<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/Purple%20andBlack_zpsucqavhib.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cinjin Race<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Diamond Lake<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Checking the place out<br/><br/>"Hey there," Cinjin said to a seemingly random person standing outside the Rusty Bucket.  In actual fact he'd chosen them based on what his Force sight told him about them.    "Is there a med centre anywhere in this town?  I'm looking for a job and that would be the best place for me to start."  He patted the medkit he had slung over his shoulder.  "I'm not exactly a doctor but I'm close and sometime close is all you need."  He shrugged and the smile slid off his face.  "Sometime it's all you can get."<br/><br/>It wasn't hard to make the smile disappear.  All he had to do was think about the crash, all those who died.<em>I could have used a doctor then.  I could have used a six year old survival scout with first aid training. </em>He couldn't suppress a shudder at the memory.  He thought perhaps it might work in his favour.  Everybody in a place like this was running from something, even if it was themselves.