Post by Eliowyn f.k.a. Doraemon on Jun 22, 2005 16:10:20 GMT -5
Part One:
“Not again!” One arm hugging her textbook, the other holding her datapad, Eliowyn raced through the hallways of the university. “He’s going to kill me,” she thought as she quickly glanced at her datapad.
Reaching the office at the end of a long corridor, she dusted off her outfit and took a deep breath before opening the door. Sitting before her was Melios Purl, a stern-faced man whose bald-headedness made him look older than he was. “Sorry I’m late Professor. You wanted to see me?”
Looking up from his monitor, he motioned for her to come in and pointed to a chair in front of his desk. “Sit,” he said commandingly. “What did I say about tardiness?”
“Sorry Professor, I was helping Narat with the banthas.”
“If you’d only put as much time in studying your books as you do in helping that fellow manage his animals, you might just make a decent engineer,” he grumbled, shaking his head.
Before she can spew out a defense, he shushed her. “Speaking of which, that’s why I’ve called you here.” Noticing her turning pale, he immediately continued. “Apparently, a colleague of mine has taken interest in your work on the beneficial effects of lactalbumins on tissue formation. So much so, that he wants you to go and finish your education with him.” Warmly, he smiled and reassured her, “You can breathe now Eliowyn. This is GOOD news.”
“I…um…err,” she uttered.
“So I’m finally successful in making you speechless, eh?” he grinned.
Dumbfounded, all she could do was let out a titter and nod.
“Well, I’ve given my ‘ok’. You’re to leave as soon as possible.” Standing up, he strolled over and laid his hand gently on her shoulder and smiled. “I suggest you get packing then.”
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Part Two:
As she stepped off the shuttle onto the brick-paved ground of the metropolis, she spied the hustle of others as they ran to catch their ship, droids diligently working on various repairs, and armored men patrolling the area. Storm Troopers.
Her father had told her about the war that was occurring, about soldiers clad in white ensuring safety for the town’s citizens. He mentioned the terrorists that call themselves the rebellion and the destruction of the once beautiful planet of Alderaan. But the subject that appeared to cause him the most anguish was when he talked about those who seem to be able to control things with just their mind and who had powers that no humanoid should have. He really didn’t want his only child to know about these things. He wanted her to remain carefree and innocent. He had moved to the once remote planet of Tatooine to avoid the fighting and to raise his child in relative peace so that she could concentrate on her studies instead of being burdened by news of death and destruction. He’s seen enough of what war can do that he didn’t want to subjugate his child to the same experiences. He also wanted to forget his own role. But with each passing day, the conflict crept closer to his home and eventually, he knew, innocence will be lost. It was time to let his only daughter go but he also knew that if she found out the truth, he might lose her forever.
"So this is Theed," she thought to herself. "I think I can learn to like this place."
Having sold most of her belongings to pay for the trip, all that was left, she carried in her backpack. Taking out a brush, she combed the sand out of her hair. "At least I won't have to wash it 3 times a day," she chuckled.
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Part Three:
“So you want what, hon?” The elegantly clad woman chimed as she peered up from her date book.
“I want to be a dancer in your company,” Eliowyn responded.
She could feel the lady’s gaze scanning her over. “You don’t look much like a dancer, hon. But you say you’re trying to pay your way through school, huh? Well, here’s what I’ll do. It just so happens, I got a call from the cantina manager at the mining outpost on Dantooine. He’s looking for a dancer to fill in for his regular one. You, my dear, will be that dancer. If you’re able to make enough credits to pay for the cost of the flight plus 60 percent, I’ll hire you to dance in my company.
Eliowyn nodded slowly, trying to hide the worry in her face. Mustering up her courage, she replied, “It’s a deal.”
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Part Four:
“At the rate I’m going, I’m never going to make enough money,” Eliowyn thought to herself as she swayed back and forth in an attempt to captivate the audience. She never had professional dance training—what she learned, she learned from watching others. Her mother was an accomplished dancer back in the day, but whenever she brought up the subject to her father, he always seemed to drift away. Whether he was yearning for something long past or trying to forget it, she never quite figured out.
She’d heard people were hiring for hunting safaris, but had been turned down for her lack of weapons skills. “Was it my fault that my father never told me how to hold a pistol,” she screamed in her mind. Almost to the point of surrendering, she struck up a conversation with a man who said he belonged to a guild called Red Star Elite.
“You can join us if you like,” he said.
Eagerly jumping at the one chance to earn enough to fulfill her end of the deal, she accepted…
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[OOC] The above is a little (ok not so little
) story about how my character came to be where she is. If I ever get re-bit by the bug and if anyone really reads it, I might write more. 
Continues to rsetarq.proboards42.com/index.cgi?board=roleplay&action=display&thread=1125096607
“Not again!” One arm hugging her textbook, the other holding her datapad, Eliowyn raced through the hallways of the university. “He’s going to kill me,” she thought as she quickly glanced at her datapad.
