Xazor Elessar
Feb 1st, 2003, 12:57:43 AM
Weathered
By: Creed
I lie awake on a long, dark night
I can’t seem to tame my mind
Slings and arrows are killing me inside
Maybe I can’t accept the life that’s mine
No I can’t accept the life that’s mine
Simple living is my desperate cry
Been trading love with indifference
Yeah it suits me just fine
I try to hold on but I’m calloused to the bone
Maybe that’s why I feel alone
Maybe that’s why I feel so alone
Me…I’m rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I’m covered with skin that peels and
it just won’t heal
The sun shines and I can’t avoid the light
I think I’m holding on to life too tight
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Me…I’m rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I’m covered with skin that peels
and it just won’t heal
The day reminds me of you
The night hides your truth
The earth is a voice
Speaking to you
Take all this pride
And leave it behind
Because one day it ends
One day we die
Believe what you will
That is your right
But I choose to win
So I choose to fight
To fight
*****
Coruscant: not nearly the destination of all travelers in the galaxy, especially not on a night like this. A cold rain fell from the dark sky as periodic gusts of icy wind ripped through the allys and wrapped themselves around tall buildings like a holy scarf. Silently -- almost blindly, a dark figure wandered down a narrow side street with no particular direction in mind -- in fact, she had gone around the building seven times in the last half hour. Clad in black robes with a warm cloak and hood covering her face, Xazor was unrecognizable to those she knew -- that is, until she removed the hood from her head. That would not happen -- not yet, at least.
An inward sigh escaped her lips as she began to pace in front of a door on the backside of a building located on this street. Her bright cyan eyes searched for any sign of life beyond the shadows and security of her hooded garb. Suddenly her gaze came to rest upon the knob of the door as it twisted open and a thin pale man stepped out and handed Xazor a small ziplocked bag. With a bow of her head, she gratefully took the package and its contents in her hands and seemed to investigate it for a moment before handing over a sealed bag of her own. A smile crossed the woman's lips as she paid her dues and then in the blink of an eye she departed and was gone from the scene as if she had never been there in the first place.
Perhaps the entire dealing had been a bad idea, but Xazor indeed was buying drugs from a local dealer. It was a known fact to one other in the Jedi Order that she had once abused these substances and no longer did nor had any desire to do so -- but this recent 'development' of sorts was a bit suspicious to say the least. She was, in fact, buying these drugs to study as part of an ongoing effort to stop drug trafficing in Lower Coruscant for the problem persisted and showed no signs of getting any better. These thoughts crossed the Garou's mind as she stepped into the labs located deep within the heart of the Jedi Temple. All Jedi were permitted here, but few ever had a reason to come -- until recently. Xazor gathered a few tools of odd appearance and then removed the bag of drugs from her cloak, setting all things upon a lab desk. With her right hand, the young woman lifted the hood from her head and pushed it back behind her allowing her waist length blonde hair to spill out around her. Each lock was done up in a Garou Warrior Braid and woven into them were silver coins from her home planet: Eden. She seemed to glow and perhaps even appeared to be a model Jedi as she began to do this new work -- but indeed -- there was much to behold that one did not see.
By: Creed
I lie awake on a long, dark night
I can’t seem to tame my mind
Slings and arrows are killing me inside
Maybe I can’t accept the life that’s mine
No I can’t accept the life that’s mine
Simple living is my desperate cry
Been trading love with indifference
Yeah it suits me just fine
I try to hold on but I’m calloused to the bone
Maybe that’s why I feel alone
Maybe that’s why I feel so alone
Me…I’m rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I’m covered with skin that peels and
it just won’t heal
The sun shines and I can’t avoid the light
I think I’m holding on to life too tight
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Me…I’m rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I’m covered with skin that peels
and it just won’t heal
The day reminds me of you
The night hides your truth
The earth is a voice
Speaking to you
Take all this pride
And leave it behind
Because one day it ends
One day we die
Believe what you will
That is your right
But I choose to win
So I choose to fight
To fight
*****
Coruscant: not nearly the destination of all travelers in the galaxy, especially not on a night like this. A cold rain fell from the dark sky as periodic gusts of icy wind ripped through the allys and wrapped themselves around tall buildings like a holy scarf. Silently -- almost blindly, a dark figure wandered down a narrow side street with no particular direction in mind -- in fact, she had gone around the building seven times in the last half hour. Clad in black robes with a warm cloak and hood covering her face, Xazor was unrecognizable to those she knew -- that is, until she removed the hood from her head. That would not happen -- not yet, at least.
An inward sigh escaped her lips as she began to pace in front of a door on the backside of a building located on this street. Her bright cyan eyes searched for any sign of life beyond the shadows and security of her hooded garb. Suddenly her gaze came to rest upon the knob of the door as it twisted open and a thin pale man stepped out and handed Xazor a small ziplocked bag. With a bow of her head, she gratefully took the package and its contents in her hands and seemed to investigate it for a moment before handing over a sealed bag of her own. A smile crossed the woman's lips as she paid her dues and then in the blink of an eye she departed and was gone from the scene as if she had never been there in the first place.
Perhaps the entire dealing had been a bad idea, but Xazor indeed was buying drugs from a local dealer. It was a known fact to one other in the Jedi Order that she had once abused these substances and no longer did nor had any desire to do so -- but this recent 'development' of sorts was a bit suspicious to say the least. She was, in fact, buying these drugs to study as part of an ongoing effort to stop drug trafficing in Lower Coruscant for the problem persisted and showed no signs of getting any better. These thoughts crossed the Garou's mind as she stepped into the labs located deep within the heart of the Jedi Temple. All Jedi were permitted here, but few ever had a reason to come -- until recently. Xazor gathered a few tools of odd appearance and then removed the bag of drugs from her cloak, setting all things upon a lab desk. With her right hand, the young woman lifted the hood from her head and pushed it back behind her allowing her waist length blonde hair to spill out around her. Each lock was done up in a Garou Warrior Braid and woven into them were silver coins from her home planet: Eden. She seemed to glow and perhaps even appeared to be a model Jedi as she began to do this new work -- but indeed -- there was much to behold that one did not see.