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tushanshu_logs2016-07-18 09:50 pm
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Characters: Kevas and whoever runs into him
Date: Throughout July
Location: Here, there, and back again
Situation: Several
Warnings/Rating: Not yet
[A]
[While Kevas might have part-time contract work with China, he currently holds a more stable position at one of the many bars within the city. It's rowdy, and borders the very edge of the red light district, but Kevas keeps the peace. This is his first time playing bouncer but Kevas knows there are worse jobs out there.
It pays, the bartender lets Kevas sleep in a loft above the bar, plus it comes with discount drinks and plenty of ladymons to flirt with. More importantly, it's not boring. At least twice a week some fool walks in thinking they can do what they like. Kevas is always all too happy to show them who's actually in charge here.
After pitching out the latest riffraff, Kevas moves with a confident swagger back to the center table. He takes a seat and swings his feet atop it, leaning back in his chair. Sure he knows he's making a scene right now, but that's what he wants. If people want to make trouble here they need to know they have to go through him first.]
[B]
[From one job to the next, Kevas likes to keep himself busy. Too bad this job isn't nearly as fun as his others. As Kevas walks through the streets the kedan make a path for him. None of the want to come anywhere near him. Kevas can't entirely blame them for it either.
The troll is nearly covered head to toe in some kind of thick gunk. He breathes through his mouth to keep from smelling it. In each hand he holds the tail of a giant scorpion, their bloody corpses still attached to the other end. Both bodies leave a long line of gunk as he drags them down the street.]
Dis job better be worth it.
[Next time he's getting paid up front for pest control.]
[C]
[All work and no play drives Kevas insane. The troll might be crawling his way back from rock bottom but even he needs a break from everything. So Kevas visits the only pastime available to him; fishing and drinking. It's either that or visit a brothelbut no one needs to see that.
On good days this has the bonus of making him some extra cash. On bad days, well there are no bad days. Just days he sits in silence with a bottle of liquor and the sound of waves. Every time he picks a different spot, more for a change of scenery than anything else.
And maybe, just maybe, he'll be struck by a brilliant idea as he fishes. It's been known to happen every now and then.]
Date: Throughout July
Location: Here, there, and back again
Situation: Several
Warnings/Rating: Not yet
[A]
[While Kevas might have part-time contract work with China, he currently holds a more stable position at one of the many bars within the city. It's rowdy, and borders the very edge of the red light district, but Kevas keeps the peace. This is his first time playing bouncer but Kevas knows there are worse jobs out there.
It pays, the bartender lets Kevas sleep in a loft above the bar, plus it comes with discount drinks and plenty of ladymons to flirt with. More importantly, it's not boring. At least twice a week some fool walks in thinking they can do what they like. Kevas is always all too happy to show them who's actually in charge here.
After pitching out the latest riffraff, Kevas moves with a confident swagger back to the center table. He takes a seat and swings his feet atop it, leaning back in his chair. Sure he knows he's making a scene right now, but that's what he wants. If people want to make trouble here they need to know they have to go through him first.]
[B]
[From one job to the next, Kevas likes to keep himself busy. Too bad this job isn't nearly as fun as his others. As Kevas walks through the streets the kedan make a path for him. None of the want to come anywhere near him. Kevas can't entirely blame them for it either.
The troll is nearly covered head to toe in some kind of thick gunk. He breathes through his mouth to keep from smelling it. In each hand he holds the tail of a giant scorpion, their bloody corpses still attached to the other end. Both bodies leave a long line of gunk as he drags them down the street.]
Dis job better be worth it.
[Next time he's getting paid up front for pest control.]
[C]
[All work and no play drives Kevas insane. The troll might be crawling his way back from rock bottom but even he needs a break from everything. So Kevas visits the only pastime available to him; fishing and drinking. It's either that or visit a brothel
On good days this has the bonus of making him some extra cash. On bad days, well there are no bad days. Just days he sits in silence with a bottle of liquor and the sound of waves. Every time he picks a different spot, more for a change of scenery than anything else.
And maybe, just maybe, he'll be struck by a brilliant idea as he fishes. It's been known to happen every now and then.]