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Keeper of the Graves [Velda]

As many in the galaxy would know, being born into nobility had it's interesting perks. Thee square meals a day, fine meals at that, the finest clothing, and the respect of others. But what was the best perk of being born into royalty? Exquisite taste. Yes. Cyrus, for one, had a thing for the theater. Mostly tragedies.

Lucky for him, Coruscant was host to a menagerie of such entertainment. One in particular piqued the young Zambrano's interests. It went by the name of 'Keeper of the Graves'. Sad tale of a father who had to bury all of his children due to a mistake he made in his past. Cyrus couldnt help but go and see this play. So, he threw on his finest threads on and departed his loft on Coruscant for the theater.

[member='Velda Nar-Donna']
 
On her way en-route to the theater sailing leisurely through Coruscant's many sky-lanes, Velda sat comfortably in the back seat of her limo-speeder, no sound from the nightlife from the vast metropolis expanse could be heard as she neared closer to her destination. Soon the speeder came to a stop, the door opened and with silky practice Velda stepped out of the limo. Among the various denizens and tourists in the street of the area.

The driver closed the door as she walked forward in a lush practiced attitude that shimmered with grace and confidence that she always swayed with. As she entered the hall, the various sounds of speeders, horns, and droids gave way to the more hushed quiet sounds and whispers of the theater, up to this point she really paid no attention to the various people about, until her eyes of a creamy sea green shade discreetly rested on him. He seemed to be a well dressed fellow for sure and with every sway of her hips in thoughtful step, Velda slowed, and as she did spied this fellow was very sweet to the eyes, or pleasingly handsome.

As her steps stopped she came to stand right near this man as they waited. Velda's perfume of a pleasant and unmistakable floral would caress the senses of those within the area of its silage.

Her gown flowed elegantly about her silhouette, long sleeved, V necked, with a slit down the middle of her skirt, all in black. As she stood, the atmosphere seemed to feel almost electral, and she could swore, maybe, just maybe her heartbeat skipped a thump or two. Did she fancy this stranger? Who knew but first impressions are always crucial, and he was off to a decent start.

She could always be standing by someone less agreeable, she mused humorously.

| [member="Cyrus Zambrano"] |
 
Cyrus had to suffer a traffic heavy trip from his loft to the theater. This made his mood quite sour. Which wasn't good for anyone.

A lone finger of Cyrus tapped his armrest viciously. The thought of having an enjoyable time at the theater was all tat kept Cyrus from going on a spree. He managed to keep his cool all the way to the theater.

As he took his initial steps from his transport, he feigned a smile to those who made eye contact with him. He straightened out his suit and made his way inside the lobby
He grabbed himself a glass of some elegant looking like green drink. In almost an instant, he downed the beverage. It had a dry taste hidden behind a fruity flavor.

A chill ran up the spine of the young Zambrano as footsteps approached. His breathing slowed as he singled out this one being near him. He did not look at her. The force gave him all the information he needed about her. She fancied him. That much was clear. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. He made the first move.

"Good evening."

[member="Velda Nar-Donna"]
 

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