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A L E M A V R E I

Tag: TBD
Location: Corellia, Coronet city, slums
Time: 20:17 PM (approx. 5 hours till midnight)
''Hmph... Months here and still no job. It has been months, right?'' The thoughts reiterated in her mind as she paced towards the nearest alley, taking giant yet light-weight and graceful steps despite her rather timid size. Yet upon performing these actions, it was only a stinging pain that began to become more prominent in her body. Slowly intensifying with every swift step that she made. Alongside the physical consequences of her sprint, her breathing pattern turned irregular and shaky, nearly comparable to the panting of a shivering Voorpak. The Twi'lek would glance one more time towards the market street, she had just come from, before returning her vision to that of the alley. There were a few things that could work in her advantage: crates and at the end there was a fence. Yet, it was best to not take any risks and thus she looked at both sides of the alley. At these sides, there were a handful of crates, some stacked while others were placed before them. Alema heaved a sigh before, without any remorse, ducking towards the ones on the right. A rough landing was all that followed, but it was better than having to pay that 'person' with the last credits she had. Alema hadn't expected the Chagrian to be this quick, yet it was possibly the crowd and her size that worked as an advantage, for once...
A small grin appeared on the pink Twi'lek's face as she began to move the capuchon over her lekku, covering most of her face with a gloomy shadow. Minutes would pass, where she would wait for the chaos in the street to be over, and when it felt right. Alema rose to her feet again, taking a stroll back towards the main street. She took two steps, to enter the lane of people that wandered on the right side of the street. On the left, several merchants could be heard chanting and yelling while on the right, most of them began to close their business because the night arrived. It was a very separated piece of the city, but that was this planet in general. Life on Corellia was... different from what Alema had expected, it was always seen as the 'wealthy metropolis'. But those were the words of her uncle, and like all of his supervisors/commissioners knew: Evyn's words were often way more promising and dramatized to a certain level. And... not to be trusted. The last words of that sentence were the things Alema struggled with, she had expected life to be way better around these parts. Exciting, full of adventure, yet all she has done was live of the little bits of credit that she received from stealing items then selling them. ''Kriff...''
Without even noticing the simple and faint grin had disappeared, overshadowed by her regret and sadness. Yet... there was hope for a better living, she just needed to find the right commissioner and prove that she's the excellent person to hire. That is all there is to do, right?