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Kindan has been moved over to my main @ofdcrksouls !! Feel free to bother me over there

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Kindan has been moved over to my main @ofdcrksouls !! Feel free to bother me over there

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Kindan has been moved over to my main @ofdcrksouls !! Feel free to bother me over there

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Kindan has been moved over to my main @ofdcrksouls !! Feel free to bother me over there

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Kindan has been moved over to my main @ofdcrksouls !! Feel free to bother me over there

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* ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ *

“this is NOT the devilishly handsome  and extremely intelligent THIEF you’re looking for — ”

[grimgrahams]

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And I’m in this, and it’s been so long It’s hard to know what you did right and what you did wrong

[ben-kenobi]

It’s hard to know what you did right and what you did wrong Will the scales stay balanced at the end of the song?

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bartendiing:

he plucks the drug from the other man’s mouth, taking a long drag and puffing out the smoke before handing it back over to him. it’s only at this point that kit realizes they haven’t even exchanged names yet. not that he makes it a habit to go spreading his name around, but this guy doesn’t seem to mean him any harm. “ mmm… perhaps. maybe now that we’ve got a moment, i should tell you my name’s kit. what’s yours, handsome? ” kit’s other hand brings the alcohol to his lips, tasting it to decide whether or not it’d be safe to consume the rest. it’s not the best drink he’s ever had, but certainly doable.  kit takes a step closer to the other, eyes bright as he purposefully crowds his space and doesn’t let their eye contact waver. “ what’s waiting for me at your place? ”

  he watches kit with a raised eyebrow, the faintest of smirks on his lips. when the cigarette is returned to him, he slips it back between his lips and takes a long drag.

  “’m kin — ” he mumbles, smoke slipping through as he spoke. following kit’s example, he takes the bottle from his hand before chugging down a moderate portion of the liquid. “this is shite  —” he shakes his head, unimpressed.

  he allows the other to invade his personal space — the smirk stretching wider. he moves even closer, their faces now mere inches apart. “fun.” he purposefully drags out that single word, eyes glimmering. 

 he tosses the bottle on the ground along with its contents — taking kit’s hand and guiding him out of the alley. he checks their surrounding before stepping out, following the path to his apartment.

[coruscantiisms-blog]

Your sin has been measured. You have committed many sins, but Wrath is the mortal sin that has done you in.

Greed: Medium Gluttony: Medium Wrath: High Sloth: Low Envy: Medium Lust: High Pride: Medium

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* ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ *

“this is NOT the devilishly handsome  and extremely intelligent THIEF you’re looking for — ”

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bartendiing:

even with the circumstances… kit can’t help but really almost trust the man. he knows he shouldn’t trust ANYONE. especially as a bounty hunter who had encountered this stranger in a bar. he appeared potentially dangerous as well, but kit isn’t really thinking rationally. or logically.  the bounty stumbles after him, fingers intertwined with the man’s as he’s pulled into an alleyway, helmet tucked under his other arm while his hand keeps a hold of one glass he’d taken from the table. he can’t help but like the adrenaline rush of being searched for whereas he was typically the one doing the searching.  “ that WAS. but let’s not do it again, yeah? ” he grins, letting his fingers disconnect from the other’s with a soft sigh. “ i think i could go for a lovely dinner. but maybe i should finish this drink first. ”

   he slips a cigarillo between his lips and lights it, a thick puff of smoke slipping through grinning teeth. “why not? getcha blood pumping AND puts food on the table. it’s a pretty constructive hobby if you ask me  —”

to be fair, for him this was more a lifestyle than a simple hobby. there was no one there for him to lean on — not doing what he just did would result in him starving. so really, if the dilemma he faced was to steal from criminal scum or starve, he would have that pretty necklace too, thank you very much.

