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Post by Absolon on Nov 22, 2005 14:20:19 GMT -5
Girl? That's funny."Kaida Shanye. Should I call you Mr. Morannin."
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 23, 2005 0:18:33 GMT -5
"You can call me Chevrast. Or Chev. Either way's the same. Pleased to meet you, Miss Kaida Shanye." He stuck out his hand, which had been the one propping him against the wall, and was incredibly proud of himself when he didn't tip over.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Nov 26, 2005 11:13:51 GMT -5
((Absolon, I think we should wait before we post next, cause Tiana's in here to, and any fight that occurs shall affect her character.))
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Post by Absolon on Nov 26, 2005 12:30:58 GMT -5
She took his hand, it was much bigger than hers, and shook it. "Well, maybe we should look for some pants." Kaida had wanted to go, but now she realized that she wanted to help Chevrast, and she wanted to not be alone. Shettai was great, but it was nice to talk to someone who responded with words, not just feelings and vague impressions.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 26, 2005 12:47:36 GMT -5
Ah, yes. The pants...
Being... the sarcastic person that he was, he was about to state that he couldn't rightfully go walking about the streets of Corellia in what he was wearing at that precise moment, but he managed to bite his tongue. The girl - Kaida, he corrected himself - was doing all she could to help him, a man she didn't know. The least he could do was think for himself.
"I suppose I could cut the leg off of these and wear them until I can find some other ones." He held his old mangled pants at arm-length, examining them sorrowfully. His eyes left the pants and wandered around the room. "I wonder if there's something here I can use for a crutch."
He called his lightsaber to his hand via the Force, and ignited it. With a flick of his wrist, he slit the fabric of the old material about where he thought the bandage ended. The remaining fabric fell to the floor, and the lightsaber fizzed to darkness. "I suppose that'll do it."
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Post by Absolon on Nov 26, 2005 13:01:08 GMT -5
After getting over seeing Chevrast use his lightsaber to cut his pants, Kaida went to the door, saying "I'll check at the nurse's station down the hall for some type of crutch or something." So out she slipped, and found the station empty of sentient life forms. There were some lockers, the first one she opened had cleaning supplies, the next one she found a crutch that had a handle at the middle and arm band. So, taking it out, and trying to look like she was doing exactly what she was supposed to, she made her way down the hall again and into Chevrast's room. "It's a little small right now, but I think you can adjust it," Kaida said, handing it to him.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 26, 2005 13:24:17 GMT -5
While she was gone, Chev had managed to pull the makeshift garment on over the bandage and get rid of the light white robe that the kind medics had gifted him with. The pants fit a little strangely, which he supposed couldn't be helped, and probably looked as weird as they felt. But that didn't really matter. His coat was long enough that it would cover them.
Kaida came back as he was sliding his slightly singed shirt over his head, a little slower than normal because of his ribs. He drew the long coat on over it, and debated how he was going to get his boots on. Before he had that figured out, he took the crutch and examined it. "That should definitely work."
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Post by Absolon on Nov 26, 2005 13:44:42 GMT -5
"So, should we go now? Do you have to check out or anything?" Kaida wasn't sure how hospitals worked, having never gone to one herself, she had been to scared that the orphanage would find her again. She had done ok without them, she didn't have any major scars yet.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 26, 2005 14:09:19 GMT -5
He shrugged. "I don't think they can really keep me here if I decide I want to leave." Chev clipped his lightsaber to a hook on the inside of his jacket and adjusted the make-shift crutch. "Well, that's as good as it's going to get. Shall we?"
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Post by Absolon on Nov 29, 2005 12:23:30 GMT -5
Kaida nodded. "Let's go." She opened the door for Chevrast and they walked down the hall.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Nov 30, 2005 2:07:45 GMT -5
((To clear up things... yes, things in the same place will effect other characters. BUT... there's no rules that say ANYTHING about having to post in any order. Sure, you might effect me, but there's no character 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 posting rule. You can post character 1, 3, 2, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 2... whatever. As long as things don't get too ahead, no one says you have to wait for someone to post. And besides, didn't I post on the last page. XD))
They used to say 'a disturbance in the Force'... The Jedi closed her eyes. (Jedi? Or was she even really accepting of that title any longer, as it hardly fit her to wear it.) Something seemed odd... smelt odd. Ones senses beyond sight so often do far more justice to the world. The very air seemed to taste as if something was brewing.
