Post 2
3/8/07
Post 2 (http://community.livejournal.com/outsideinn/722.html)
When you're looking for a place to hide from your abusive, alcoholic mother, an inn that exists outside of reality is a Godsend.
The girl who just stumbled into the Inn, disheveled, dirty, scared and smelling of beer, looks nothing short of relieved when she realizes where she is.
It's a rough life outside the Inn.
Cast: Faith Lehane, Anakin Skywalker, Biggs Darklighter
The man behind the desk looks up from what he's reading. "You look like you need a bath." No one said he wasn't blunt.
"Yeah, among other things." Faith looks around, and lo and behold, there are finger marks on her throat. "Food. Would be really nice."
Biggs stares at her for a long moment, and while he stares, food appears on the desk in front of him. Whatever she was thinking of. "Kriffit, there it goes again. Things keep just appearing."
Ever seen a hyena fall upon a carcass, Biggs? It probably looks a lot like Faith eating a steak and fries. She looks a lot happier when her stomach's being filled.
Biggs laughs gently, then leans back in his seat, putting his feet on a shelf underneath the desk. He's more than happy to give her all the time she needs.
Food is consumed! When there isn't any left, she tilts her head to the side, eyeing Biggs. "So what's the deal with this place, anyway?"
"I have no kriffing clue. I just appeared here with a note telling me that it's the Outside Inn, and that I now run the place." He shrugs. "Things just keep appearing."
"........." The look on Faith's face means she thinks Biggs is on something.
"I swear. It just happens." Biggs throws his hands up. "I didn't believe it either."
Faith eyes the place where the food was, then shrugs and nods acceptance. "Okay. That's weird, but...okay." It's not home. She can deal.
"I can handle weird." Biggs shrugs and holds out a hand. "Biggs Darklighter."
"So can I." She takes his hand, shaking it surprisingly firmly for a kid of her age. "Faith Lehane."
"Nice to meet you." He blinks a bit at the handshake, but shrugs it off. "So, where're you from?"
"South Boston." Faith doesn't quite get yet how unhelpful that's going to be to him.
"And, er, where's that?" Biggs blinks. "Oh, is that on that Earth-planet?"
"....yeah. Earth." Faith stares at him. "You're...not from....Earth?"
"Nope. 'M from a desert planet called Tatooine. Don't think you've probably heard of it."
Oddly enough, Faith hasn't. She's a comic geek. Star Wars isn't her thing. "No, I haven't."
"Well, then. It's stupid. And boring. Best to get off of when you can."
"Right. Don't go to Tattoine, and if I have to, don't stay. Got it."
"Exactly!" Now there's a trademark Darklighter grin.
***
Anakin turns at the noise. The girl obviously needs help. She's got the look some of his friends had. And some of the people he's seen as a Jedi. "You need help?"
Faith looks at him, blinking, and shakes her head. "...no. No, I don't...what is this place?"
"No kriffing clue." Anakin studies her. "You sure? I'm a Jedi. I can protect you."
"...you're a -what-?" Faith shakes her head, shrugging. "Never mind, it doesn't matter....I'm fine. Just confused."
"Ok, but if you need anything..." Anakin thinks she needs a blanket. A blanket appears. "I hate it when it does that." He hands Faith the blanket.
"...thanks." Faith accepts the blankey, eyeing it. "That's kinda freaky."
"Yeah. Even I can't do that." Anakin is weirded out by something more powerful and stranger than the Force.
"Beats home, though."
"I guess. I've got people back there that I miss." Padme's always in his thoughts.
"I've got people that...never miss me when she throws her empty beer bottles at me."
Anakin cursed. "Watto used to do that. Lucky for me, he had bad aim."
"My mother's pretty good at it."
"I would love to pay her a visit." Jedi have a very... interesting effect on people.
Faith smiles. "Wouldn't say no to that."
Anakin's smile is knife-edged. "If we can get out of this place."
"If I decide I want to." Faith shrugs. "Like I said. It beats home."
"Then have fun. I want to get home. Obi-Wan will kill me if I'm late for the briefing tomorrow."
"Wish you luck with that, then."
***
"So, tell me about where you're from."
Faith shrugs. "South Boston. Bad part of town. Drugs, booze, you name it."
"Huh. That sounds like one hell of a lot of fun to me."
"Yeah, well, mostly the drugs and alcohol go into my mother, and that's not so much fun for me."
"Oh. That kind of shavit." Biggs makes a face. "Now that's not good at all."
"Yeah. No kidding."
Biggs sighs. "Stay here for a while. Get away from her."
"Gladly," Faith agrees. "I mean, maybe not forever, but...yeah."
Biggs grins. A key appears on the desk in front of him. "Huh. I guess you have a room then."
Faith blinks at the key, then smiles. "Five by five." This is a good thing! Really!
Biggs smiles as well. "Hell if I know how it really works around here, but hey. I'm not complaining."
