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The day was not as bright as it would have been on a planet like Tython, which Lanna was ever so familiar with. There was something about the dense city and the tall buildings all packed together that seemed to cast out some of the light. Maybe it was simply because there was no familiar glare in her eyes that made her mind trail off into the subject of weather on Coruscant. She was only slightly warm under her brown cloak that covered her Padawan uniform, and her light saber. The reason she wore it was to keep from attracting any sideways glances, or worse, the attention of an unwanted individual looking to start problems with a Jedi. There were residents of all kinds inhabiting Coruscant. It was what left the possibility for danger, which seemed to uphold a level of growing interest for the young Jedi. Big cities dripping with culture excited her in a way that she thought best to take advantage of. Therefore, she had quite reluctantly come with a few other Jedi when given the oportunity to get some business done.
With her hood pulled over her head, and her messy hair rolling out over her shoulders, she walked through the street flowing with a steady crowd of people. She weaved in and out of the people with ease, taking no time to hesitate when she ducked at the glint of something metal. A man turned with his partially cloth wrapped gun protruding over his shoulder. She did not dart around and flinch away, but simply leaned with a spin of her heals as if there was a childish skip to her step. Part of this was due to the fact that she was in a good mood. The day had been eventful, and she had a nice time, leaving her with a good feeling, and an empty stomach. She made her way through the dirty metallic sliding door of a café, and got in line. There were various aliens there as well, which Lanna observed curiously. It was not as if she had not seen them before, she was just curious.
She waited silently, with her hands folded together, popping each one of her knuckles at a time. It proved to be an unbreakable habit. As she stood there, she obviously did not want to seem weak, but she also did not want to seem too confident. Confidence was what did the best job of drawing attention. If you were small and passive, only people who looked for small passive individuals would notice you. But if you were too confident, everybody knew where you were and what you were doing, which was a risky situation to be in if you could not maintain it. Lanna preferred to simply be as she naturally was. It was ironic for someone who contemplated it so thoroughly.
"Next," a voice called.
Lanna looked over to a heavy woman behind the counter, wearing a dirty shirt. Her cheek was resting on a hand with gaudily embellished nails that were sharpened to fine points. She made eye contact, stepped forward, and bumped into someone. The girl stumbled. "I'm sorry," she said when she regained footing. She reached into the inside fold on her coat, and patted around.
"Next." The noticeably impatient woman called for the second time.
She swallowed. The money she had on her was nowhere to be found. She looked back to the lady at the counter, and then to the woman she had apparently stumbled into. "Excuse me," Lanna said politely, turning to leave.
@Prudence @Kira Elan