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Characters: Malik, OPEN
Location: random nightlife streets
Planet: Coruscant
When: Saturday evening
What: Malik goes out space exploring. Everything is hard and nothing is beautiful 8(
Rating: PG-13?
[It hadn't taken long for Malik to get annoyed with Altair's 'Force training,' better known as making things float and fly around when they had no right to. As fun as it was to berate Altair grumpily whenever he heard a crash the constant hum of energy was getting on Malik's nerves. Something in his soul rejected all this, this 'Force,' even though his mind and Creed forced him to accept it. It was with a heavy sigh that he escaped the apartment, heading out to do... something.
He found himself trying to memorize the streets for several hours more than he planned, the shift from day to nightlife putting his teeth on edge when it became apparent. Clubs and deep, booming music seemed to follow him wherever he went, along with the calls of women- or what he assumed were women, whatever species they were- as he passed stiffly and swiftly. He grinds his teeth as one offers a 'good time he'd never forget,' waving a tentacle at him as he passed.
There were times he wished the Creed were more literal. If nothing was true then this wasn't happening. He pauses, trying not to look as lost as he actually was. Mostly he comes out looking vaguely disgruntled.]
Location: random nightlife streets
Planet: Coruscant
When: Saturday evening
What: Malik goes out space exploring. Everything is hard and nothing is beautiful 8(
Rating: PG-13?
[It hadn't taken long for Malik to get annoyed with Altair's 'Force training,' better known as making things float and fly around when they had no right to. As fun as it was to berate Altair grumpily whenever he heard a crash the constant hum of energy was getting on Malik's nerves. Something in his soul rejected all this, this 'Force,' even though his mind and Creed forced him to accept it. It was with a heavy sigh that he escaped the apartment, heading out to do... something.
He found himself trying to memorize the streets for several hours more than he planned, the shift from day to nightlife putting his teeth on edge when it became apparent. Clubs and deep, booming music seemed to follow him wherever he went, along with the calls of women- or what he assumed were women, whatever species they were- as he passed stiffly and swiftly. He grinds his teeth as one offers a 'good time he'd never forget,' waving a tentacle at him as he passed.
There were times he wished the Creed were more literal. If nothing was true then this wasn't happening. He pauses, trying not to look as lost as he actually was. Mostly he comes out looking vaguely disgruntled.]