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thisavrou_log2016-05-13 10:03 pm
goodluckkobra) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-05-13 10:03 pm
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And if their Heaven ain't got a vacancy
Who: Kobra Kid and OPEN
When: Throughout May
Where: Battery City and the surrounding desert Zones
What: Running, mostly
Warnings: potential for violence or references to drug use, but they can be easily avoided if you'd prefer I gloss over those details.
Battery City
The City is clean, almost devoid of personality, and Kobra jolts at the sudden sight of it. This is where he'd died and he remembers it so clearly. It takes him a moment to get with the program, but then he does start to look around frantically for anyone who might notice them and tell someone.
The only human form he can see on this block is a worn and weary pleasure droid and he's not too worried about him. He's likely got his own troubles to contend with and he doesn't seem to take much note of two strangers. Kobra's thankful for once that he's forced to dress in a more subdued manner on the ship than he's accustomed to here.
Of course, once he turns around, he comes face to face with a three foot tall rendering of his face on a wanted poster. It's right next to Party's and Ghoul's and Jet's.
"Should probably get ourselves outta here real quick..."
Zone 3
They're in the desert. That could be good or bad. There's no telling what zone they're in, but at least he knows they can't see the city from here.
He huffs out a tired breath and pulls his bandanna up over his nose.
"Let's start moving."
It only takes a few steps in the sand before he's tilting his head at a rock formation that can't be more than a mile out. He stays stock still, squinting into the hear.
"Huh. Might actually have an idea where we are."
With that, he turns a full 180 and starts back in the direct opposite direction he'd been about to walk in.
"If I'm right, shouldn't be more than an hour to food and shade." And home. They're not far from the Diner.
Wildcard
(Take Kobra to your character's homeworld or hit me up and we can combine the two! I can also write more specific starters.)
When: Throughout May
Where: Battery City and the surrounding desert Zones
What: Running, mostly
Warnings: potential for violence or references to drug use, but they can be easily avoided if you'd prefer I gloss over those details.
Battery City
The City is clean, almost devoid of personality, and Kobra jolts at the sudden sight of it. This is where he'd died and he remembers it so clearly. It takes him a moment to get with the program, but then he does start to look around frantically for anyone who might notice them and tell someone.
The only human form he can see on this block is a worn and weary pleasure droid and he's not too worried about him. He's likely got his own troubles to contend with and he doesn't seem to take much note of two strangers. Kobra's thankful for once that he's forced to dress in a more subdued manner on the ship than he's accustomed to here.
Of course, once he turns around, he comes face to face with a three foot tall rendering of his face on a wanted poster. It's right next to Party's and Ghoul's and Jet's.
"Should probably get ourselves outta here real quick..."
Zone 3
They're in the desert. That could be good or bad. There's no telling what zone they're in, but at least he knows they can't see the city from here.
He huffs out a tired breath and pulls his bandanna up over his nose.
"Let's start moving."
It only takes a few steps in the sand before he's tilting his head at a rock formation that can't be more than a mile out. He stays stock still, squinting into the hear.
"Huh. Might actually have an idea where we are."
With that, he turns a full 180 and starts back in the direct opposite direction he'd been about to walk in.
"If I'm right, shouldn't be more than an hour to food and shade." And home. They're not far from the Diner.
Wildcard
(Take Kobra to your character's homeworld or hit me up and we can combine the two! I can also write more specific starters.)
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"And on foot?" The Jedi Master asks, uncertain what speed driving entails on this planet. On a place like Hoth, that could be days and days worth of hiking through parched desert and unforgiving rocklands. "Not that it matters." They'll be pulled back well before they can get that far out.
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Obi-Wan nods and glances over at Kobra Kid. "And why is that? Are you a criminal here?" Careful wording — he's not accusing this guy of being a criminal everywhere, even if there is a chance that's the case.
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Which is a glossover of the fact that there are three other Killjoys wanted for exactly the same thing, but he's still getting used to the idea of really letting himself talk about them. The problem with talking about them is that at some point he's going to have to maybe accept the fact that they might all be dead and he's not ready for that.
"Everything's gotta be real quiet and grey and orderly if you wanna keep your head down."
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