Solitude at its Finest {Dorano}

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

Ord Mantell:
Sven Village, Entertainment Plaza:

Blood poured out of his chest, dripping on the floor and covering everything... He was screaming, gripping at his clothes, trying to center himself. But no one... no one around him noticed. A knife stuck out of his back, right below his shoulder. Why wasn't anyone doing anything? He was going to die! Right in front of them! Starting to cry I moved forward, going to try and help him. When I reached up to touch his wound I was pushed back, and landed painfully on my arse.

Shaking my head I looked back up, only to find a soldier staring at me. W-where was the man?... Feth, it had been another hallucination. Great. Apologizing I said I mistook him for my uncle. Rolling his eyes he gestured for me to get moving. Quietly I nodded and walked away, tensing up. People were staring, wondering what I was thinking. Wiping my eyes I started towards a small cafe. Someone inside would probably be willing to buy me some food... it wasn't like I had much credits, being all alone and all.

Luckily many pitied the homeless.
I guess you could say this was solitude at its finest.

@[member="Dorano Kejeilar"]​

 

[Dorano1]

The young Dark Jedi looked up as a soldier pushed a girl back on her rump. Something told her that this was a reaction, not a preemptive movement. Still, Dorano watched the young girl - about the age of a teenager, perhaps? - and, out of curiosity, decided to follow. She debated using the Force to cause the girl to turn around, but decided against it. She didn't know anything, and it might just serve to irritate her.

So, she followed. She wasn't particularly stealthy about it, but she wasn't aggressive either.

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[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

Quietly I entered the small cafe, sliding into one of the booths. I leaned back, letting my head rest on the window behind me. by now my breathing had slowed down to a more acceptable rate. Those hallucinations were getting more and more troublesome. They had started to appear more often, getting in the way of my regular life. Just the other day I heard people whispering about a girl who talked to thin air. I knew it was me they spoke about. Today's occurrence was just another thing I had to get past. It wouldn't be the last, I'm sure of that. Maybe someday they'll stop... but for now I just have to deal with it.

Pulling out my wallet I opened it up and looked inside. There were only a few credits left- enough for a drink and a small biscuit. Sighing I put it away, deciding to take a short nap or something. Outside was pretty cold, so it was better to stay in a place like this during the day. Before I could close my eyes something caught my attention. Probably just another trick of the mind. Sitting there with eyes half open I watched the couple dance, spinning around to silent music.
They reminded me of my parents...

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[Dorano1]

Dorano raised an eyebrow as the girl sighed at the credits and put them away. She felt a twinge of sympathy for the other girl. She knew what it was like to live on the streets with no money. Thankfully, she had become a little more successful now. Small, under-the-table jobs on any planet that where there was corruption. A slight manipulation of the Force could result in so many accidents.

Reaching into the pocket of her trousers - a simple black pair, nothing to distinguish them - she pulled out enough credits for two sandwiches and a couple of drinks. Stepping over to the counter, she ordered quickly and carried the food back to where the other girl was sitting. She offered her one of the drinks and a sandwich. "Hungry?" She asked sympathetically.

@[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]