Dillon Mhane
Apr 15th, 2003, 12:19:39 PM
Coruscant. It was such a far distance from home. But perhaps that was for the better, what she wanted. After all, memories lingered for a very long time and that was what she was trying to escape. Memories of her shortcomings.
Dillon Mhane was a very old thirty-seven. Tall and too slender from lack of appetite, the woman looked as if she was just managing to stand on her feet. Dark circles under her eyes gave a haunting look and the whites of her eyes were a bloodshot mess. It wasn't because of drugs. It wasn't because of drinking, she hadn't sipped anything but water for nearly a year. She hadn't been attacked either. Her current state of health was because of divorce. Seventeen years gone, and with it, her two children.
She didn't know why she'd decided to come here. Perhaps because she couldn't find a reason to live for herself anymore. Giving her life to others would make getting up in the morning worthwhile. It would make each breath mean something. In theory.
Dillon hadn't bothered to bring her things with her. They were in boxes at the apartment she was renting. She was by no means without material possesions, Dillon had been alive long enough to aquire everything she would need. But honestly, they no onger meant anything to her.
SHe ahdn't really paid too much attention to how she looked. A loose sweater and nondescript black sweatpants had been carelessly pulled on. With her hair just hanging loosely in an attempt to camoflauge her gaunt face, Dillon could have passed for someone newly out of bed. Truth be told, this was the first time seh had ventured out of her sleeping pallet for days. Pathetic, she knew, but Dillon cared naught.
"This is...This is the Jedi recruiting place, isn't it?"
Dillon Mhane was a very old thirty-seven. Tall and too slender from lack of appetite, the woman looked as if she was just managing to stand on her feet. Dark circles under her eyes gave a haunting look and the whites of her eyes were a bloodshot mess. It wasn't because of drugs. It wasn't because of drinking, she hadn't sipped anything but water for nearly a year. She hadn't been attacked either. Her current state of health was because of divorce. Seventeen years gone, and with it, her two children.
She didn't know why she'd decided to come here. Perhaps because she couldn't find a reason to live for herself anymore. Giving her life to others would make getting up in the morning worthwhile. It would make each breath mean something. In theory.
Dillon hadn't bothered to bring her things with her. They were in boxes at the apartment she was renting. She was by no means without material possesions, Dillon had been alive long enough to aquire everything she would need. But honestly, they no onger meant anything to her.
SHe ahdn't really paid too much attention to how she looked. A loose sweater and nondescript black sweatpants had been carelessly pulled on. With her hair just hanging loosely in an attempt to camoflauge her gaunt face, Dillon could have passed for someone newly out of bed. Truth be told, this was the first time seh had ventured out of her sleeping pallet for days. Pathetic, she knew, but Dillon cared naught.
"This is...This is the Jedi recruiting place, isn't it?"