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- Oct 2, 2013
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Fallah sighed and checked her chrono, she had returned back to her home on Corellia, for well..she wasn't sure exactly what she was expecting. Her credit flow and been a bit scare of late and perhaps that was some form of motivation. Although she was not about to ask her family for support, never that. It was not that she disliked her family, she had a good enough relationship with them. It was simply that she did not wish to get the slightly disapproving looks as they handed over the credits she asked for. That was life, she supposed when you decided to disappoint your parents. With a wiry smile she reminded herself that's why they had her brother, a child who had yet to disappoint them.
She pushed a hand though her hair, leaving it in a slight state of disarray. That did not make her day any better. She wondered aimlessly though the star port, perhaps some sort of inspiration would strike her. Not that she expected rich people to suddenly throw credits at her, although that off chance would be just wonderful. However, there were travelers of various sorts and experience had taught her that not all of them were people who wanted to go though official channels.
So for now she contented herself with watching the crowd. If she were lucky she would come across something useful. She was practical enough to assume she would not be that lucky. She would have to dance around with a holosign offering discount breakfast. She had never been that desperate for credits, and would like to think such things were beneath her. But, she never knew. That might soon be the next thing to put on her résumé, sign girl.
She pushed a hand though her hair, leaving it in a slight state of disarray. That did not make her day any better. She wondered aimlessly though the star port, perhaps some sort of inspiration would strike her. Not that she expected rich people to suddenly throw credits at her, although that off chance would be just wonderful. However, there were travelers of various sorts and experience had taught her that not all of them were people who wanted to go though official channels.
So for now she contented herself with watching the crowd. If she were lucky she would come across something useful. She was practical enough to assume she would not be that lucky. She would have to dance around with a holosign offering discount breakfast. She had never been that desperate for credits, and would like to think such things were beneath her. But, she never knew. That might soon be the next thing to put on her résumé, sign girl.