A moment to actually think about something was rare in Nathan’s life today; yet, he found himself actually enjoying one. At least, he was now that the hospital guard had managed to toss him head first back into the streets, leaving nothing but a smug looking orb; that immediately shot away into the darkest recesses of the hospital the moment Nathan looked its direction. Having already dusted himself nonchalantly and walking away with his hands tucked into his pants pockets; the captain was busily pondering over the sorry state of affairs that he had managed to craft from nothing. A broken crew, several new mouths to feed and all of it had occurred in a few moments; throwing his head back into the air, Nathan began to laugh uncontrollably. Doing so, his entire body rocked back and forth, the lines of his mouth stretching wide as he finally felt himself snap a little bit.
Letting his eyes droop down into a tired display, he began to walk down the street, no longer caring about anything around him. Battered, bruised, scratched up and now being looked down upon by nearly everyone and everything; the brown haired human had just found his new purpose for the moment, someone was going to have the same shitty day he just had. Keeping his head down and his eyes strolling over the bodies that encompassed the crowd around him; he began to search around.
Nathan was on the prowl, hunting for a prey that wasn’t of the fleshly design, but rather one that was bloated in a different manner. Continuing to cut his eyes back and forth, he would recognize some small signs of wealth on people: the glint of a personal network on their arms, others with cybernetic implants on their faces or possibly on their legs and still others had a walk that just signaled it to him. It came naturally, he had seen the struts and signs on Earth; however, he had never acted upon it till now. Soon, a small grin was encompassing his features causing him to slide into the darkness of an alley way just as man walking with enough swagger in his step to fill a rap video came striding by.
Snatching the overly confident male into the shade, Nathan put an end to his confidence by slamming his head against the metallic substance of the building they were beside. Slumping to the ground unconscious, Nathan got a slightly better look at his victim. He was short with black hair in dreads and no signs of intelligence on his face. Shaking his head, Nathan would begin to pat down on his blue pants legs and over his grey shirt before finding a small horde of credits in his front pocket. Prying them away from him and tossing down a chip worth twenty onto his frame; he would pocket the rest of it and slip back into the crowd, his deed unnoticed.
It was another twenty minutes before Nathan arrived back at the hotel, not really wanting to bother with any business transactions or possible bullshit that the manager might pull. Much to his surprise though, as he walked in everything seemed to have already been settled away as Slacker Jack and Arachne were busily playing chess on a holographic projection. Neither acknowledged Nathan’s presence as he came in, nor did Gilarose whom was passed out on the bar drooling slightly with an empty bottle of liquor in front of her. Nathan examined her for a moment, watching how her rotund ass formed a heart shape on the barstool and looked to be one of the best pillows one could hope for, till they saw her breasts. Across the room, the manager had lit up a stogie and was flipping through a few credits as he contemplated the same thing that Nathan did.
No one was saying a word to each other, meaning that Slacker Jack or someone else had managed to square away the deal without the need of help. Merely pulling up a seat next to Gilarose, the Captain began to play with the contents of the only glass left by her. It was about half full and smelled oddly pleasant for alcohol, making him inhale for a moment before he felt Gilarose’s head up against his arm. “You’re cute, but not cute enough to take my alcohol from me. Buy your own.” She growled at him before shooting him a small wink and rolling her head back to a semi-upright position. Afterwards, she would yawn and the stench of consumed alcohol hit Nathan hard; making him recoil a little bit and causing the darker skinned female to chortle for a moment. “Never met a woman who could drink you under the table I assume?” She teased playfully at which point Nathan merely shook his head and walked away, noticing that Zephyr was crotched in the corner beside the door.
The Yor’zvin male had made himself as small as possible and was hard to notice due to the dark color of his clothing; even so, his face had to be turned completely away for someone not to know he was there. Making eye contact, he waved slightly, then went back to looking through a peep hole by the door most likely keeping tabs on who was coming and going. Being a good little lap dog it seemed, Tesla on the other hand was nowhere to be seen and that was actually what Nathan preferred at the moment.
Stepping into the room he would be sharing with Garrus or someone else when the time came to decide, Nathan walked towards the couch and slammed himself down onto it. Pulling the credits out of his back pocket and beginning to count them all slowly; watching the tickers on the side of the chips diminish as he inserted them into his transactor. When it finished, he looked over his account and read the balance at 1,256 credits. Huffing a small sigh, he rolled over and faced the side of the couch, pondering what to do next.
Current Credits: 1,256
Next deduction for consumption of party: 400 in 3 Updates
Totals:
Tesla – 50 Contentment: 3/5 Mood: Mischievous Wants: More control
Zephyr- 90 Contentment: 5/5 Mood: Paranoid Wants: A more secure location
Lily – 50 Contentment: 2/5 Mood: Confused and Shocked Wants: Medical books and explanations
Ludma – 50 Contentment 1/5 Mood: Angry Wants: The fuck out of here.
Slacker Jack – 10 Contentment 4/5 Mood: Unreadable Wants: More customers
Gilarose – 70 Contentment 4/5 Mood: Promiscuous Wants: Cleaner facilities/Respect
Arachne - ?? Contentment 4/5 Mood: Unreadable Wants: Unreadable
Garrus – 80 Contentment 1/5 Mood: Irritated Wants: A ship
Option A: Get up and speak with the new comers.
Option B: Get up and talk shop with the manager
Option C: Get some food and a night of rest. -10 credits
Option D: Hunt down Ludma and Tesla.
