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I think I'm gonna sit out the rest of this timeline and create a different type character for the next. :P

Yeah, I think he's done, sorry for the confusion lol.

Hi, sorry I wasn't around last night to keep going with you two, do you want to exclude me or am I free to jump back in?

By this point, Diran had begun dancing; and considering the inordinate amount of incenses and various other fumes being pumped through the small grates scattered across the ceiling and walls, it did not take the young Senator to get a hang of it. Passing a look over his shoulder, through the...

Diran ended up ordering four or five Rubian Bliel's before he finally got one of the right color; apparently general cleanliness in the club was not a must-have. If the blaring beat didn't rattle his bones he would've fallen asleep, but as it was he forced himself to relax, the threatened...

Hello, I hear my bed screaming my name. xD Please skip me in the Gates of Hell Rp as needed, if the action leaves the club then forget about me - otherwise, I'll participate more when I wake up. =)

Diran had been whisked away in his shuttle, fine as it was, through the endless sea of exotic people that composed the Coruscant undercity. They hadn't gotten far, though, and good thing; one of the engines decided to sputter, then ignite. Barely they made a semi-crash landing on a platform just...

The end I think.

Tag you're it!

Clapped his hands together, the fashion a bit more ruckus than his usual means of expression. Splendid idea, Jalek, was it? When the Jedi came to rise Diran did indeed stand, though he was suddenly unsettled by the notion of giving his back. At his gesture the two guards converged on the Jedi...

Tag.

Listened intently, his discomfort becoming more and more aggravated which ultimately rendered him to the point of jumpyness; however, his rationale would not leave him, and with a clearing of his throat (and the willpower to block out his discomfort for a moment) he would respond. No no, Jedi...

Yoohoo~

Posty to you.

Diran would shift in his booth; he felt the rift in the Force, but having no acknowledgement or understanding of his own sensitivity just took it as a very unsettling hunch, making him pass (and in turn, the two guards as well) a distrustful glance about. He wasn't hungry, at all, having just...

Posted. Sorry about the delay, normally I'm much quicker. :P

Diran was not in a pleasant mood. The Emergency Session had ended, and his intended bill's would possibly not make it to the Floor to hold any relevance, so, his Holonet address had ultimately made such little difference and left an open promise for any future naysayers or political rivals to...

Umm, sure.

Hewwo. o.o

I'm actually going to be gone for several hours, I have class from 6 to 8:30. D: