OoC: Oy, I wasn't fresh on ideas, so I basically made a thread of complete nothingness. Have fun making something of this junk. Haha.
IC:
It was quiet. So very quiet. In Adhee's perfect place, it was nothing but silence and yet lined with some demure, innocent thing that if left unchecked, would grow into something different, something more. She couldn't describe this unnatural feeling.... And it had to be unnatural, otherwise she would have been able to find words for its temptation, its elusion.
It made her writhe in her sleep. It made her shift in discomfort as she sat in that supposed silence, her eyes and fingers shifting with ever-growing distrust. It was an emptiness that she had once escaped to - something that she had grown to rely on so much that now it haunted her, and swallowed her, dragging her into a torturously quiet dimension in which she would never speak, never hear, never... feel again.
It was this... something that she awoke to in the middle of the night, if it was even night. It was hard to tell anymore. Yet her body had simply adjusted to the constant shift of time and system by finding as little need to sleep as possible. And this was, perhaps, all well, because when she did sleep, she found herself being sucked even further into this nothingness that mocked everything she once was. If she could understand why, then maybe it would have been less difficult to contend with, but even its reasons remained so far out of reach that she felt she would always be extending an arm.
A cold sweat; then a ragged breath. Another, and another. She clenched her teeth; felt angry with herself. Was she so stubborn that she would be closed to what this emptiness had to tell her? She was crazy; nuts. She was losing all sanity she may have once had. Was this okay? Was it expected?
Was it really happening?
She ran a hand through her hair, then threw the sheets off of herself, slipping on her shoes and exiting the room like a drone devoid of emotion and thought. A brow furrowed now that the light had found its warm fingers upon her skin, she traversed the steady, lively halls of the Astral Astoria. She didn't know where she was going, nor why she was going anywhere at all. She needed to clear her head of sleep and to try and grasp reality once again. The problem was, with her mind still hugged by the emptiness that chilled her, she couldn't help but wonder if there was any reality at all.
It was with much thought of such things that she found herself at the entrance of one of the Astoria's cantinas - a bar full of wily and tourist folk alike. It was seething with energy, seething with the Force. Here the Force was disturbed and troubled, influenced by the many lives that collected at this watering hole. She took a deep breath and tried to still the extra heartbeat that was the Force. But no such things could still itself, not even for one with a certain connection to it. It lived, it breathed, and it was very much like her. She expected that it would continue moving, and she found no anger in her heart towards it. Not now, anyway. Not most of the time.
Her eyes made a careful survey of the area around her, searching for something... anything... familiar. There were fleeting questions as she approached the bar: Where is Taja? Does she even sleep? How did I end up with her, anyway? But with the irritating sound of the Rodian's voice, these questions were only stored away for later, so that she may wonder about them another time. It wasn't much of a puzzle, anyway. Taja was much like her, if she actually thought about it. And Adhee was still searching for something more, allowing the "wind" to direct her in any direction until she could clear her mind and begin life where she felt it should begin. Taja was a step in this unplanned, galactic wonder that she called life. And Adhee was beginning to believe that was a good thing.
What had the rodian said again? Adhee could only guess. Her mind was swimming with so many thoughts that it actually left little room for the actual, current situation. "Give me something cold," she muttered, "and nothing alcoholic. I'm not in the mood."
Was she ever?
She sighed, let an arm rest on the counter, and watched her hand open and close for about a few seconds before being bored with it. It was going to be a long night, and she didn't plan on going back to sleep anytime soon. Now she would simply wait - for nothing, for something. For anything.
Sometimes the Astral Astoria could be so dull. Or maybe it was her.
IC:
It was quiet. So very quiet. In Adhee's perfect place, it was nothing but silence and yet lined with some demure, innocent thing that if left unchecked, would grow into something different, something more. She couldn't describe this unnatural feeling.... And it had to be unnatural, otherwise she would have been able to find words for its temptation, its elusion.
It made her writhe in her sleep. It made her shift in discomfort as she sat in that supposed silence, her eyes and fingers shifting with ever-growing distrust. It was an emptiness that she had once escaped to - something that she had grown to rely on so much that now it haunted her, and swallowed her, dragging her into a torturously quiet dimension in which she would never speak, never hear, never... feel again.
It was this... something that she awoke to in the middle of the night, if it was even night. It was hard to tell anymore. Yet her body had simply adjusted to the constant shift of time and system by finding as little need to sleep as possible. And this was, perhaps, all well, because when she did sleep, she found herself being sucked even further into this nothingness that mocked everything she once was. If she could understand why, then maybe it would have been less difficult to contend with, but even its reasons remained so far out of reach that she felt she would always be extending an arm.
A cold sweat; then a ragged breath. Another, and another. She clenched her teeth; felt angry with herself. Was she so stubborn that she would be closed to what this emptiness had to tell her? She was crazy; nuts. She was losing all sanity she may have once had. Was this okay? Was it expected?
Was it really happening?
She ran a hand through her hair, then threw the sheets off of herself, slipping on her shoes and exiting the room like a drone devoid of emotion and thought. A brow furrowed now that the light had found its warm fingers upon her skin, she traversed the steady, lively halls of the Astral Astoria. She didn't know where she was going, nor why she was going anywhere at all. She needed to clear her head of sleep and to try and grasp reality once again. The problem was, with her mind still hugged by the emptiness that chilled her, she couldn't help but wonder if there was any reality at all.
It was with much thought of such things that she found herself at the entrance of one of the Astoria's cantinas - a bar full of wily and tourist folk alike. It was seething with energy, seething with the Force. Here the Force was disturbed and troubled, influenced by the many lives that collected at this watering hole. She took a deep breath and tried to still the extra heartbeat that was the Force. But no such things could still itself, not even for one with a certain connection to it. It lived, it breathed, and it was very much like her. She expected that it would continue moving, and she found no anger in her heart towards it. Not now, anyway. Not most of the time.
Her eyes made a careful survey of the area around her, searching for something... anything... familiar. There were fleeting questions as she approached the bar: Where is Taja? Does she even sleep? How did I end up with her, anyway? But with the irritating sound of the Rodian's voice, these questions were only stored away for later, so that she may wonder about them another time. It wasn't much of a puzzle, anyway. Taja was much like her, if she actually thought about it. And Adhee was still searching for something more, allowing the "wind" to direct her in any direction until she could clear her mind and begin life where she felt it should begin. Taja was a step in this unplanned, galactic wonder that she called life. And Adhee was beginning to believe that was a good thing.
What had the rodian said again? Adhee could only guess. Her mind was swimming with so many thoughts that it actually left little room for the actual, current situation. "Give me something cold," she muttered, "and nothing alcoholic. I'm not in the mood."
Was she ever?
She sighed, let an arm rest on the counter, and watched her hand open and close for about a few seconds before being bored with it. It was going to be a long night, and she didn't plan on going back to sleep anytime soon. Now she would simply wait - for nothing, for something. For anything.
Sometimes the Astral Astoria could be so dull. Or maybe it was her.