GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
Slowly he sat, eyes darting around the forest. He liked the dark, he liked calm and peaceful places. He had a feeling he was on the planet of Endor, though he couldn't be sure. He didn't bother checking any more, he just kept moving.
That was the one downside about parents who hate you, they will throw everything they have into finding you. Growing up in a dark side environment had taught young Jyn how the dark went about capturing someone someone they were after.
The short answer, they kept going.
They were like spots you couldn't hide. They were like those really annoying pimples that keep coming back. Every time you think you've shook them, they come back and attempt to stab you again. Great parenting there guys.
Who'd of thought growing up in this environment would have an effect on him. Jyn slid a pack of cards from his pocket, just plain card's he'd made. The fancy holo stuff wasn't for him. He preferred basic stuff, just basic stuff.
He shifted through the cards, drawing three at random. He slid each card over, revealing an Ace, a Jack and a King. Slowly he chuckled, nodding. Perhaps he was slightly mad, his parents had always thought so. Then again his parents thought him mad for not wanting to join the dark side.
He was a fan of pain, knowing he could cause pain, knowing he could be pain if he wanted. It filled him.
He was happy.
That was the one downside about parents who hate you, they will throw everything they have into finding you. Growing up in a dark side environment had taught young Jyn how the dark went about capturing someone someone they were after.
The short answer, they kept going.
They were like spots you couldn't hide. They were like those really annoying pimples that keep coming back. Every time you think you've shook them, they come back and attempt to stab you again. Great parenting there guys.
Who'd of thought growing up in this environment would have an effect on him. Jyn slid a pack of cards from his pocket, just plain card's he'd made. The fancy holo stuff wasn't for him. He preferred basic stuff, just basic stuff.
He shifted through the cards, drawing three at random. He slid each card over, revealing an Ace, a Jack and a King. Slowly he chuckled, nodding. Perhaps he was slightly mad, his parents had always thought so. Then again his parents thought him mad for not wanting to join the dark side.
He was a fan of pain, knowing he could cause pain, knowing he could be pain if he wanted. It filled him.
He was happy.