Gladis Posted April 3, 2018 Share Posted April 3, 2018 Name: Navid Age: 22 Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Race: Human Homeplanet: Osiris Occupation: Conman Ah, the wondrous desert planet of Osiris; a sparkling paradise of leisure and debauchery if you had the connection and coin to get you into its inner circles, and a stinking shithole of poverty and lawlessness for everyone else. For a slum dweller like Navid, learning how to navigate this den of snakes had been a matter of survival. Prostitution, thievery and murder – any method that would get you through the day was considered a good method. Navid himself had veered onto the path of trickery and deceit, and as a conman he’d done quite well for himself. He was by no means a rich man, but considering he wasn’t starving, diseased or had to spend the freezing desert nights on the streets – he was doing pretty damn well. Except, this time around he might have bitten off a bit more than he could chew. On Osiris, pissing off the wrong person could equal a death sentence, and if there was one person you did not want to piss off it was Morza – the biggest, baddest and meanest of them all. He was neither king nor ruler – a gangster at best, and yet he held the planet firmly in the palm of his hand. Every inhabitant on Osiris looked upon him with fear and respect – only an idiot would ever think to cross him. And as it turned out, Navid might have been one such idiot. Of course, he hadn’t intended to get on good old Morza’s bad side. It was an accident. Not like he could have known that hot but kind of stupid chick who’d totally been the one to start flirting with Navid, was the godfather’s niece herself. Or that she’d go crying to her uncle as soon as she realized her bank account her been cleaned out. Any smart idiot pulling off that kind of daring feat would have left the planet immediately, and that was exactly what Navid had intended to do. He just never managed to make it that far. The very moment he’d set foot on the docks, a bunch of angry looking, gun toting men in armor had shown up to take him away. Terribly outnumbered and completely surrounded, there was little he could do but follow along like a good little prisoner. You’d have thought that a frequently trafficked planet by scum from all across the universe, with sparkling high rises and flashing neon lights, stuffy old dungeons would have gone out of fashion. Yet that was exactly the sort of establishment Navid found himself being thrown into, his body landing on the solid rock floor with a thud and a groan of pain. He glared at the armed guard who simply grinned down at him cruelly. ”No sympathy for scum like you!” He said with a laugh before slamming the door shut. ”Fucking mooba turd!” Navid spat in return, carefully bringing himself into a sitting position. His entire body ached, and many of the gashes on his back were still weeping. His lip was cracked and swollen, there was still a faint ringing noise in his ears. His nose was broken for sure. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! The hell am I supposed to get out of this damn mess now?!” He grumbled to himself and then he paused, because he realized that he wasn’t alone in the cell. As he squinted in the dim light of the cell, he could make out the faint outlines of a person in the other corner. He scowled. ”The fuck are you looking at?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LoneDigger Posted April 3, 2018 Share Posted April 3, 2018 "N-Nothing...! But... but you're hurt..." The mysterious figure bit down on his lower lip as he reluctantly moved out of the shadows to see what kind of stray mongrel they had throw in with this pedigree bitch. He shouldn't even care for mutts, but this one was hurt and growling an awful lot so it must have been in pain. As clear by the open wounds and ugly bruises. It was really his own fault for taking that healer class that he automatically was curious and concerned when he saw that someone was injured. But it wasn't like he could do much to help anyway, this wasn't exactly your fancy infirmary. But he made do with what little was down here to survive, but the prince knew he wouldn't last long. He didn't think they were going to just let him rot down here, he was far too valuable for ransoming, but it had been days! He was getting very tired of this and just wanted to take a bath and then sleep this terrible nightmare of time away from memory. Everything they tossed down here was complete rubbish, even his new company! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gladis Posted April 3, 2018 Author Share Posted April 3, 2018 ”What’s it to you if I’m hurt?” Navid asked, eyening the stranger suspiciously. There was something about the guy that didn’t seem quite right. His clothes were dirty and torn, yet even in their current state Navid could recognize that they had been crafted by skillful designers out of fine cloth. His dark toned skin was smooth and appeared unblemished, and judging by his nice hands, the guy hadn’t hadn’t done a days worth of hard work in the entierty of his life. Even an idiot could see that he was out of place in a dungeon, on some godforsaken desert planet in the outer rim of nowhere. What unforgivable crime could someone like that have comitted to end up in a place like this? ”You’re not from here, are you?” He asked wearily, ”Your accent’s weird and your face is too pretty.” He tried to lean against the wall, a soft hiss of pain slipping past his lips, feeling the sandstone grate against the open gashes. As expected it was cold, though, and helped ease his discomfort slightly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LoneDigger Posted April 3, 2018 Share Posted April 3, 2018 "I would certainly hope not..." The prince gave a little look of disgust, but it wasn't not aimed at the other, but more so the whole situation they were stuck in. This really wasn't his cup of tea... To put things very politely. "Oh? Um, thank you?" Was that even supposed to be a compliment? He honestly couldn't tell, but manners were important to him, even in a stinking place like this with a kind of rough looking stranger. "I really wouldn't do that if I were you... I highly doubt those walls have ever been cleaned.." He fussed, the man really shouldn't let his open wounds touch the dirty wall like that if he wanted to survive a day without getting sick. The prince suddenly pulled off his cloak, though it wasn't a lot better and was quite a bit dirty itself, he turned it inside out so that the cleaner part of it was facing upwards as he spread it out on the floor. "You may lay here if you prefer." If not he'd gladly take this new makeshift shitty excuse as a bed... the cloak would barely even cushion the hard, cold ground. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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