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starlogs2017-03-11 04:15 pm
ex_forcechoke292) wrote in starlogs2017-03-11 04:15 pm
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[open;] the first rule of fight club is...
WHO: Anakin Skywalker (forcechoke) and YOU?
WHERE: Various districts on Bajikan.
WHEN: Various points during the Fleet's stop on Bajikan.
WHAT:Shenanakins. (I had to, I'm not sorry.) Inspecting the various districts and what they have to offer. Sleeping? Alley fights? Bragging rights? The possibilities are endless.
WARNINGS: Potential warning for violence, maybe. Will update this if necessary.
AVARITA
[Initially the idea of wealth and luxury and everything that comes with it had been a turn-off. Utterly boring and useless beside, what use did he have for this? He had even almost surrendered his access token--possession is forbidden--but ultimately curiosity won out above personal offense.
Wandering has done nothing for his distaste. In fact, the longer he does so, the worse that distaste becomes: what had begun as a simple eye roll inducing offer has turned into the occasional (and very audible) scoff. But it is no longer borne of a passionate misunderstanding of how useless everything here is, from the insubstative plant life (honestly, how do people live on these plants?) to the overt opulence that would put the wealthiest parts of the Republic Senate to shame, but instead an innate hypocrisy of need.
In Avarita, Anakin can be found haggling over the counter of a jewelry store. Whatever piece of gaudy horror is being brought out is not good enough: one necklace may not take the light right, a ring with an overwrought setting just isn't the right cut, and on it goes. And on it will go, unless he's stopped.]
ACEDIA
[To the casual onlooker, Anakin may look like he has plenty under control. He takes pains to manage this, to take those emotions he isn't supposed to display--those weaknesses--and shove them under a rug so no one, not even him, has to deal with their existence. Until, of course, those weaknesses cannot be ignored. His issues with sleep are well documented by the small handful of people close enough to know they exist: he is either plagued with dreams until he doesn't sleep at all, or he sleeps too soundly for the lack of it otherwise. The idea of a district that could help with this seems nothing short of a miracle.
It may be too good to be true, but he has to try anyway. The air feels warm--a difference from the cloying heat he all too often associates it with--and even that initial doubt fades the longer he meanders. Here in Acedia, he can be found either trying to barter for Tiny Kropush, or awkwardly stumbling intoa den of iniquity an opium den. (Whoops?)]
IRA
[He's getting his ass kicked. It's the most succinct way to put how this "fair" fight in one of Ira's back alleys is going. His lightsaber is still clipped to his belt, this brawl having develoved from a poorly timed "Your Mother!" joke that he'd felt absolutely no need to suffer to fists within barely the span of a blink. All he can feel is the hammer of his heart straining against its confines and the rush of adrenaline urging the fight on.
He loves it.
But for as much relish as he seems to get out of this newly instigated fight club (honestly don't talk about it), all he can see is the wash of red his vision becomes as he realizes he hates this unfortunate idiot who had simply decided class was not decorum to be exercised. So if someone wants to join the fight (or stop it,but who wants to do that?), he's as like to swing a punch at whoever is in the vicinity.]
SUPERBIA
[It is the feeling of failure that drives him to Superbia. Whether inspired just by the rest of Bajikan, or (more likely) by a history of internalizing every errant piece of criticism as a personal offense and grievous failure, he isn't admitting to himself. He certainly won't say aloud that he's wrong and looking to find a way to fix it. But the idea of perfection is not even wholly in disagreement with the Code he's meant to live by: a Jedi constantly seeks ways to better themselves.
It starts as naively. A trip to the gym is normal, and calming for a time. Routine movements offer some form of clarification, and he becomes talkative enough (apologies to anyone in the vicinity). Or is that code for insufferable bragging?
If not found at the gym, he can be found rather confidently wandering the district until those judgmental (and even partially amused) glances fall on you.]
forcechoke) and YOU?WHERE: Various districts on Bajikan.
WHEN: Various points during the Fleet's stop on Bajikan.
WHAT:
WARNINGS: Potential warning for violence, maybe. Will update this if necessary.
AVARITA
[Initially the idea of wealth and luxury and everything that comes with it had been a turn-off. Utterly boring and useless beside, what use did he have for this? He had even almost surrendered his access token--possession is forbidden--but ultimately curiosity won out above personal offense.
Wandering has done nothing for his distaste. In fact, the longer he does so, the worse that distaste becomes: what had begun as a simple eye roll inducing offer has turned into the occasional (and very audible) scoff. But it is no longer borne of a passionate misunderstanding of how useless everything here is, from the insubstative plant life (honestly, how do people live on these plants?) to the overt opulence that would put the wealthiest parts of the Republic Senate to shame, but instead an innate hypocrisy of need.
In Avarita, Anakin can be found haggling over the counter of a jewelry store. Whatever piece of gaudy horror is being brought out is not good enough: one necklace may not take the light right, a ring with an overwrought setting just isn't the right cut, and on it goes. And on it will go, unless he's stopped.]
ACEDIA
[To the casual onlooker, Anakin may look like he has plenty under control. He takes pains to manage this, to take those emotions he isn't supposed to display--those weaknesses--and shove them under a rug so no one, not even him, has to deal with their existence. Until, of course, those weaknesses cannot be ignored. His issues with sleep are well documented by the small handful of people close enough to know they exist: he is either plagued with dreams until he doesn't sleep at all, or he sleeps too soundly for the lack of it otherwise. The idea of a district that could help with this seems nothing short of a miracle.
