Gray Raxis
Blind and Broken
Gray woke up screaming inside his room on board his ship. He had had yet another of those weird dreams. That was the third one this week alone and they had just been getting more frequent each time he had one. He was feeling every high emotion of every single person he was getting around lately as well. He almost broke down when he got too close to a funeral the other day in fact. Then there were the annoying incidences. He had experienced it several times were he went to pick something up and it just seemed to get farther away from his hand. If that wasn't bad enough, there had been a few times he went to grab a hot drink and it seemed to fly towards him and spilled all over a very sensitive area of his body....
Gray had heard rumors of one of those force healers who could work miracles, and this one wasn't part of any particular order he was aware of. He had seen several doctors before about seeing what was wrong with him, but none of them found anything wrong with him physically or mentally. He needed help, and he needed it badly. He decided to arrange a meeting with this healer in a public area, a park if he remembered right, but he hadn't gotten any description of who to look for. He was just going to have to assume they would find him then.
Gray landed in the port of a small city on Sekalus, which was where the meeting place he was told about was located. He left Key in charge of the ship and left to the park. He was wearing his casual clothing, a gray shirt and pants with dark blue trim, a leather duster, and a pair of leather boots. As always, he had his blaster pistol strapped to his right leg. He found a bench in a nice, semi-secluded area of the park and sat down. He began to watch everyone that passed by idly, knowing that it would be fruitless to assume anyone might be the person. They would come to him after all.
Gray couldn't but feel the stress of the people who passed, and he had started to develop a headache already as the tension built up.
[member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Gray had heard rumors of one of those force healers who could work miracles, and this one wasn't part of any particular order he was aware of. He had seen several doctors before about seeing what was wrong with him, but none of them found anything wrong with him physically or mentally. He needed help, and he needed it badly. He decided to arrange a meeting with this healer in a public area, a park if he remembered right, but he hadn't gotten any description of who to look for. He was just going to have to assume they would find him then.
Gray landed in the port of a small city on Sekalus, which was where the meeting place he was told about was located. He left Key in charge of the ship and left to the park. He was wearing his casual clothing, a gray shirt and pants with dark blue trim, a leather duster, and a pair of leather boots. As always, he had his blaster pistol strapped to his right leg. He found a bench in a nice, semi-secluded area of the park and sat down. He began to watch everyone that passed by idly, knowing that it would be fruitless to assume anyone might be the person. They would come to him after all.
Gray couldn't but feel the stress of the people who passed, and he had started to develop a headache already as the tension built up.
[member="Sanya Val Lerium"]