Leira Rhys
Character
Coruscant was a planet where anybody could vanish into a crowd of faces, which was the very quality that attracted Leira. Having narrowly escaped her time-warping captor by setting them back in a time when he wouldn't have a clue where she was with a very shaky understanding of sorcery, Leira considered her meager survival on the miserable planet lucky. That didn't stop her from nervously glancing around, the grey hood of her hoodie dipping over her eyes and her heart beating steadily against her sternum, at the bodies which surrounded her.
Denizens of Coruscant weaved around her, most rushing to get to their jobs as it was early. Leira had the way to the dingy diner, which she named "The Breakfast Route", memorized within the first two days of living there. Her footsteps were methodical as she ducked and side stepped in front of others, in a nervous hurry to get caffeine in her brain and food in her stomach so she could start her day. Clutching her credit chit close to her to avoid being pick pocketed Leira parted the sea of people to get to the diners' entrance. After delivering several "excuse me, pardon me"s, she was reached the door; She pushed on the handle only to have it push back as if it were saying "You make the same mistake every time," which prompted her to self-consciously look around just to make sure the diner's attendant didn't just watch her make the same mistake a third time.
Leira's entrance was signaled with the door's low creak, the attendant coming to the front. Breathing a sigh of relief that her door struggles weren't witnessed again, she sunk down into the booth. Setting her gaze out the window for a moment, she briefly checked into herself. The millions of other realities that spanned out before her at Vereshin's command, the way years of progress could be reversed with a spell, it was all too chaotic for her to truly understand. As far as coming to terms with it, she wasn't sure if she could. Even reality had become surreal for her, she felt as if she was listlessly watching someone else go through the motions of her life. It was a panic-inducing feeling to dwell on, which was why Leira was fortunate that the diner's attendant had arrived at her table with the complimentary coffee, cream, and sugar.
"What'll it be today?" The attendant asked politely enough, while also somehow making it obvious that he was just as enthused as Leira was about his current position in life.
"Hashbrowns and sausage," She replied after scanning the menu briefly, as she already knew what she wanted(and could afford).
The attendant disappeared into the kitchen. As expected, it didn't take long for him to return with a room temperature plate of soggy hashbrowns and some mystery meat formed in the shape of a sausage. Nonetheless, Leira ate it greatfully, knowing she wouldn't eat again until much later. Lunch was a luxury she couldn't currently afford. Running her thumb over the credit chit, she thought about the exhausting hours she was about to work at an underground mechanics shop. She hoped to someday buy a cheap apartment at the complex where she was trespassing onto the roof to sleep at night. It was a distant dream, but she could hope.
And surely life eventually had something more than surviving day to day, working a miserable, degrading job.
Leira swallowed the last greasy morsel of sausage and paid before immersing herself back into the flowing mass of denizens and the dense foggy air of the underworld. As she began to walk, a new sense of unease washed over her, a nagging feeling that caused her to stop in her tracks. People cursed at the girl for stopping, shoving past her. Breathing heavily, Leira broke away from the crowd and dipped into an alleyway, her right hand searching for the vibroknife strapped to her thigh. Her head snapped back and forth as she recognized the pull of another's aura on her own. The last time it happened it was the disturbing, troubled aura of Vereshin. She was quick to realize this was different, though, and that the Sorcerer had not tracked her down. Catching her breath, she slid down the brick wall behind her and put her hands to her temples. Her head ached from both the adrenaline and the weight of the Force.
But even as she sat there, the aura grew stronger and stronger. Curiosity begged her to stay, prompting Leira to just sit there and recover for a moment or two. She wasn't particularly doing anything odd and perhaps it was just a passerby with a strong force signature-- She could probably find a few odd Force signatures in a crowd if she truly focused. She was also fairly sure of her ability to make a quick escape, due to how small and nimble she was.
Exhaling through her nose, her hooded head rested back on the cement. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the Force to flow through her and ground her.
[member="Tsisaar Taral"]
Denizens of Coruscant weaved around her, most rushing to get to their jobs as it was early. Leira had the way to the dingy diner, which she named "The Breakfast Route", memorized within the first two days of living there. Her footsteps were methodical as she ducked and side stepped in front of others, in a nervous hurry to get caffeine in her brain and food in her stomach so she could start her day. Clutching her credit chit close to her to avoid being pick pocketed Leira parted the sea of people to get to the diners' entrance. After delivering several "excuse me, pardon me"s, she was reached the door; She pushed on the handle only to have it push back as if it were saying "You make the same mistake every time," which prompted her to self-consciously look around just to make sure the diner's attendant didn't just watch her make the same mistake a third time.
Leira's entrance was signaled with the door's low creak, the attendant coming to the front. Breathing a sigh of relief that her door struggles weren't witnessed again, she sunk down into the booth. Setting her gaze out the window for a moment, she briefly checked into herself. The millions of other realities that spanned out before her at Vereshin's command, the way years of progress could be reversed with a spell, it was all too chaotic for her to truly understand. As far as coming to terms with it, she wasn't sure if she could. Even reality had become surreal for her, she felt as if she was listlessly watching someone else go through the motions of her life. It was a panic-inducing feeling to dwell on, which was why Leira was fortunate that the diner's attendant had arrived at her table with the complimentary coffee, cream, and sugar.
"What'll it be today?" The attendant asked politely enough, while also somehow making it obvious that he was just as enthused as Leira was about his current position in life.
"Hashbrowns and sausage," She replied after scanning the menu briefly, as she already knew what she wanted(and could afford).
The attendant disappeared into the kitchen. As expected, it didn't take long for him to return with a room temperature plate of soggy hashbrowns and some mystery meat formed in the shape of a sausage. Nonetheless, Leira ate it greatfully, knowing she wouldn't eat again until much later. Lunch was a luxury she couldn't currently afford. Running her thumb over the credit chit, she thought about the exhausting hours she was about to work at an underground mechanics shop. She hoped to someday buy a cheap apartment at the complex where she was trespassing onto the roof to sleep at night. It was a distant dream, but she could hope.
And surely life eventually had something more than surviving day to day, working a miserable, degrading job.
Leira swallowed the last greasy morsel of sausage and paid before immersing herself back into the flowing mass of denizens and the dense foggy air of the underworld. As she began to walk, a new sense of unease washed over her, a nagging feeling that caused her to stop in her tracks. People cursed at the girl for stopping, shoving past her. Breathing heavily, Leira broke away from the crowd and dipped into an alleyway, her right hand searching for the vibroknife strapped to her thigh. Her head snapped back and forth as she recognized the pull of another's aura on her own. The last time it happened it was the disturbing, troubled aura of Vereshin. She was quick to realize this was different, though, and that the Sorcerer had not tracked her down. Catching her breath, she slid down the brick wall behind her and put her hands to her temples. Her head ached from both the adrenaline and the weight of the Force.
But even as she sat there, the aura grew stronger and stronger. Curiosity begged her to stay, prompting Leira to just sit there and recover for a moment or two. She wasn't particularly doing anything odd and perhaps it was just a passerby with a strong force signature-- She could probably find a few odd Force signatures in a crowd if she truly focused. She was also fairly sure of her ability to make a quick escape, due to how small and nimble she was.
Exhaling through her nose, her hooded head rested back on the cement. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the Force to flow through her and ground her.
[member="Tsisaar Taral"]
