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Coruscant Nights; [Open] [Coruscant]
Topic Started: Oct 17 2011, 08:43:42 PM (157 Views)
Libra Killjoy
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So many years had passed since the last time she was in Coruscant -from her perspective-. It was somewhat nostalgic to return to the iron jungle where she spent most of her early years while accompanying spacers. It was funny to think how different things were in Thyferra with that weird green stuff growing everywhere and the animals, they were so strange. Here everything was how it was supposed to be, or at least how she was used to them being. Metal, fiber, electronics, screens everywhere, artificial forniture and opaque colors.

She was walking near Sylla, a tall and good looking woman whose skin was blue along with her hair, which was dark blue. She would have looked exactly like a human had her skin not pointed towards the woman being a Wroonian or a Pantoran. Same went for Libra, who had gray skin and those two little horns coming out of her head.

Alright -said Sylla after they both had been walking for quite some time, every time dwelling deeper and deeper into the under city, closer to the bottom. The people who walked those lower levels were not like the ones they both saw after landing in the upper levels, and everyone had somewhat of a menacing appearance down there.- I need to go into that Sugg bar for now -she pointed a dismal place with a sign that seemed about to fall off, with some resemblance to weak neon lights showing the name of the place. Half of them were broken. The place had two dark green windows facing the outside, and one was smashed yet the crystal still held.

Heavy music could be heard through the door.- Its not really a good place for you to go into. I mean... hold on -she interrupted and began to search for something in the bag she always carried with her. Suddenly she retrieved her arms out of the bag along with a gray coat with a hood, and putted it over Libra's head, hiding most of her face into the shadows- There. This will be the best for everyone. -she said seemingly convinced, but internally trying really hard not to laugh even a little bit.

What the hell? -Libra shouted as response and raised both arms in a clumsy way to get a hold of the clothing covering her eyes and take it out.

I would prefer not to shoot anyone again. And I don't want to call any unwanted attention over us; and we both know your appearance certainly has the opposite effect. -She explained calmly while staring back at the bar with a more serious look in her eyes than in her cheerful expressions- Besides, the coat totally makes you look cool and misterious

It makes me look retarded -complained Libra while still struggling with the clothes. But inside she knew Sylla had a point, and she didn't want to be more of a burden than she already was. After complaining a bit more, she wore the coat and used hood with a bit of resignation as soon as she got the handle of it.

No it doesn't...! Anyways, like I was saying -said Sylla going back on track, while looking back at her again- It would be better if you didn't go into that place, as it would probably cause problems, and I would end up shooting someone again. There are plenty of nice places down here -they both knew it was a terrible lie, but it was fine to pretend- so why don't you go wander around a little? If you have problems you know what to do. -she said and began to walk towards the entrance of the bar without waiting for Libra's complaints- See you later! -she dismissed almost on the run, raising her right hand to the tip of her head and made a goodbye gesture with both index and heart fingers, and without looking back even once she got into the bar.

It was easier for her to do her job while Libra wasn't around. At least thats how it was most of the time. Sylla's attitude was always carefree and cheerful most of the time, like if she always knew what to do in every single situation, and Libra had already become used of it.

Now, she found herself alone in the lower levels, staring at the pedestrians of different species and wondering where to go. For the time being, she gave the first aimless steps towards no place in particular and placed both her hands into their pockets.
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Mattch Mendell
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The relative peace of upper city's skyscrapers melted away as citizens descended into the underworld. The sparkling light turned to the dingy glow of fluorescent lights and neon signs pasted to buildings. The shadier part of the city was filthier than the rest of the city but it was also more colorful, where the vibrant lives of the city's inhabitants imbued the streets with live that pulsed, bleeding from the sewers and bars. It was this rush that brought Mattch to the undercity whenever she wanted time to be alone in the noise. The Jedi temple was quiet and faded compared to life down here. It was a place of peace, where you could meditate for hours without noticing anything but the living Force around you. Coming to the underworld was another kind of meditation, though. Mattch could walk quietly down the streets and lose herself in the lives and habits and stresses of the people around her.

She fit in like sliding into a second skin here. Mattch hadn't exactly been raised in the underworld, but she was familiar with it. Her home was somewhere in the middle level of the city, but growing up, her father had occasionally brought her with on trips to visit friends. It was this part of the city that Mattch missed when she went to other, earthier planets. The city was in her blood and Coruscant's underworld sometimes felt like her heartbeat.

In civilian clothes, dark trousers tucked into her boots and a green hooded jacket zipped to her throat, she was dressed a little better than most inhabitants of the underworld, but not in such a way that she stood out. Her clothes weren't worn or torn, if only because this was one of the only occasions she wore them. Tucked into the bag slung across her chest and resting on her hip, of course, she had her lightsaber - just in case. Mattch didn't dare let anyone see it, but the assurance that it was there comforted the tiny young woman. Every so often, she reached up to brush her dark, messy hair away from her face, but it inevitably fell back into place over her eyes - that was probably a sign that it was time for her to take scissors to her uneven cut again. Finally, she had to be satisfied with tucking the longest pieces behind her ears and letting her bangs hang over her pale forehead, shadowing her eyes.

Mattch had no destination as she walked, sliding between pedestrians as easily as water flowed between two stones. She kept her eyes level, observing the people around her. After a couple of random twists and turns - she could never get too lost on this planet, with the many landmark skyscrapers jutting into the atmosphere above - Mattch chose an alleyway and skirted down it, stopping at the opposite street. She leaned against the grungy wall, breathing in the spicy air from the cafe kitty-corner to where she stood. It had been a long morning already; a practice duel had not gone in her favor and she now sported a long burn across her right forearm where she had gotten careless and misjudged where her partner's strike would land. She had slapped a bandage on it as she had been excused to her mid-day meal and it was now covered by her jacket, held somewhat awkwardly to her side. It stung a little when she twisted it and the bandage scraped across the burn, and she knew she should go get some medication for it before she resumed her day, but for now, as she focused on the people around her, Mattch hardly noticed it.

Feeling her hands shaking slightly, Mattch crossed her arms over her chest. She flexed her fingers to calm the mild tremors, clenching them tight then opening them to splay out before she relaxed her muscles. The place across the way smelled nice, though she wasn't particularly hungry. Mattch separated herself from the wall and melded into the crowd, going against the flow of traffic until she was taking a seat at the counter. Her nails clicked against the cheerful orange surface and ordered, waiting only a few minutes before the bowl was placed in front of her.

Mattch dug through her bag to find the cash for her meal, taking as much care as possible that her lightsaber stayed at the bottom of her bag and out of sight. Tugging her sleeves up just past her skinny wrists the young woman began to eat, turning every now and again to observe the passers-by. The woman behind the counter placed her change in front of her and Mattch gave her a thin smile. "Thank you." She swiveled around in her chair and focused on her food and the noise streaming in from behind her.
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