Morgan's pale green eyes peeked out between his messy black locks and meticulously scanned the other acolytes in the mess hall. A silent disdain was not so quietly painted on his face. He could tell that most of them were judging him - or worse - ignoring him! To them, he was just the dirty Nar-Shaddaan gutter rat who'd managed to drag itself across the Galaxy to join their place of learning. But he'd show them all what he was capable of in time. He didn't exactly know how, but he knew he would.
He broods with his cheek resting on his right fist, his elbow resting on the table. With his other hand, he hovers it over an empty water cup - using the force to lift it up and set it down in a rhmytic motion in tandem with his breathing. He barely even noticed he was doing it. Dealing with these Sith snobs was a necessary evil. As much as he hated to admit it, they were his best bet at accomplishing his goals. The best way for him to get what he wanted. Knowledge and Power. And none of these other Acolytes would come near him because they knew he was going to outshine them all, they knew he was better than them. He didn't need friends, nor did he want them, he was going to do it by himsel-
He hears a chair at his table pull out and slide back in. The shock of it causes his levitating of the cup to abruptly stop. It falls out of the air and onto table and then rolls onto the floor. Somebody was sitting at his table. He maintains his distant and cool demeanor, while he struggles to move his eyes to look at the person who'd sat down. As if he were a child, afraid to look at a scary picture. Finally he manages to drag his gaze across to the new person at his table and he allows an uncomfortable amount of time to pass before he finally speaks, his voice cracking a little.
"hEllo."
He broods with his cheek resting on his right fist, his elbow resting on the table. With his other hand, he hovers it over an empty water cup - using the force to lift it up and set it down in a rhmytic motion in tandem with his breathing. He barely even noticed he was doing it. Dealing with these Sith snobs was a necessary evil. As much as he hated to admit it, they were his best bet at accomplishing his goals. The best way for him to get what he wanted. Knowledge and Power. And none of these other Acolytes would come near him because they knew he was going to outshine them all, they knew he was better than them. He didn't need friends, nor did he want them, he was going to do it by himsel-
He hears a chair at his table pull out and slide back in. The shock of it causes his levitating of the cup to abruptly stop. It falls out of the air and onto table and then rolls onto the floor. Somebody was sitting at his table. He maintains his distant and cool demeanor, while he struggles to move his eyes to look at the person who'd sat down. As if he were a child, afraid to look at a scary picture. Finally he manages to drag his gaze across to the new person at his table and he allows an uncomfortable amount of time to pass before he finally speaks, his voice cracking a little.
"hEllo."