after Kylo returns to his adult self.
Location: Somewhere close to where Kylo is staying, probably
Situation: Kylo gets pickpocketed by his own father...it won't go over well.
Warnings/Rating: Possibly some swearing, but it'd be Star Wars style...a bit of "kriff" and "stang" and stuff like that. Maybe a little hurt if Kylo does anything, but nothing too bad.
Han made his way along the streets, watching for likely targets to grab from. He still didn't know how he ended up here alone, or Shrike had gotten off to, but he wasn't going to worry about it too much. He might be a kid, but he was more than able to handle himself. He'd spent practically his whole life living off the streets, taking advantage of the 'generosity' of others with what he'd learned from Shrike. He looked like he might attract some attention with his ragged outfit and long, stringy hair, but he wasn't about to go with anyone. He was just fine out here on his own, without someone ordering him around all the time.
He'd stick to the shadows and hiding places, watching the people, waiting for a likely-looking target to happen along, and then, barring any unforeseen trouble, be gone with cash or things he could see before they knew what hit 'em. It was never much, but it was enough to keep himself fed and happy. He couldn't get over the thought that this place was strange, though. He'd yet to see any ships or droids, and folks kept mentioning a turtle of some kind.
He caught sight of a black-dressed figure. He looked a little weird, but there were all kinds around here, and there was no telling who he'd find next. He could see a pocket on the guy, and thought he looked like a good target. He darted out, bumping into the guy in the beginning of a classic pickpocket maneuver.
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The whole shopping trip had been more of an excuse to himself to get out of the house and stop brooding about his experiences in the previous days. Yet here he was, making his way through this crowded street leading to the market, his money bag dangling carelessly from his belt. After all, who would dare steal from a Darksider?
He grunted when another body bumped into his from the side, a growl already coming out of his throat as he glared at the boy. Some scruffy teenager with grimy hair, a street rat. "Watch where you're going," he snapped, and tried to elbow the boy away.
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The guy growled at him to watch where he was going, but he already had the money bag as he was shoved away. "Sorry" he called back as he took off.
There was something odd about that guy, but Han didn't give it much of a thought. He was just focused on getting away right now.
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Well, he'd gotten him once, but he wouldn't twice.
When the brat tried to run, Kylo raised his right hand to immobilize the boy's legs. Just the legs, unlike the full-body bind he would use in battle. He wanted to watch the brat squirm for making a fool of him.
He glared daggers at the grimy street rat. "Now... I think you've got something of mine... and I suggest you give it back." The 'or else' didn't really need to be voiced.
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"Hey, let go...let me loose!" he yelled. He stared at Kylo a little shocked. "I thought that Force stuff was just a bunch of old stories" His voice held a bit of awe.
He felt scared, but tried not to show it, turning on the tough exterior to try and hide it, even though his emotions wouldn't be as easy to hide from his son. "I ain't scared...Might still be a kid, but bein' on my own, I can't get scared, not unless I wanna get myself killed. The name's Solo by the way. Han Solo." He tried a glare, but knew it probably wasn't scaring the guy much. "Look, just take yer bag and lemme out of here."
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Solo.
Kylo stilled, and actually looked at the boy. It was hard to see under the grime on such a boyish face, when his most vivid memories were of his father grey-haired and aged, and about to die. He stepped closer towards him, as close as he dared without risking the boy would spit at him, or kriff, bite even. He wouldn't put it past him.
"Han Solo... Yes, I can see it. You have his eyes." His lips curled into a sneer. "And his foolish impudence. His inclination to mouth off to the wrong people... his inclination to steal."
And yet he was a boy half Kylo Ren's age, if not younger, and it was so wrong.
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"Hey, a kid's gotta take care of himself. Not like there's anyone else lookin' after me. Sure, I got a few friends, but mostly I gotta look out for myself." he retorted at the comment about his stealing.
"And how is it you know who I am? I sure don't know you."
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"It doesn't matter how I know you!" he snapped, "you should be begging me for mercy so I don't hand you over to the police!" Not that he would, the last thing he wanted was to air his family's dirty laundry in public, for the police force's entertainment. "I don't care why you steal, fact is you stole from me."
Even if he did care. Even if he was curious. Even if he remembered how kind this Han Solo had been to him, a boy who wasn't even his son and only believed himself to be. But that was sentiment.
"You're nothing to me."
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He studied the guy when he said Han wasn't anything to him. "Still, you sure seem to know me for me being 'nobody'." he retorted.
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He heaved a disgruntled sigh. "That's because I know you... or know of you, anyway." His eyes narrowed at this teenage version of his father. Not his father. He didn't think he could admit to that, and he wouldn't believe it anyway. "My name is Ben Solo," he ground out between clenched teeth.
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"I don't know too many. Never even knew my parents, really. And I'm nobody myself. People might've seen my face around, but not many know my name. So how would you know about me?"
It's a littler clearer, but still confusing, too.