14 June 2012 @ 05:07 pm
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A: Phone ;; Open to anyone

So, these regains. Is it normal to just get back a part of something? Because, if that's so, then it's very frustrating.

B: Phone ;; Filtered to Luke

[Although how he's currently feeling hits her just a strongly as her own emotions, they probably do need to talk.]

You okay?
01 June 2012 @ 11:36 am
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A: 848 Goldberg Lane ;; morning

[When Mara wakes up, she's mildly astounded to note it was from a dreamless sleep. It's not a relief though, and she doesn't dwell on the matter. By now, the dreams nightmares, and voices are just as tangible in the waking world as in the sleeping one.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee gripped tightly in her hands, Mara stares rigidly ahead. Her eyes are distant, unfocused.]

B: John Doe Park ;; afternoon

[Having decided not to go to work today, Mara is out walking the park. There's almost the feel of a wild animal ready to lash out emitting from her; she walks with her shoulders tense, her hand drifting over the gun latched onto the belt of her dress.]

[[ooc: Mara is taken from an AU where she killed Luke during the Thrawn trilogy instead of his clone, but the images The Emperor had planted in her mind still continued to plague her after the fact. Topped with the feeling of being haunted by all the deaths she's caused, Mara is slowly decending into madness.]]
22 May 2012 @ 10:08 am
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A- around town ;; mid-morning/afternoon

[Oh look, there's a new make-up sales lady in town. Mara's been making her rounds, knocking on doors with an annoyed expression on her face.]

Look, will you just buy some make-up so I can go home?

B- 848 goldberg ;; evening

[Sorry Mal, but Mara's stolen your perch on the roof. She's sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest, gazing up at the stars with an unreadable expression.]
06 May 2012 @ 07:52 am
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So... is this prom everyone's going on about some sort of right of passage on Earth? If it is, then I feel bad for you.

[Seriously? You just go and dance around then somebody gets named king and queen? What is that?]
18 April 2012 @ 02:31 pm
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A: Out and about

[After recieving some rather unsettling news, Mara had needed some time to think. But she's never one to stay down and out for long, so the people of Mayfield can find her walking around town, taking everything in with sharp eyes. She may look like the average new arrival, other than the fact that she's also looking for someone.

Someone who would be much easier to find if she knew where he was staying...]

B: Various shops

[Shoppers, enjoy the sight of an increasingly angrier red-head arguing with the droids behind the counter.]

I just want to know where I can by some weapons. A gun. Anything!
15 April 2012 @ 12:38 pm
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A: Action - 848 Goldberg Street- Open to housemates and whoever happens to be walking by!

[When Mara wakes up, she knows something is wrong. The room is strange, and the light is far too bright to be anywhere on her ship. The deafening numbness that is the lack of the Force washes over her, momentarily paralyzing her to the bed in a moment of panic, before she realizes another crucial factor- her husband has disappeared. She remembers falling asleep the night before in his arms, and the final words he had spoken echoes back to her.

"The Force will always be with you Mara. As will I."

...Apparently that was far from the truth.

After pawing through the closest and failing miserable in her for something that didn't have flowers, or ruffles, or crinoline of any sort, Mara hitches up her nightgown, tearing it past her knees, and grabs the nearest thing resembling a weapon. Which happens to be a curling iron.]

Whoever took my saber and blaster better have a kriffing death-wish.

[Throwing open the bedroom window, Mara leans out, fully prepared to climb and slide down the drainpipe. There was no way she was going to act upon curiosity and explore the rest of the house, not when there was a blatantly simple exit right before her. She adjusts her grip on the iron, and put a foot up on the window's ledge.]