Living In Color
Slaver worlds.
Iris had never been to a world like this. People in chains. Living as.. Well. Slaves. Yet, what could she do? There was nothing that came to mind. She was here to learn more on the Force, or something. She didn't pay much attention. Instead, her gaze was pulled somewhere else. There was.. Sadness on this world. The colors around her clung to blues and greys. Where was the hope? The happiness? This wouldn't do. The young girl slipped away from the group, wandering through the streets to find the perfect place. She knew what she needed to do.
The wall was blank when she found it. Bleak, empty. Like so many around her. Unseen and ignored. Iris let her bag of spray cans drop as she smiled. She could do this, at least.
Paint dripped from her fingers all over again as she stepped back from her latest mural. She was practically dripping with paint at this point herself. No care had been put into keeping clean. Only in bringing life to this desolate place. Around her slaves had stopped, whispering amongst themselves. None seemed too pleased with what was happening, but no one had the heart to tell her to stop. They cleared out the moment the building's owner stepped outside.
At first, confusion. Then a flash of red. Iris blinked in surprise at such a harsh color of emotion. Her gaze drifted to it's source, a towering Trandoshan who looked less than pleased. "What in the world do you think you're doing."
"Um, painting?" No one had had the heart thus far to explain just what was wrong with tagging things. To her, it was a way to bring color and light to those who couldn't see what she could. Yet, those colors were gone. All at once the dull greys and reds of hate and fear were all she could see. Confusion filled her gaze. Why? Her art always brought light. Why did it seem to make this person so angry? ".. I'm sorry?"
"You certainly will be if you can't pay for this." Pay for it? Money? Iris blinked, tilting her head. She never did bother figuring out currency.
"Would.. You like me to paint something else?"
For a moment the Trandoshan just stared. Then laughed. Not a nice kind of laugh, though. "I'll take that as you sayin' you don't have any money. Guess that means the collar."
Valery Noble