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[Balthazaar]

"Ugh, what to do?" Felicia wandered through the streets of Coruscant, absolutely bored out of her mind. Since she'd visited the Jedi temple, she hadn't seen much of her friend Cal. With how she had been treating him like second base, she wouldn't be surprised if he simply didn't want to talk to her. Then there was Xander, who was also nowhere to be found. The mirilian sighed softly. She just needed someone to talk to. Life could be so boring when everything was laid out for you. She needed excitement.

@[member="Alexia Preston"]

 

[Alexia Preston]

"No, I insist, this fruit is bruised and I don't want it," Alexia said, nose wrinkling in disgust. She had taken to doing her own shopping lately. While filled with scum and colorful villains aplenty, at least she found the food selection to be wider in this part of the city. And if she acted horrified, she almost always was shown private selections of better quality. And this time was no different. Armed with a bag of fresh apples, she walked down the street, munching one happily. She may not be able to cook to save her life, but at least she had discovered there was more to life than microwaveable potatoes.

Alexia tossed the apple core to the side, just missing the trash can. It went bouncing off. And a piece of her "Jedi" side started to show. She spun, her eyes following the offensive fruit to throw it away properly. That was, of course, until it hit someone in the ankle.

"Oh frag it, I'm sorry," she apologized, reaching down to pick it up. Alexia was careful not to use the Force openly. You never knew who could be watching.

@[member="Felicia Tannul"]

 

[Balthazaar]

"Ah!" Felicia took a broken combat stance, ready to fight the... apple? She looked down to realize that only a measly fruit had hit her, followed by a young woman apologizing for it. Blushing deeply, she picked up the fruit and handed it back to her. "Oh, it's alright... I wasn't paying too much attention anyway. It's amazing how bored one can get on Coruscant, isn't it?" She chuckled a little, her face returning to its normal green. Upon further examination, her empathetic personality felt that of the other's, and she made herself wary. The person had a dark streak in her, a rather powerful one. She seemed pleasant enough, but one could never tell. Keeping this in mind, she kept her guard up.

@[member="Alexia Preston"]