  “y’think i can invite you over now?” he smiles and takes another drag, blowing the smoke from the side of his mouth to avoid kit’s face. “i’m pretty sure robbery brings a couple as close as a third date does  —”

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  “NO —”

 he thought it would be a simple mission — get in, take the cargo, get out. but nothing could prepare him for what he’d see. surely, in many systems, slavery was still perfectly legal — a tradition even, to some.

but when he broke into that freighter, he DIDN’T KNOW  — he couldn’t have known that the cargo would be living, breathing, intelligent creatures from all around the galaxy!

and that was why he FROZE. he stopped and instead of completing his mission, instead of SAVING them, he left.

 “i’m going back in —” his jaw clenches “i’m going to save them —”

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bartendiing:

kit bites his lip while holding back his smirk. the guy definitely knows how to charm him – which buttons to press and which compliments to put in. it’s certainly working, and kit definitely doesn’t think he has anything wrong with that. he watches as the man works his magic, staying seated in the corner until he’s called upon, strolling over to the nearby table, and picking up the drinks with a quick swoop over the table. he’s impressed by the other, and amused by such a rash decision. it’s not often people can urge a laugh out of kit. “ darling, if drinking is terribly unhealthy, the both of us might be in trouble. ”

  “trust me, love — ” he’s cut off by a smuggler sitting in the back, who thought it’d be a good idea to draw his blaster and aim. kin smirks before firing a SINGLE shot, sending the blaster flying from the smuggler’s hold. “WELL, i think we’ve overstayed our welcome.” he quickly gathers as many credits as possible before taking kit’s hand and dragging him out of the bar.

 “HIDE — “ he orders, his voice hushed. he takes a quick look around, searching for a proper hiding place. the alleyway next to the bar’s entrance would have to suffice. he pulls kit into the narrow street before pushing the button on his earpiece once more, the helmet folding back into place. 

the voices of the patrons flooding out of the cantina echo in the street, but none of them seem to be intelligent enough to look in the most obvious of places.

 “that was FUN — ” he laughs, his tone still as faint as a whisper. “and look, just enough credits for a lovely dinner.”

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executiie:

   “hey—” luther leans forward, his passion for the stars transferring to kinny. “you don’t know that.” if there’s an opportunity he can take to instill some hope and fire in a potential ally, he’ll grasp at it. 

   “why not go see it?” he rests a hand on his companion’s arm, trying to keep his attention and express just how serious he is. luther was no recruitment agent, but he could get one sent out this way, if nothing else. “we’re always looking for new recruits, y’know.”

   kinny hadn’t given it much thought. 

in reality, he was afraid. this world, however dim and flawed---it was still his world, the only home he’d ever known and even though he always hoped of escaping one day--finally being faced with that opportunity was terrifying.

  “it can’t be that easy--” he states, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “i mean--i’m just a thief, i can’t really be of any use to the rebellion. what if i get someone killed? what if someone trusts me and i fuck it up? i can’t risk that...”

[rpmemesfortheroleplayer]

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bartendiing:

“ i dunno… i could definitely make an exception for you. especially if it involves free alcohol – unless you’d have me pay for it in another way. ” he raises a brow in return, fingers brushing over his helmet seated on the chair beside him. while he doesn’t make it a habit of going to dingy places like this, he’ll get a drink wherever he can. “ but, i’m always willing to risk my life for a potentially good drink. ” he grins, gesturing to the drinks the table beside them had ordered.

   “gorgeous AND living on the edge--marry me right now, wontcha?”

he gives the nearby table an indifferent glance before turning back to the other. he rolls his shoulders, “alright--if that’s what my future husband wants...”

 kin reaches to press a small red button on top of what seemed to be an earpiece inside his ear. a metal plate starts unfolding, slowly engulfing his head to form sort of a black helmet laced with silver and gold, bright yellow spectacles covering his eyes. as soon as his face is concealed, he jumps out of his seat, blasters swiftly out of their holsters as he moves to the middle of the cantina. 

  “alright, lovelies--would you all be so kind as to spare me a credit or two? my dad’s sister’s grandmother’s uncle is incredibly sick and all that--oh, also. my lovely boyfriend over there will get that out of your way--drinking is terribly unhealthy, i’m afraid.” he winks playfully at the patrons on the table kit had mentioned.