Private Strange and Unusual

[Persephone Dashiell]

CORUSCANT HOLOPLEX

Voli Cholrass
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If there was one good thing to come out of Myra Arceneau Dashiell being pregnant, besides her little sister of course, was the fact her guardians felt absolutely guilty. Which meant certain perks for her ; increased allowance, a longer curfew, and slightly more freedoms. Of course, she had to keep a bodyguard droid with her for said freedoms, but it could be worse.

As a result of her increased freedom, Persie decided a weekend trip to Coruscant had been order. A little shopping and taking in the sights. Many businesses had rebuilt, including the bakery herself and Corazona von Ascania adored, Butter + Batter. Of course, according to her guardians, the danger wasn't quite gone. The Dark Empire posed a threat and was now also a huge threat to businesses, threatening to jail corporation owners. The Dashiell family was giving that area wide berth.

Walking out of her screening room, Persephone had just finished watching Guardians : Age of Consequence , a blockbuster superhero franchise that had swept the galaxy. Her beverage cup in hand, she got in line to grab a refill. Yet something was curious about the girl behind the counter. Raven haired with a distinct goth style. Persephone could never pull off such a look but the teenager working behind the counter looked effortlessly cool.

And familiar.

If her eyes weren't deceiving her, the teenager was famous on ZikZok for writing a blog. Yet Persie had to play to cool. Carefully, she took out her datapad with one hand, scrolling through the HoloNet to the blog, pulling up a holoimage to compare as she crept closer in the concessions line.

 

[Voli Cholrass]

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"That'll be 150 credits."

As soon as they paid up, Voli handed the couple their food: an extra-large butter Popcorn, two Hot Dogs, and extra-large sodas. It was big night for Wicked Theater. There was a long line in wait for the hotly anticipated holomovie that's currently: The Attack of the Headless Wookie. Voli was convinced it was going to bomb, already the premise was stupid: A Jedi Wookie who got decapitated by his Clone Unit on the eve of Order 66 rose back from the dead and is attacking anyone in sight. It was cheesy harkening back to the 600s horror holomovie style. Where over the top theatrics were played in favor of bloody, gory holomovies that Voli was a fan of.

Besides, the writer and director: Erik Losson was a hack writer known to implement "swerves" in his holomovies without rhyme or reason. Voli harkened his writing style It was like ordering a Pizza but the Pizza delivery guy gives you a ham sandwich. Sure it wasn't what you paid for BUT AT LEAST YOU WERE SHOCKED. As much as Voli hated those kinds of holomovies, it was because they were backed by big directors like Erik it convinced studios to create the darker Holomovies that Voli craved for. Ones that were about the occult, sacrifice, and filled to the brim with brutality.

"I need to make a rant on my blog when I get home," Voli thought. "Why hack directors should stay the hell away from horror films. Working title of course."

Working the night shift after school was always a killer but at least with a major release, Voli gets paid extra and besides it'll be the weekend tomorrow. It'll be nice to shop around the dark web with extra funds. "Next!" Voli said bored out of her mind before she sensed something coming closer to her. The young woman looked down and saw a girl pulling a holoimage staring directly at her. Voli bristled feeling a uncomfortable with the experience. "Are you here to order?" Voli asked.

Persephone Dashiell