Post 2 (http://community.livejournal.com/outsideinn/722.html)
When you're looking for a place to hide from your abusive, alcoholic mother, an inn that exists outside of reality is a Godsend.
The girl who just stumbled into the Inn, disheveled, dirty, scared and smelling of beer, looks nothing short of relieved when she realizes where she is.
It's a rough life outside the Inn.
Cast: Faith Lehane, Anakin Skywalker, Biggs Darklighter
The man behind the desk looks up from what he's reading. "You look like you need a bath." No one said he wasn't blunt.
"Yeah, among other things." Faith looks around, and lo and behold, there are finger marks on her throat. "Food. Would be really nice."
Biggs stares at her for a long moment, and while he stares, food appears on the desk in front of him. Whatever she was thinking of. "Kriffit, there it goes again. Things keep just appearing."
Ever seen a hyena fall upon a carcass, Biggs? It probably looks a lot like Faith eating a steak and fries. She looks a lot happier when her stomach's being filled.
Biggs laughs gently, then leans back in his seat, putting his feet on a shelf underneath the desk. He's more than happy to give her all the time she needs.
Food is consumed! When there isn't any left, she tilts her head to the side, eyeing Biggs. "So what's the deal with this place, anyway?"
"I have no kriffing clue. I just appeared here with a note telling me that it's the Outside Inn, and that I now run the place." He shrugs. "Things just keep appearing."
"........." The look on Faith's face means she thinks Biggs is on something.
"I swear. It just happens." Biggs throws his hands up. "I didn't believe it either."
Faith eyes the place where the food was, then shrugs and nods acceptance. "Okay. That's weird, but...okay." It's not home. She can deal.
"I can handle weird." Biggs shrugs and holds out a hand. "Biggs Darklighter."
"So can I." She takes his hand, shaking it surprisingly firmly for a kid of her age. "Faith Lehane."
"Nice to meet you." He blinks a bit at the handshake, but shrugs it off. "So, where're you from?"
"South Boston." Faith doesn't quite get yet how unhelpful that's going to be to him.
"And, er, where's that?" Biggs blinks. "Oh, is that on that Earth-planet?"
"....yeah. Earth." Faith stares at him. "You're...not from....Earth?"
"Nope. 'M from a desert planet called Tatooine. Don't think you've probably heard of it."
Oddly enough, Faith hasn't. She's a comic geek. Star Wars isn't her thing. "No, I haven't."
"Well, then. It's stupid. And boring. Best to get off of when you can."
"Right. Don't go to Tattoine, and if I have to, don't stay. Got it."
"Exactly!" Now there's a trademark Darklighter grin.
***
Anakin turns at the noise. The girl obviously needs help. She's got the look some of his friends had. And some of the people he's seen as a Jedi. "You need help?"
Faith looks at him, blinking, and shakes her head. "...no. No, I don't...what is this place?"
"No kriffing clue." Anakin studies her. "You sure? I'm a Jedi. I can protect you."
"...you're a -what-?" Faith shakes her head, shrugging. "Never mind, it doesn't matter....I'm fine. Just confused."
"Ok, but if you need anything..." Anakin thinks she needs a blanket. A blanket appears. "I hate it when it does that." He hands Faith the blanket.
"...thanks." Faith accepts the blankey, eyeing it. "That's kinda freaky."
"Yeah. Even I can't do that." Anakin is weirded out by something more powerful and stranger than the Force.
"Beats home, though."
"I guess. I've got people back there that I miss." Padme's always in his thoughts.
"I've got people that...never miss me when she throws her empty beer bottles at me."
Anakin cursed. "Watto used to do that. Lucky for me, he had bad aim."
"My mother's pretty good at it."
"I would love to pay her a visit." Jedi have a very... interesting effect on people.
Faith smiles. "Wouldn't say no to that."
Anakin's smile is knife-edged. "If we can get out of this place."
"If I decide I want to." Faith shrugs. "Like I said. It beats home."
"Then have fun. I want to get home. Obi-Wan will kill me if I'm late for the briefing tomorrow."
"Wish you luck with that, then."
***
"So, tell me about where you're from."
Faith shrugs. "South Boston. Bad part of town. Drugs, booze, you name it."
"Huh. That sounds like one hell of a lot of fun to me."
"Yeah, well, mostly the drugs and alcohol go into my mother, and that's not so much fun for me."
"Oh. That kind of shavit." Biggs makes a face. "Now that's not good at all."
"Yeah. No kidding."
Biggs sighs. "Stay here for a while. Get away from her."
"Gladly," Faith agrees. "I mean, maybe not forever, but...yeah."
Biggs grins. A key appears on the desk in front of him. "Huh. I guess you have a room then."
Faith blinks at the key, then smiles. "Five by five." This is a good thing! Really!
Biggs smiles as well. "Hell if I know how it really works around here, but hey. I'm not complaining."