Tatooine. Not the best of places, in all honesty.
The Togruta female who was sitting idly on the low wall along the street frowned as she surveyed the world around. She wanted adventure. Wasn't that why she'd left her family in the first place? Of course that had been two years ago. She was tired though, of this dull, dusty, hard place.
She tapped her heels against the wall as she thought, ignoring the glances from those passing by. She had all day to herself, and it was early morning yet. She worked, come nightfall, but a part of her silently pleaded for an escape. An adventure. She was not alone in this unkind world unarmed at least. Peeking from beneath her long jacket, in holsters nestled at her hips, were a DC-17 Hand Blaster, and an IR-5 Blaster pistol. She wore a pair of fitted leggings made from animal hide, and a top which vaguely resembled a corset. An alluring creature, when her dark eyes landed on someone and they sparkled with mischief. Unfortunately there was no mischief in her at the moment. She was more interested in thinking, plotting some way to get off this planet and see what the stars held.
In frustration that no feasible plot came forth, she slammed a hand down on the top of the wall and cried out, "blast it all!" Sulking she swung her feet up and planted them atop the wall, leaning forward and rising to stand gracefully.
The Togruta female who was sitting idly on the low wall along the street frowned as she surveyed the world around. She wanted adventure. Wasn't that why she'd left her family in the first place? Of course that had been two years ago. She was tired though, of this dull, dusty, hard place.
She tapped her heels against the wall as she thought, ignoring the glances from those passing by. She had all day to herself, and it was early morning yet. She worked, come nightfall, but a part of her silently pleaded for an escape. An adventure. She was not alone in this unkind world unarmed at least. Peeking from beneath her long jacket, in holsters nestled at her hips, were a DC-17 Hand Blaster, and an IR-5 Blaster pistol. She wore a pair of fitted leggings made from animal hide, and a top which vaguely resembled a corset. An alluring creature, when her dark eyes landed on someone and they sparkled with mischief. Unfortunately there was no mischief in her at the moment. She was more interested in thinking, plotting some way to get off this planet and see what the stars held.
In frustration that no feasible plot came forth, she slammed a hand down on the top of the wall and cried out, "blast it all!" Sulking she swung her feet up and planted them atop the wall, leaning forward and rising to stand gracefully.