Arla Ordo
Mandalorian Redhead
Arla stood with her face towards the horizon, the winds swept across the open desert removing any sign that anyone or thing had come this way. If someone wished they could be lost to the eye forever on the sands of Tatooine Arla was beginning to feel that way. To be lost among the sands of time to be forgotten by no one except the man who let her stay in a closet. But even then how long would he miss her, if at all. He would surely sell the armor and make a joke of just how he got it.
Was it her mother's did it belong to her? Was she dead? The same nagging questions entered her mind again and again, and no amount of of wringing her hands, and holding her head would bring her the answers. Arla was forgotten.
C6PO had tried his best to give her something of her heritage. He explained multiple times the ways of the Mandalorian, but what was it to her if she had no one to share it. She couldn't very well keep sharing it with the droid.
Arla kneeled down to look over the edge of the canyon walls. The shape of the canyon had changed very little, a few rock slides altered the paths but the canyon remained. She rubbed her face hard with her right hand trying to wipe away the thoughts, it was almost time for work. Time to climb behind the cantina bar smile, pretend to listen and serve the patrons, scum, criminals, and whatever else managed to slither in the door.
The tattoo of the mythosaur on her shoulder seemed to keep most away, but there were a few that pushed her comfort zone. They made her laugh with their promises, and hints of what they could do for her. Pfft, they did not offer her the one thing she really wanted, information.
It would take time on the swoop to get back. She hated to leave this was the one place she could really think.
THE WANDERING JAWA
Arla was behind the bar, the night had begun and so had the fights. Four so far no deaths, no disintegrations, just blood and broken bones. A good night. She smiled the rodian was making his play again. Reelo reached for her hand to emphasize his seriousness, Arla stared at his hand her gaze slowly moving up to his face.
"You have to the count of two to remove your hand or I'll climb across this bar and make it so that are no little Reelo's ever in the galaxy" Her brown eyes connected with his large red orbs, her face had lost all emotion. Arla was ready her body tense as spring to jump the bar, those around them waited to see what happen. Who would break first.
@[member="Arrbi Betna"]
Was it her mother's did it belong to her? Was she dead? The same nagging questions entered her mind again and again, and no amount of of wringing her hands, and holding her head would bring her the answers. Arla was forgotten.
C6PO had tried his best to give her something of her heritage. He explained multiple times the ways of the Mandalorian, but what was it to her if she had no one to share it. She couldn't very well keep sharing it with the droid.
Arla kneeled down to look over the edge of the canyon walls. The shape of the canyon had changed very little, a few rock slides altered the paths but the canyon remained. She rubbed her face hard with her right hand trying to wipe away the thoughts, it was almost time for work. Time to climb behind the cantina bar smile, pretend to listen and serve the patrons, scum, criminals, and whatever else managed to slither in the door.
The tattoo of the mythosaur on her shoulder seemed to keep most away, but there were a few that pushed her comfort zone. They made her laugh with their promises, and hints of what they could do for her. Pfft, they did not offer her the one thing she really wanted, information.
It would take time on the swoop to get back. She hated to leave this was the one place she could really think.
THE WANDERING JAWA
Arla was behind the bar, the night had begun and so had the fights. Four so far no deaths, no disintegrations, just blood and broken bones. A good night. She smiled the rodian was making his play again. Reelo reached for her hand to emphasize his seriousness, Arla stared at his hand her gaze slowly moving up to his face.
"You have to the count of two to remove your hand or I'll climb across this bar and make it so that are no little Reelo's ever in the galaxy" Her brown eyes connected with his large red orbs, her face had lost all emotion. Arla was ready her body tense as spring to jump the bar, those around them waited to see what happen. Who would break first.
@[member="Arrbi Betna"]