Atton Rand & miscellaneous names (
suitably_heroic) wrote2015-08-22 10:57 am
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The Jedi Temple, Atton's Coruscant, 3949 BBY, Saturday
After Sparkle had left last weekend, Atton'd spent one glorious half day rolling around in ignorance for as long as he could. The next day, the then-upcoming date had struck him, and he had hidden away in his apartment and gotten spectacularly drunk. The day after, they had held a small, respectful mourning ceremony, and they had sat together and traded stories about Meetra for hours.
Well, the others had, anyway. Atton had mostly brooded in the back.
On Tuesday, he'd beaten the hell out of holotargets for hours. On Wednesday, Mical had yelled at him for aggravating his healing wounds, and shoved him in a kolto tank. On Thursday, still reeking of kolto, Atton had resumed lurking around his apartment.
Now it was Saturday, and Sparkle was showing up, and while Atton had only ten percent of his usual motivation to do this, he had left his apartment. He was sitting on the steps of the Temple now, smoking an Earth cigarette and glaring at passers-by. A more difficult exercise than it seemed; most foot traffic kept a respectful distance of the Temple itself. Still, he managed.
Somehow.
[[ for the kid, and phone calls, what have you. ]]
Well, the others had, anyway. Atton had mostly brooded in the back.
On Tuesday, he'd beaten the hell out of holotargets for hours. On Wednesday, Mical had yelled at him for aggravating his healing wounds, and shoved him in a kolto tank. On Thursday, still reeking of kolto, Atton had resumed lurking around his apartment.
Now it was Saturday, and Sparkle was showing up, and while Atton had only ten percent of his usual motivation to do this, he had left his apartment. He was sitting on the steps of the Temple now, smoking an Earth cigarette and glaring at passers-by. A more difficult exercise than it seemed; most foot traffic kept a respectful distance of the Temple itself. Still, he managed.
Somehow.
[[ for the kid, and phone calls, what have you. ]]
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Atton wasn't in the mood for the whole back-and-forth right now, especially not when he couldn't stop thinking about how much time he'd wasted.
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For a whole three seconds, anyway. "When did you get a degree in psychology?"
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And had made a whole career out of pretending to be much less perceptive than he really was which he'd never quite managed to shake.
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It was like kicking a puppy!
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Absolutely. But only with select people, and reluctantly.
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And he didn't. Not this week. "Keep whining about having to spend time with your friend. Oh no, how much is that going to suck."
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"Jealous?" she asked dryly, the weakest defence of someone feeling a little chastised.
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"You are more than welcome to go instead of me," Sarah drawled, for want of a better thing to say. "You can be Jenny's new friend."
She was aggressively friendly.
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Then: "Sarah, I'm not doing this this week. Have fun with your friend or something."
Click.
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When she eventually went to call Alex – again – she did so the non-powered way. Just to be sure there'd be no confusion this time.
Safer that way.