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Arra Thatch
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//: Outfit //;
The Ersansyr took a bite of the riceball in her hand, stood admist the spaceport of Taris, a small scowl on her face. It barely looked any different to that day she had been here with the New Jedi order. That had perhaps been the day she should have realised she wasn't cut out to be a Jedi. When she refused to rise above the hatred she had for the Mandalorians at the time and refused to help the innocent and suffering. The irony that she ended up becoming one. Though perhaps it wasn't that ironic. She still felt some form of hatred towards the Mandalorians. She still hated herself. It just added all together.
Her gaze stared out at the others, watching those moving past the crowd. Citizens of the Empire. Her thoughts wandering onto if things would have been better if they had been a part of the Alliance or not. Things seemed to work for them either way. Adjusting her jacket, Reina tossed one of her spare riceballs off to a beggar on the street. It was better than throwing it away in the trash.
What was the point of her being here? What was the point in anything? She could have been off fishing. Doing something she enjoyed. Instead she was here, reminding herself of her failures. Of who she had wanted to try and be and who she couldn't be. Things would have been so much easier for her if she had just went off to get drunk but alas that wasn't what her kind of mindset.
Arra Thatch
//://: Outfit //;
The Ersansyr took a bite of the riceball in her hand, stood admist the spaceport of Taris, a small scowl on her face. It barely looked any different to that day she had been here with the New Jedi order. That had perhaps been the day she should have realised she wasn't cut out to be a Jedi. When she refused to rise above the hatred she had for the Mandalorians at the time and refused to help the innocent and suffering. The irony that she ended up becoming one. Though perhaps it wasn't that ironic. She still felt some form of hatred towards the Mandalorians. She still hated herself. It just added all together.
Her gaze stared out at the others, watching those moving past the crowd. Citizens of the Empire. Her thoughts wandering onto if things would have been better if they had been a part of the Alliance or not. Things seemed to work for them either way. Adjusting her jacket, Reina tossed one of her spare riceballs off to a beggar on the street. It was better than throwing it away in the trash.
What was the point of her being here? What was the point in anything? She could have been off fishing. Doing something she enjoyed. Instead she was here, reminding herself of her failures. Of who she had wanted to try and be and who she couldn't be. Things would have been so much easier for her if she had just went off to get drunk but alas that wasn't what her kind of mindset.