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Taking a cup full of cold water, Roman puddled it in his hands before splashing it against his pale white cheeks. The wet hands provided enough lubrication as he ran them through the course of his dangled golden locks to add some moisture to his dried hair. "Perhaps I need to visit a stylist soon enough.." He thought to himself, before draping the black cloak over his shoulder and settling on the unwelcoming stone crest. The prison cell he was in was not up to any standards to say the least, a fate far different than the upper middle class upbringing he had been accustomed to. However, in the years to past, the legionnaire had ventured on his own with the path of darkness as slight shards of corruption ate away at his once handsome face.
Seems theft was punished more harshly than he imagined, an entaglment with law enforcing agencies had forced him to withdraw his red lightsaber and thus place him into custody. Chains clanged around his wrists as he glanced upwards into the darkened hallways, an abyss which he had claimed home in the last few weeks. He smirked lightly and rested his head against the wall, eyes drifting upwards to collect back in thought. His mother, he wondered, what would she be doing at this time? Was she thinking of him or had the past 7 years made her forget his memory.
The sound of footsteps near the cell alerted him however, a smirk coming to the face as he lofted a brow and asked. "What took you so long?"
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