The Forecaster
The Reborn
Forecaster made her way through the crowd, her head low. She was trying to unwind. It was moments like these that she learned just how alone she was in the galaxy. Few friends and no one to call her own. She always disregarded it though. Why would you need friends when chaos always remains? It was always her way; to look at things from the logical and scientific standpoint rather then the social and otherwise "common" view.
Eying the upcoming bar she sighed with relief. Drowning herself in whiskey was always a great thing. Walking into the crowded bar she made her way to the counter. Ordering an entire bottle of whiskey she grabbed a glass, along with the bottle, and made her way to the corner booth. A place that was darker then the rest. Siting she examined the place. Coruscant was known for idiots in places like this. Though tonight she didn't care much. Slowly she started drinking. She hoped someone would walk in and help change her current ways. Though she doubted this would happen.
@[member="Belle Morte"]
Eying the upcoming bar she sighed with relief. Drowning herself in whiskey was always a great thing. Walking into the crowded bar she made her way to the counter. Ordering an entire bottle of whiskey she grabbed a glass, along with the bottle, and made her way to the corner booth. A place that was darker then the rest. Siting she examined the place. Coruscant was known for idiots in places like this. Though tonight she didn't care much. Slowly she started drinking. She hoped someone would walk in and help change her current ways. Though she doubted this would happen.
@[member="Belle Morte"]