Torriana Marx
Nov 25th, 2002, 09:31:30 AM
When you say it's gonna happen 'now'
Well, what exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
______________________________
The streets of lower level Coruscant were, to the ordinary passer-by, hostile and unsafe. Thugs and freaks of the highest order roamed these parts, on the constant lookout for their next victim: anyone displaying the slightest sign of vulnerability, wealth, or status. Blasters and switchblades were necessary articles to even the youngest urchin; muggings and assault, just another day out on the town.
She paced slowly down a lane, wading through the near-impenetrable carpet of litter and garbage, and occasionally nodding to the punks sitting hunched in some doorway or other. Only a few even acknowledged her presence; a mere fraction of those bothered to respond, and when they did, it was usually in the form of a grunt.
To Torriana, this was home.
The Jedi had embraced her with open arms, but they couldn't rid of the wayward rat that still existed in her heart. For her part, Torri made no attempt to forget her personal history: after all, if she didn't have something to look back to, what point would there be in building a new future? Her past was her identity. Without it, she was just another mindless zombie, emulating the masses.
Stopping outside the entrance to a homeless shelter, she glanced around. Everything appeared as it had when she left. It seemed that the more things changed... the more they stayed the same. Torriana was no exception.
Well, what exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
______________________________
The streets of lower level Coruscant were, to the ordinary passer-by, hostile and unsafe. Thugs and freaks of the highest order roamed these parts, on the constant lookout for their next victim: anyone displaying the slightest sign of vulnerability, wealth, or status. Blasters and switchblades were necessary articles to even the youngest urchin; muggings and assault, just another day out on the town.
She paced slowly down a lane, wading through the near-impenetrable carpet of litter and garbage, and occasionally nodding to the punks sitting hunched in some doorway or other. Only a few even acknowledged her presence; a mere fraction of those bothered to respond, and when they did, it was usually in the form of a grunt.
To Torriana, this was home.
The Jedi had embraced her with open arms, but they couldn't rid of the wayward rat that still existed in her heart. For her part, Torri made no attempt to forget her personal history: after all, if she didn't have something to look back to, what point would there be in building a new future? Her past was her identity. Without it, she was just another mindless zombie, emulating the masses.
Stopping outside the entrance to a homeless shelter, she glanced around. Everything appeared as it had when she left. It seemed that the more things changed... the more they stayed the same. Torriana was no exception.