Reaching the office at the end of a long corridor, she dusted off her outfit and took a deep breath before opening the door. Sitting before her was Melios Purl, a stern-faced man whose bald-headedness made him look older than he was. “Sorry I’m late Professor. You wanted to see me?”
Looking up from his monitor, he motioned for her to come in and pointed to a chair in front of his desk. “Sit,” he said commandingly. “What did I say about tardiness?”
“Sorry Professor, I was helping Narat with the banthas.”
“If you’d only put as much time in studying your books as you do in helping that fellow manage his animals, you might just make a decent engineer,” he grumbled, shaking his head.
Before she can spew out a defense, he shushed her. “Speaking of which, that’s why I’ve called you here.” Noticing her turning pale, he immediately continued. “Apparently, a colleague of mine has taken interest in your work on the beneficial effects of lactalbumins on tissue formation. So much so, that he wants you to go and finish your education with him.” Warmly, he smiled and reassured her, “You can breathe now Eliowyn. This is GOOD news.”
“I…um…err,” she uttered.
“So I’m finally successful in making you speechless, eh?” he grinned.
Dumbfounded, all she could do was let out a titter and nod.
“Well, I’ve given my ‘ok’. You’re to leave as soon as possible.” Standing up, he strolled over and laid his hand gently on her shoulder and smiled. “I suggest you get packing then.”
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Part Two:
As she stepped off the shuttle onto the brick-paved ground of the metropolis, she spied the hustle of others as they ran to catch their ship, droids diligently working on various repairs, and armored men patrolling the area. Storm Troopers.
Her father had told her about the war that was occurring, about soldiers clad in white ensuring safety for the town’s citizens. He mentioned the terrorists that call themselves the rebellion and the destruction of the once beautiful planet of Alderaan. But the subject that appeared to cause him the most anguish was when he talked about those who seem to be able to control things with just their mind and who had powers that no humanoid should have. He really didn’t want his only child to know about these things. He wanted her to remain carefree and innocent. He had moved to the once remote planet of Tatooine to avoid the fighting and to raise his child in relative peace so that she could concentrate on her studies instead of being burdened by news of death and destruction. He’s seen enough of what war can do that he didn’t want to subjugate his child to the same experiences. He also wanted to forget his own role. But with each passing day, the conflict crept closer to his home and eventually, he knew, innocence will be lost. It was time to let his only daughter go but he also knew that if she found out the truth, he might lose her forever.
"So this is Theed," she thought to herself. "I think I can learn to like this place."
Having sold most of her belongings to pay for the trip, all that was left, she carried in her backpack. Taking out a brush, she combed the sand out of her hair. "At least I won't have to wash it 3 times a day," she chuckled.
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Part Three:
“So you want what, hon?” The elegantly clad woman chimed as she peered up from her date book.
“I want to be a dancer in your company,” Eliowyn responded.
She could feel the lady’s gaze scanning her over. “You don’t look much like a dancer, hon. But you say you’re trying to pay your way through school, huh? Well, here’s what I’ll do. It just so happens, I got a call from the cantina manager at the mining outpost on Dantooine. He’s looking for a dancer to fill in for his regular one. You, my dear, will be that dancer. If you’re able to make enough credits to pay for the cost of the flight plus 60 percent, I’ll hire you to dance in my company.
Eliowyn nodded slowly, trying to hide the worry in her face. Mustering up her courage, she replied, “It’s a deal.”
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Part Four:
“At the rate I’m going, I’m never going to make enough money,” Eliowyn thought to herself as she swayed back and forth in an attempt to captivate the audience. She never had professional dance training—what she learned, she learned from watching others. Her mother was an accomplished dancer back in the day, but whenever she brought up the subject to her father, he always seemed to drift away. Whether he was yearning for something long past or trying to forget it, she never quite figured out.
She’d heard people were hiring for hunting safaris, but had been turned down for her lack of weapons skills. “Was it my fault that my father never told me how to hold a pistol,” she screamed in her mind. Almost to the point of surrendering, she struck up a conversation with a man who said he belonged to a guild called Red Star Elite.
“You can join us if you like,” he said.
Eagerly jumping at the one chance to earn enough to fulfill her end of the deal, she accepted…
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
[OOC] The above is a little (ok not so little
) story about how my character came to be where she is. If I ever get re-bit by the bug and if anyone really reads it, I might write more. 
Continues to rsetarq.proboards42.com/index.cgi?board=roleplay&action=display&thread=1125096607
<--- wishes she has a banana...
I kept it for the longest time, but I'm sad to say that I had to depart with it not long ago. 
Oh, and don't hold her comment against me. She's that way w/ all rodians but you're doing a good job at changing her impression. 
