Reina Daival
"Little Shield"
Location: Coruscant
Tags:
Allyson Locke
Lightsaber - Pequod
There was a lot on Reina's mind. Too much if she had been honest to herself. Tython hadn't been the place she wanted to deal with those thoughts. The quiet. The jungle. It didn't fit her. Nor did Coruscant to be fair, but it felt more relaxing than Tython did. The sound, the smell and even the sight of all the neon lights did wonders on keeping her mind busy. It wasn't as if she wanted to run away from her problems. She just wanted a momentary break from it all. The pressures of trying to be a Jedi, being told that she wasn't a true Jedi because of her actions. Because forgiveness wasn't her way. Not yet. This was exactly her problem. She was focusing on these thoughts far too much. It was time to find some form of distraction as she wandered amongst the streets of Coruscant.
Even with it no longer being the capital of the Galactic Alliance, the planet was more alive than ever. The bars were more energetic than ever, clubs filled with people stumbling out drunk. In the past, Reina might have been one of those stumbling out drunk. Trying to find answers at the bottom of a bottle, answers that were never there. It had been an unhealthy way of coping with things...At the very least it wasn't a coping mechanism for her anymore. No, instead she had replaced one self destructive habit with another back at Tython. But she wasn't on Tython anymore. Not for today.
She made her way through the upper streets, eventually coming across a street food vendor. Well...She was allowed a small guilty pleasure at the end of the day right? It had been a while since she could get some form of junk food. There was something so satisfying about having some greasy and unhealthy goodness. And so that's what she went to do, stepping up towards the vendor and holding her finger up.
"One hot dog please. Plain. Don't want. any extra junk."
And with that, Reina handed over the credits before taking the hotdog, stepping off to the side to find a bench to sit on. She bashed her fist against her prosthesis for a moment, making sure that the damned thing wasn't going to lock up on her before she started to eat. It wasn't exactly seafood, but anything was better than being stuck on a vegetarian diet. Today was going to be good for Reina. A day where she could just be herself. Be a normal person.
Tags:
Allyson Locke
Lightsaber - Pequod
There was a lot on Reina's mind. Too much if she had been honest to herself. Tython hadn't been the place she wanted to deal with those thoughts. The quiet. The jungle. It didn't fit her. Nor did Coruscant to be fair, but it felt more relaxing than Tython did. The sound, the smell and even the sight of all the neon lights did wonders on keeping her mind busy. It wasn't as if she wanted to run away from her problems. She just wanted a momentary break from it all. The pressures of trying to be a Jedi, being told that she wasn't a true Jedi because of her actions. Because forgiveness wasn't her way. Not yet. This was exactly her problem. She was focusing on these thoughts far too much. It was time to find some form of distraction as she wandered amongst the streets of Coruscant.
Even with it no longer being the capital of the Galactic Alliance, the planet was more alive than ever. The bars were more energetic than ever, clubs filled with people stumbling out drunk. In the past, Reina might have been one of those stumbling out drunk. Trying to find answers at the bottom of a bottle, answers that were never there. It had been an unhealthy way of coping with things...At the very least it wasn't a coping mechanism for her anymore. No, instead she had replaced one self destructive habit with another back at Tython. But she wasn't on Tython anymore. Not for today.
She made her way through the upper streets, eventually coming across a street food vendor. Well...She was allowed a small guilty pleasure at the end of the day right? It had been a while since she could get some form of junk food. There was something so satisfying about having some greasy and unhealthy goodness. And so that's what she went to do, stepping up towards the vendor and holding her finger up.
"One hot dog please. Plain. Don't want. any extra junk."
And with that, Reina handed over the credits before taking the hotdog, stepping off to the side to find a bench to sit on. She bashed her fist against her prosthesis for a moment, making sure that the damned thing wasn't going to lock up on her before she started to eat. It wasn't exactly seafood, but anything was better than being stuck on a vegetarian diet. Today was going to be good for Reina. A day where she could just be herself. Be a normal person.