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Beep, beep, beep, beep, ….,
Click!
Her fist rested on the top of the barely functioning alarm clock. Her aggressive attempt to silence the device successful. Despite her aggressiveness, it did the job, as… she was awake. Somewhat. The red head then turned in her bed to face the clock. She pushed many strands of hair from her face and squinted slightly, just enough to focus her eyesight enough t-
“Dammit!”
5:44. PM.
The woman said aloud, a thick accent to her voice, due in part to both her species and cultural background. The reason for her excitation however, was the fact that Nymeria had a meeting that began in 16 minutes. A meeting that took her
four weeks to get, and she was going to be late. Fantastic.
Not to mention the fact that it was nearly 6:00 in the afternoon.
Very late, by the looks of it, as the location was downtown main street, deck three thousand. A few hundred levels above her. She groaned into the pillow as she laid in the bed for a moment longer, taking in it’s welcoming warmth and softness before escaping to the harsh reality. Regardless of her opposition, the woman threw herself out of the bed and immediately felt the chilly air across her bare skin.
Directly across from her was the ‘window’, it showed a beautiful Naboo beach outside, how nice that would be, however it was just a screen. Perhaps she would have been convinced for a moment, if there weren’t a list of locations and images to choose from directly beside it. That and the screen had a great crack in the middle and the words
'Jennifer is a whore! All Twi'lek are!' in red marker.
What wonderful words to greet me this afternoon. Nymeria thought with a yawn as she fluttered her eyes and stretched her arms.
As her mind woke, she remembered how she had gotten in late last night. She hadn’t even been on Coruscant for a full day. She merely caught a ship here from Nar Shaada, tracking this ‘case’. Something she had fallen far too deep in, but the kind of thing where despite how deep she had fallen, she was so far that she had to keep falling. So there she was, docking off of the ship at 3 in the morning, walking past the street lights, flashing, clashing, as lightning.
That felt like a week ago, but yet it was not. Taking a deep breath, Nymeria reminded herself she had no time to ponder on about such things. She had places to be, people to meet.
She then picked up the bag from the floor, thrown onto one of those shaggy rugs which were way out of style by this time period.
Inside was an assortment of clothes, many different styles to match many different faces. Along with that was a heavy blaster case, vacant of its purpose. The actual blaster was on the table next to her bed. Other items in the bag included a makeup kit, with one of those cheaply made tan folders, full of many pictures and papers, the rest was mostly necessary supplies. She took out a black tank top and threw it over her body, as well as a pair of slim, nearly black jeans. It was a bit chilly out, so she took a navy blue scarf as well.
When she had finished dressing, Nymeria went to the bathroom to quickly get ready. Looking in the mirror she saw the body she had chosen long ago, and for some reason stuck with. She was of average height, and kept her ginger hair a bit longer than shoulder length, her body was built for the most part and she had auburn eyes, a personal modification she made. She threw some water on her face and considered applying makeup, but decided against as she didn't feel like it.
She threw up her ginger hair into a high ponytail and rather swiftly wrapped the scarf around her neck. She was ready for the most part. Nymeria checked the clock a last time, her meeting began in 7 minutes. She grabbed her keys to the room, and a white paper slip before she ran out of the room, making sure to lock the door before running down the motel hall.
Just as she reached the door, Nymeria was stopped by the manager at the front.
“Wait. Who are you, miss?”
What? I was just here last night.
“I- I got in late. You must have forgotten.” She spoke, catching his eyes as she wondered why he would ask her, as he wasn't even in the motel last night.
“Alright, I’ll see you later then!” He said narrowing his eyes, but then easing off and going to take another sip of his Kopi tea cup which read along the side; Galaxy’s greatest motel manager.
“Right, see you later.”
With this she turned away, and left the cheaply built building. A building which was just like every other durasteel shell down here. Coming outside, she was approached by the busy life of the underworld. Well, less approached, and more like slapped in the face. This place was essentially the buzzing sound of flashing lights, the loud murmur of talking, loud tech and the abrasive sound of motors and flying cars.
The place where it is always night. Visit the underground today. A large sign outside of her room read, just outside of her window which showed that Naboo beach. No wonder they put it up, in that case.
She smiled a bit, finding it amusing for some reason.
However, she had places to be. Quickly she rushed to the elevator which would take her to the shop they were supposed to meet. Once inside, she settled in the corner. This thing was so old, it was barely functioning. The alternative however was on the next block across the way, so it was what she had to deal with.
Ten or so minutes later.
And so, after what felt like a lifetime, she made it to the floor.
And another ten minutes or so.
Rushing, and slightly running, Nymeria finally made it to the place. Just to be sure, she took out the small paper.
It was a shabby diner, like every other one. Nothing fancy,but it was the first place she saw coming down the night before.
Nymeria shook the thought, adjusted her scarf, and stepped inside.
She was first greeted by the:
Ding dong!
Noise that the door opening made. So it was one of those places...
She then looked around to see, nothing much of what she didn't expect. There was a small bar across from the door and the noise of waiters and waitresses yelling back and forth. Plates, cups, and all kind of dishes being thrown about. These places weren't high quality, no of course not. But they were good in spirit.
With this in mind, Nymeria continued looking for her contact.
As she scanned the small diner, she saw people of all types. Coruscant really was a mixing pot of races and species, unlike most places where it was mostly just humans.
Finally, Nymeria noticed the one. A blonde with long hair and a beautiful face. She was not famous or anything, but her parents were. Nymeria found her through talk, and she was curious to what this woman, who looked pretty much the opposite of anything in Nymeria's line of work would expect. Despite this, the she-wolf stepped up to the booth.
"Hey." Were the first words to leave her lips.
Hey.
What a common phrase, yet so rare at the same time. In a time like this to find someone to just say 'hey'.
"Are you Dr. Bloom?" She followed up, looking into her eyes as she placed a hand on the booth and leaned slightly in.
[member="Deja Bloom"]
