I'm looking for a fresh start. I haven't been here in months but I think I would like to RP. I don't know too much about Star Wars, but would like to learn from others through role playing.
"Why don't I know you?" She kept herself grounded, but couldn't cut her roots out of her power. Being who she was, she knew everyone. Strangers she's never met before had a better time with her knowledge. As they neared the bar, she held her hand out to him. Manners—overrated, but she could...
"No thank you, Arroc." While she may have been cold, it was by choice. She could have worn better clothing, more clothing. Lacey had never been known for playing the knowingly foolish damsel--that wouldn't change for a stranger. Plus, he wasn't even eating right out of her hand; what had him...
Lacey raised an eyebrow, her boots clanking as she continue after him. Never was she a fan of following others; she was the one that got followed. "Simply your name for a walk? Why don't I know you? A barhopper?"
Despite feeling thrown aside, the blonde followed the man right out the door...
'I wonder if he comes here often,' Lacey wondered lightly to herself. It wouldn't become a pestering thought, but it was the gateway thought. Unfolding her arms, she follows the man away. At the last moment, she grabbed his arm, the coat warm to her touch. "Excuse me, but what is your name...
Lacey couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew she had never seen the man before. It was obvious what he was, but who was a different story. The dim lighting of the grundgey establishment had her skin tingling while she watched him. Cockiness could kill—boy, did she know that—but his was...
It was a cool night on Coruscant, some creatures bundled, other taking a break from their desert planets. Most knew that the best way to keep warm was to enjoy themselves at the Liquored Drall, a small little cantina hidden on the planet. Lacey Cana'var knew this better than anyone else...