3E: Lonesome

[DMourning Orb]

D'Mouring Orb sat at the bar, doodling. He drew on a Durasheet. Mostly sketches of three dimensional boxes and cartoon faces. He was new to the planet. A lonesome soul in his new surroundings. He was handicapped: a deaf mute. Being sociable was all the more difficult for him.

D'Mourning scanned the room for familiar faces. He eyed the doorway...

[araia]

Araia walked into the B&G and noticed the man drawing at the table. She walked over and watched as he doodled. Smiling she tapped his shoulder. "Hi, I'm Araia."

[DMourning Orb]

D'Mourning felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned around in his seat to find a beautiful woman smiling at him. He smiled back, of course. She said something. He could not hear her, after all, he was deaf. He was able to read her lips, though:

Hi, I'm Araia.

D'Mourning turned back to the Durasheet. By this time the doodles on the sheet had been erased. The self erasing invention allowed him plenty of room to write a message in response to Araia. He stroked his pen across the piece of paper, briskly and in diligent fashion. One could assume that he did a lot of writing. His thoughts seemed to flow from his pen. When he was done, he motioned for Araia to look at his message. She looked over his shoulder and saw the message:

Hi. I'm D'Mourning Orb. It's nice to meet you. I'm deaf and mute, so I have to write you this in response. How are you?

[araia]

Araia smiled at him. She took the pen from his hand gently, and wrote her response.

*I'm fine, thank-you. It's nice to meet you too. Do you mind if I sit down?*

[DMourning Orb]

D'Mourning motioned for Araia to sit. He took the Datasheet from her and wrote a new message, then, quickly returned it to her hands.

The message: [i]I would really enjoy the company. I'm new to the planet. I don't even have a master yet. Seems they are a little full. How long have you been here? Are you a Padawan, or a Jedi for that matter?

[araia]

Araia smiled again at his eagerness.
*I'm a Padawan, training under Nash Stolar. I've only been here for a few days. I've been busy collecting parts for my lightsaber, so I havn't really been socializing. But I'm glad I decided to come tonight. So, tell me about you. When did you arrive?*

[DMourning Orb]

He wrote her another message:

I got here, literally days ago. I don't even have all of my boxes unpacked. I want to be a Jedi Padawan, too. I'm 32, so it's a little late to get started, I know. Usually, it's children, young children, who become apprentices, Padawans. But, I'm just happy to be given the chance. It is something I really believe in, wholeheartedly. I'm glad you came tonight, too.

D'Mourning drew a smiley face at the end of his message.

[araia]

Araia smiled at the smile face. Picking up the pen she wrote a reply.

*It's never too late to do something you believe in. Do you need any help unpacking? I don't have any belongings so I havn't had to do any.*


OOC: Love the sig btw...who made it?

[DMourning Orb]

D'Mourning smiled at her. His heart, literally skipped a beat. Who in the world could resist those eyes.

He took the Datasheet and pen and wrote a message in response to her's. His thoughts flowed from his pen. He couldn't write them down fast enough.

The message read: That would be great. If you would be so kind as to help me unpack. It's so gracious and kind of you to even ask. I would really enjoy the company.

OOC: Thanks. You're really sweet. I made the sig myself. I had my friend, Syrius Cline, upload it for me. I noticed that you don't have a sig. If you wanted one custom made for you I'd be happy to help.

[araia]

She grinned and then bit her bottom lip shyly. Her eyes shone with the unspoken laughter.

*it would be a pleasure for me. It's not everyday you get a chance to be in such good company* Araia wrote before sliding the datapad back to him.


OOC: Thanks, I'm still trying to find pictures, You'd be surprised at how dificult it is to find picture of eyes<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/image/emoticons_classic/smile.gif ALT=":)">

[DMourning Orb]

D'Mourning smiled at Araia, ear to ear. It was transfixed in his expression. So much so, that he did not even realize he was doing it.

So, would you like to go ahead and head up to my room , he replied.

He waited for her response, studying her eyes in all of their marvel...

[araia]

*I'd love to* came her response. She was smiling, and was aware that she was starting to blush.

[DMourning Orb]

D'Mourning Orb stood, gathering his durasheet and pen. In his unconcious mind he moved to pull Araia's chair out for her. Then, he relized there was not a chair at the bar. Araia sat upon a stool. He was a gentleman. Putting forth any good gesture was not a voluntary effort. He did it unconciously. His heart frequently out paced his mind in many of his decisions.

She rose from her seat to follow him. The two smiling brightly at each other. He offered her his arm...

[araia]

Taking his arm with hers, she gazed intently at him, a smile upon her lips. Realizing she was staring Araia quickly turned her gaze foreward for a moment before turning back to look at him again.

[DMourning Orb]

They walked toward the exit, arm and arm. D'Mourning was overcome by the feeling of having her arm wrapped around his. She was so soft, so warm. It was if a glow surrounded her entire body, an essence so beautiful, so powerful; a derivation from her warm and inviting heart.

The smile on his face had not yet dissapated. He glanced at her, treasuring every moment that their eyes met and made contact.

They went to his room..

OOC: Continued in the living quarters. Tomorrow. Sleep is essential. Nite. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/image/emoticons_classic/smile.gif ALT=":)">

[araia]

OOC: lol...nite<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/image/emoticons_classic/smile.gif ALT=":)">