Little Writings

Characterization

Author's note: Hey peoples, I wrote this for creative writing class. Could you do me a favor and comment below two words that you think describe this character? I want to make I know this character before I write about him...

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Into the cigorette smoke and scum-filled Hummer Station, Ajax walked. Keeping his head low, he sat down at the bar:

"What do you want today kid?" the four-armed bartender asked.

"The usual," he replied. The bartender slid a small mug of some sort of alcoholic drink in front of him.

Ajax took a large gulp from his mug then scanned the room; a group of gangsters were playing poker. One of them was leaning back in his chair with only the back two legs supporting him. He saw that a green-scaled man had a blaster in his holster. Putting a hand on his own blaster, he used his other hand to knock over the alien's mug. The beverage spilt on the bounty hunter's lap.

The scaled man cursed then pointed his gun at Ajax, who sat there expressionless:

"You'll pay for that human," he growled.

"My last name is Steelclaw, even I don't call myself an official 'human.'"

Quickly, Ajax dodged the laser, drew his blaster and shot, but not at the scaled man. The poker player who had his chair angled, fell backwards; one of the back legs were missing. Everybody's heads turned toward the sound of the blaster-fire. The hairy poker play stood and saw that the scaled man was the only man in the room with his gun out of it's holster.

The scaled man still had his focus on Ajax, who was completely aware that the barrel of a weapon was inches away from his chest. Throughout all the tension, Ajax kept his straight face, though his brown eyes danced with playfulness.

"Just wait till I get the reward when I show Evo your blonde head," the scaled man smiled wickedly at the thought of wealth.

"Evo is still after me? I've been doing this since I was 13 and that guy still hasn't given up?" asked in a tone of annoyance.

"The price has gotten larger during those four years, you'd be lucky to be alive by--" the scaled man was interrupted by a gunfire and fell dead with a smoking hole in his back."Then I guess I'm lucky," Ajax told the corpse.

The poker player holstered his gun and resumed his game and everybody went back to what they were doing. Ajax tossed a few coins at the bartender, "Sorry for the trash," and exited the gangsters' hole, smirking.