She tucked her fingers through light brown hair, brushing them back into a semi knot behind her head. Hair... hah... it never wanted to stay where it should've. If there even was such a term as should have for hair, because it seemed as if it had its own life so very often. Another Sensitive on planet? Or something else? Perhaps just a bar fight...
Fight, or naught, at any rate I should be here in case anything occurs. I suppose. But she hated being foggy, this dullened lack of her own usual sense of the now. Not so much prescience, though yes, that was strongly there too at times, but just a lack of the now. This was one of those moments where everything could go any way, depending on a choice or three.
Tiana felt uneasy.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Dec 1, 2005 19:39:53 GMT -5
((Alright, Chev and the quest for the pants shall continue. If I can figure out where to get pants.... «dies a painfully pants-less death» Oh, dearie. Where do you get pants? Heh. My plot revolves around pants... I AM PATHETIC! HEAR ME ROAR!!!))
After a few steps and a couple of near mishaps, the J3di discovered that walking with only one leg and a stick wasn't as bad as it was cracked up to be. And the sympathetic looks are nice... 'cept for that one. Force, ever seen anyone who crashed their ship and lived before. Sheesh.
He didn't say anything as he continued to hobble on down the longish hall, that probably wasn't as long as it seemed, but had been made longer by his short and wobbly steps. Though, for some odd and completely undecipherable reason, he felt like humming. That's odd. Maybe the drugs haven't completely worn off yet. I hate not being in total control of what I'm doing...
Something occured to him suddenly as they walked that he supposed should have occured to him earlier, and he was disturbed that it hadn't. He paused for a moment, unsure of whether he could talk and walk at the same time. Frustration... "Kaida..." he paused. Out with it, moron. Be the adult. "Do your parents know where you are?"
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Post by Absolon on Dec 2, 2005 9:59:27 GMT -5
Kaida stiffened up. If she had been talking to a random person, she might have taken off down the street.
What to do?
"They, um. They don't. They don't really care where I am." Which was probably true, since they had left Kaida when she was so small. They hadn't wanted her, so they just dumped her at the orphanage.
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Post by Absolon on Dec 2, 2005 10:01:52 GMT -5
Flare bared his teeth in a smile. "Come on, give me your best shot."
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Dec 3, 2005 0:47:44 GMT -5
"Alright."
He knew that was probably not what the small independent girl was waiting to hear, but he wasn't an incredibly predictable fellow, as fellows go. He sensed more behind her words than she had put into them, and thought he understood. She had found him on her own, pretty far away from civilization -- even today's parents didn't let their children wander at night alone. So, she didn't have parents, or they were the kind of parents that did their children a favor by ignoring them. He wondered for a moment what kind of parent Levana would think of him as when she was older, what kind of father he would be.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Dec 6, 2005 4:16:17 GMT -5
((The pants thing amuses me greatly. To the two of you threatening to fight; is intervention welcomed by my character if you get anywhere or not?))
Tiana narrowed her eyes. Bad feelings... But the once-Jedi wasn't certain exactly what was (or would) go on yet.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Dec 6, 2005 11:15:53 GMT -5
((Yes.)) Well, he asked for it. Kaden swung his fist hard at Flare's head. And missed. He just stared at it, thinking, That's not what usually happens.
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Post by Absolon on Dec 6, 2005 11:20:41 GMT -5
Trying to change the subject, Kaida said, "I know a clothing store near here, they probably have some pants." Even though she tried, she said the last word with a bit of a smile and a laugh.
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Post by Absolon on Dec 6, 2005 12:53:08 GMT -5
Flare ducked the big man's punch, then made two quick ones of his own. Stomach, the guy bent over, then jaw.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Dec 6, 2005 23:14:23 GMT -5
((Quick question... is it still night? Or has much time passed? I'm a bit lost... I'll pretend it's night.))
Taking note of the dodge from the current subject back to the problem at hand and filing it away for later, he let it slide. For the moment, at least. The pants took precedence. "That's very good... " Chev glanced downwards for a moment and pulled his singed coat tighter around himself with his free hand. "I feel like a bum."
They made it out of the hospital into the night air. It wasn't particularly cold, but there was a draft where his makeshift tailoring job gapped around his knee. "How far is this shop of yours? I'm feeling a bit of a draft..."
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