Kat Decoria
Lost Soul
Location: Coruscant - Club scene
Outfit: Dress
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Aiden Porte
It had been a tough week of dealing with training, honing her skills and attempting to get back into the swing of fighting again. She was attempting to be ready to take on a Padawan, she needed to be able to teach combat and fighting abilities. Kat's innate combat abilities meant that while she was rusty, she was still highly skilled while rusty. It didn't help that her sleep was limited currently, whenever she tried sleeping, nightmares would plague her. Faces from those that she lost, from the battles she fought and from the idea she was not truly worthy of love. While she had been focused on finding herself and ensuring that she was balanced before a woman came into her life, Kat couldn't deny that she was missing the comforts of being with someone. Having a connection that could only be shared with that person.
So, with a week like that, heading out for a few drinks, dance the night away and maybe even finding a woman to take back to her rented apartment. It all sounded too good, too tempting that she could not refuse. However, when she arrived at the first club, she was drinking. Just drinking, soaking in the mood of the club and getting lost in the noise but the beat did not drag her away from the bar. She couldn't find interest beyond getting the next drink. Swearing that after she finished that one then she would check out the dancefloor and see who was around to interest her. Sighing deeply, she was going to feel sorry for whatever Padawan was chosen to be hers to train. She didn't know how to get out of this spiral she was in, before she would contact her friends, family but everyone was moving on with their lives and she didn't want to disturb them.
Sighing, Kat raised her hand and ordered another drink.
Outfit: Dress
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It had been a tough week of dealing with training, honing her skills and attempting to get back into the swing of fighting again. She was attempting to be ready to take on a Padawan, she needed to be able to teach combat and fighting abilities. Kat's innate combat abilities meant that while she was rusty, she was still highly skilled while rusty. It didn't help that her sleep was limited currently, whenever she tried sleeping, nightmares would plague her. Faces from those that she lost, from the battles she fought and from the idea she was not truly worthy of love. While she had been focused on finding herself and ensuring that she was balanced before a woman came into her life, Kat couldn't deny that she was missing the comforts of being with someone. Having a connection that could only be shared with that person.
So, with a week like that, heading out for a few drinks, dance the night away and maybe even finding a woman to take back to her rented apartment. It all sounded too good, too tempting that she could not refuse. However, when she arrived at the first club, she was drinking. Just drinking, soaking in the mood of the club and getting lost in the noise but the beat did not drag her away from the bar. She couldn't find interest beyond getting the next drink. Swearing that after she finished that one then she would check out the dancefloor and see who was around to interest her. Sighing deeply, she was going to feel sorry for whatever Padawan was chosen to be hers to train. She didn't know how to get out of this spiral she was in, before she would contact her friends, family but everyone was moving on with their lives and she didn't want to disturb them.
Sighing, Kat raised her hand and ordered another drink.