Jamel Croko'yn
Jan 10th, 2003, 09:09:53 PM
Jamel had ben residing in the certain area of the Jedi Temple, contemplating on his life for a large amount of time. Things that he should have guided into a different direction, or replied to. It wasn't truly regrets, he didn't know how to regret something, as he was taught now that knowledge and the Force would guide you in the right path, you'd just have to believe in it, and become one with it. Yet, their was one thing that kept throbbing in Jamel's brain, and it was that beauitiful elegent face of Destiny. He truly didn't know her last name, but he had been contemplating on her like it was the single core of every existence, every thing that breathed at all. Like it was oxygen itself, resting upon his hand to the answer of breath, and life before anyone else in scentifical terms could find it.
He felt as though that he should have replied to her in a better manner, shown her respect as she would need, or deserve. He didn't know much about her, but he did know that she was very nice to him to present herself when no one else did. He just threw her off like a rag dog. Placing his hand on the holopad, he began constructing a message, standing on the small platform. He began speaking, his hands behind his back.
"Meet me in the Coruscant streets, near Green Star Haven Store..I'll be waiting to conversate with you." He said, stepping off the platform, and with a gesture of his hand he sent the message to what he believed was Destiny's quaters
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The novice Jedi sat at the bench before the store, his hand in his basket, picking out another fruit that he'd take a bite out of. He was starting to get to like these Naboo-created fruits, they were filled with lush, and they thrilled him with a weird juice of water. It was flavored like fruit punch, it was incredible. He never had fruits like that on Lok, even though they imported many items.
Leaning back in his seating, he glanced about, catching eye to a dark moving creature. It drifted along the premises slowly, coming toward him. The shadows of the night cased itself upon the being, hiding it from his eyes, so he knew not physically what it was, or if it was what he was searching for. Standing up in preperation to defend, or even greet this being.
He smiled, which quivered slowly into a forced smirk. Either expression would express what he wanted, no matter who it was.
He felt as though that he should have replied to her in a better manner, shown her respect as she would need, or deserve. He didn't know much about her, but he did know that she was very nice to him to present herself when no one else did. He just threw her off like a rag dog. Placing his hand on the holopad, he began constructing a message, standing on the small platform. He began speaking, his hands behind his back.
"Meet me in the Coruscant streets, near Green Star Haven Store..I'll be waiting to conversate with you." He said, stepping off the platform, and with a gesture of his hand he sent the message to what he believed was Destiny's quaters
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The novice Jedi sat at the bench before the store, his hand in his basket, picking out another fruit that he'd take a bite out of. He was starting to get to like these Naboo-created fruits, they were filled with lush, and they thrilled him with a weird juice of water. It was flavored like fruit punch, it was incredible. He never had fruits like that on Lok, even though they imported many items.
Leaning back in his seating, he glanced about, catching eye to a dark moving creature. It drifted along the premises slowly, coming toward him. The shadows of the night cased itself upon the being, hiding it from his eyes, so he knew not physically what it was, or if it was what he was searching for. Standing up in preperation to defend, or even greet this being.
He smiled, which quivered slowly into a forced smirk. Either expression would express what he wanted, no matter who it was.