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Characters: Lindsey McDonald and Darla
Location: Streets outside the Outworlder apartments
Planet: Coruscant
When: The night of Lindsey's arrival
What: Lindsey goes exploring, looking for that bar Faith gave him directions to. He encounters a dangerous old flame instead.
Notes: Am cool with action spam if you'd prefer.
Rating: PG-13? Will edit if needed.
Lindsey hated feeling out of his depth. He was a resourceful guy, adaptable even. But this. In some ways Coruscant wasn't that much different from LA, but it was different enough to make him feel like some green hick coming to a big city for the first time all over again. He tried not to gawk at the traffic flying overhead or the buildings that seem to go on forever, jutting out against the horizon. Did this city ever end? Lindsey kept his head down, trying to blend in and not look like he'd just got off the damned boat. He stopped to check his datapad again, was he going the right way? Sometimes he'd get a surly stare from a passer by, he just stared right on back, daring them to say what was on their mind. They never did. Maybe it was the clothes he was wearing. Or something about him that marked him as 'not from here'.
He was dying for another drink. Or maybe something else. Something a little less civilized. The thought of turning Angel's brooding face into a bloody red mess definitely had its appeal.
Location: Streets outside the Outworlder apartments
Planet: Coruscant
When: The night of Lindsey's arrival
What: Lindsey goes exploring, looking for that bar Faith gave him directions to. He encounters a dangerous old flame instead.
Notes: Am cool with action spam if you'd prefer.
Rating: PG-13? Will edit if needed.
Lindsey hated feeling out of his depth. He was a resourceful guy, adaptable even. But this. In some ways Coruscant wasn't that much different from LA, but it was different enough to make him feel like some green hick coming to a big city for the first time all over again. He tried not to gawk at the traffic flying overhead or the buildings that seem to go on forever, jutting out against the horizon. Did this city ever end? Lindsey kept his head down, trying to blend in and not look like he'd just got off the damned boat. He stopped to check his datapad again, was he going the right way? Sometimes he'd get a surly stare from a passer by, he just stared right on back, daring them to say what was on their mind. They never did. Maybe it was the clothes he was wearing. Or something about him that marked him as 'not from here'.
He was dying for another drink. Or maybe something else. Something a little less civilized. The thought of turning Angel's brooding face into a bloody red mess definitely had its appeal.