It may be too good to be true, but he has to try anyway. The air feels warm--a difference from the cloying heat he all too often associates it with--and even that initial doubt fades the longer he meanders. Here in Acedia, he can be found either trying to barter for Tiny Kropush, or awkwardly stumbling into
IRA
[He's getting his ass kicked. It's the most succinct way to put how this "fair" fight in one of Ira's back alleys is going. His lightsaber is still clipped to his belt, this brawl having develoved from a poorly timed "Your Mother!" joke that he'd felt absolutely no need to suffer to fists within barely the span of a blink. All he can feel is the hammer of his heart straining against its confines and the rush of adrenaline urging the fight on.
He loves it.
But for as much relish as he seems to get out of this newly instigated fight club (honestly don't talk about it), all he can see is the wash of red his vision becomes as he realizes he hates this unfortunate idiot who had simply decided class was not decorum to be exercised. So if someone wants to join the fight (or stop it,
SUPERBIA
[It is the feeling of failure that drives him to Superbia. Whether inspired just by the rest of Bajikan, or (more likely) by a history of internalizing every errant piece of criticism as a personal offense and grievous failure, he isn't admitting to himself. He certainly won't say aloud that he's wrong and looking to find a way to fix it. But the idea of perfection is not even wholly in disagreement with the Code he's meant to live by: a Jedi constantly seeks ways to better themselves.
It starts as naively. A trip to the gym is normal, and calming for a time. Routine movements offer some form of clarification, and he becomes talkative enough (apologies to anyone in the vicinity). Or is that code for insufferable bragging?
If not found at the gym, he can be found rather confidently wandering the district until those judgmental (and even partially amused) glances fall on you.]
no subject
[That private smile, as her attention is now on the items that the vendor has before them. They have only been allowed to be wed in the privacy of her apartments. Sometimes, perhaps, a stolen moment here or there, when they believe no one to be looking, but their relationship has never been truly open.
Her brown eyes skim across them They are bright and expensive, but none of them are right. No, the one needs to be perfect.]
Maybe he can't help us. Maybe we need to find someone who can.
[A seemingly casual glance given to the vendor again.]
no subject
[He's hardly paying attention to the clerk at all anymore, and anyone who stumbled on them now would surely get the correct (read: wrong, if according only to their ineffective excuses) impression of the situation. He's turned with that ridiculous sort of reverence he usually reserves for all too rare private occasions on Naboo--her apartment is enough of course, but never quite the same. She is right, of course. None of what they've seen, and nothing he's seen to this point before she happened to walk in like the angelic miracle she is, is suitable.
She deserves the world. A world. At the very least. A galaxy if he could manage as much. How does one convey that with jewelry?]
It should definitely be something...celestial. [Closer, if no longer remotely subtle. He turns back to the tired vendor with a dopey sort of smirk.] Do you have something like that?
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[It is her own private smile that adorns her lips, one that speaks of more than simply a Senator and a General meeting to discuss politics. Then again, Anakin's face likely would have been completely different if they had been talking about that. While it is something that Padmé enjoys, her own expression would have mirrored his had he started talking about engines or droids, given that it would only be a polite interest.
Her head cocks slightly, eyes catching his own, and oh how she is glad to see him. That feeling swells within her, grows, blooms. Her own laugh comes, an echo of days before the war started, but it is still one of happiness regardless.]
Angelic?
[Yet she shakes her head time and time again, before giving a sigh, which is not Padmé at all.]
There's nothing, Ani.
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And he's never been so happy to be so disadvantaged. He would give anything for this. For her. Fate, he's positive, has dictated they be--why else would the Force have drawn them together so closely and intertwined their lives so inextricably, if this was all damnable and wrong?]
Always that.
[He gives her a soft laugh. Damn right, she's celestial. And she's right: nothing here even comes close to describing that complication. With a frown, turns to echo that exasperation as the clerk finally comes up empty handed; they've been through everything.]
Not here. [Ugh.] Should we try somewhere less hopeless?
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You may yet make a politician, General.
[That sly hint to her voice, knowing how he would likely rather prance around in her robes and play in sand than to be one. Yet a pout does come as she gives one last glance. Want, want, want. It thrums through her veins, and what she wants, he clearly doesn't have.]
It's not fair.
[A whine in her voice as she lets a breath out.]
The next place better be better.
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I would much rather leave those machinations to the experts, Senator.
[It sounds far too much like a pet name to be proper address, but he doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he simply leads them both toward the door, well aware of how it nags at him that he should just buy everything before they moved on, even if he's also aware of how much he's despised all of it. He inhales heavily before opening the door.
No. No, none of it was good enough. She's right. The next one will be better.]
How about you choose this time? You have a better eye for these things.
[Which is not exactly a lie: he associates finery in all its forms with Padmé, at least when it's beautiful and not horrifyingly garish like all of this had been. That association he reserves for her colleagues who take less of an interest in their people and more in how to use their jobs for benefit. It's a fine line. He knows what he likes to look at, but she knows much better how to put it all together.]
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I'm certain that those experts are thankful, General.
[Her own lilt over that particular word, still looking as she passes out the door, and while there are fleeting moments of want and desire, it just isn't enough. No, something bigger, grander, fancier. The best of the best, and only that will do.]
Let's try this way.
[Moving to tug at his sleeve, slightly impatiently, as she spots a bigger store that screams expensive. There has to be something there, doesn't there? Her own steps do quicken, focus solely on the items displayed in the window, and she's looking and looking, letting those brown eyes scan over what is shown there.]
It might be promising.