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              Mara Jade Skywalker               ( indie Star Wars rp )                    [ ;; crvenaruka ]                       the red hand          ❝ Victims run off and hide.              Prey runs off and hides.                But I'm not a victim.                   And I'm not prey.             I'm the Emperor's Hand.        I am the ultimate predator. ❞

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xconcealed:

                        a quick glance at the offending areas                  proved there to be no fib in the woman’s words —-                 both the dance floor and the bar were   filled  to the                 brim   with  people   either   already   intoxicated,  or                 were  looking  for  the comforting  touch  of  alcohol.                 she  looked  not for either of these  carnal  desires ;                 frankly,      all she wished for was beautiful silence,                 not the deafening hoots of alcohol-high, lust-driven                 human beings  who  would  no doubt wake up with                 migraines more painful than childbirth.

                                    ❝  that, i can see —————                                          i still cannot understand why these kinds of                                          establishments have countless patrons  ;  it                                          seems no more than a walking   brothel   to                                          me.  ❞

                                                        ❝  and while developing selectivity would be                                                              more than heavenly to me,  what i dislike                                                              is its connotation ——— that would mean                                                              that i frequent these kinds of environments,                                                              which is something i DEFINITELY do not do.  ❞

                       she laughed and nodded her head,                      and some arrant red tresses slid over her shoulders with                      the motion. she flicked them back into place with a                     practice that suggested it was something she did often                     as her eyes took in what her companion had.

                    the place was a mess, with its gyrating bodies and                     alcohol and a sad abundance of sick on the floor. it                     was not the sort of place she’d be if she had any sort                     of real choice in the matter. sure she loved to dance                     and she liked to have a drink now and then, but those                     things she preferred to do in the quiet of her home or                     with her close group of friends; if she had any that is.

                               ❝ brothels are almost better to be honest. those places                                at least don’t try to fake what they’re selling. you know                                those people want sex and enough booze to drown a                                person, while these places try to play it off as some                                well-had fun. I hate the lie. it makes me sick. ❞

                               ❝ that being said, why are you here anyway?                                 did you lose a bet or something, stranger? ❞

[crvenaruka]

legendsinthegalaxy:

     She’d noticed him and that alone confirmed his suspicions. She was Force-sensitive. Obi-Wan stepped out from the shadows and removied his hood.

     ”It is to my knowledge that you are Mara Jade, correct?”

      Her body tensed, stone and steel and her eyes were less kind upon the stranger now that her suspicions had been confirmed and with abundance. Her fingers tapped at her blaster and then the snap is undone, leaving the weapon ready for more use if needed. It’s not a display of intimidation – if he searched for Mara Jade then he should have been intimidated already – but a preparation for herself.

            “ And may I know the name of the one that’s looking for her? ”

[crvenaruka]

✘║ confession; the movie Stoker inspires me a ton when it comes to Mara’s last years. The relationship between Evelyn/India strangely reminds me of Mara/Jacen at the end. It’s all destruction and confusion and bitterness. They both have reached the point that they can’t understand the other and will not even try. And as they start to burn, she dreams of his death with joy, though only a few years ago he was still the Solo kid she’d known his whole life; the nephew her husband had trained and she’d loved dearly. They loved each other and then he crossed the line and began corruption of her son and she lost all caring of him. She went to Kavan meaning to kill him, never realizing that while he thought the same of her, he’d succeed where she would fail.

           You were supposed to love me, weren’t you?

Personally speaking, I can’t wait to watch life tear you apart.

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You were supposed to love me, weren’t you?

[crvenaruka]

xconcealed:

                        ❝  unfortunately for myself,  it seems as                                though  i  was not  gifted  with  the ability  to  be                              selective with my surroundings. if only, though.  ❞

           for reasons she cannot understand, she always            seems  to  be  hyperaware  of  her  environment,            what  with her senses taking note of things  that            would be called insignificant by some. like how            that rather chipper  fellow dancing in the middle            of the dance floor has had a total of fifteen shots,            and is  most likely to  look for  a restroom  in the            next … fifteen minutes.

                                        see ?  HYPERAWARE.

                            ❝  i do try to set goals as well ; my main one                                  for tonight would be to  escape this place                                  with minimal trauma.  ❞

               ❝ If you’re looking to avoid trauma,                     then I’d say, avoid the dance floor at all costs                     & only go near the bar if you’ve got a partner                     to back you up or a wicked left hook. Things                     get sorta rough over there. ❞

    mara rolls her eyes, lips turned into a small     smile as she recalls the last party she’d been     assigned to. with its bright lights & pulsing     music, it had been ripe for some rough action     & she’d not been let down when a guy with a     goatee tried to make a move on her when     she’d tried to take a break with some whiskey.     she’d punched the guy so hard she’d lost her     bonus as she’d had to pay the guy’s medical     bills in order to fix his once pristine teeth.

                     ❝ selection of things gets easier, I promise you.                      after a few of these, you’ll cut out the things                      you don’t need and focus on the pay you’ll                      get or the great sleep you’ll have when you                      get home and pass out. ❞

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Engine grime coated Jaina’s hands and the arms of her flightsuit. It was smeared across her face and across her tools. It didn’t stop her from worming her way out from the compartment she had wedged into and grinning to the older redhead who had appeared. “Hey, Aunt Mara.”

So many different questions she wanted to ask again, but the simple greeting would have to suffice.

[crvenaruka]

To smile was the easiest of things for Mara these days. She was prompted easily to turn her lips and to find joy when she’s in places like now, in the presence of her niece and oil-grease. Uncaring of the engine parts scattered around the floor and the scatterings of grime, she settled down beside the younger woman, her legs folded and face turned towards the girl. Idly it’s noted that there was some patches of grime that had wetted the fabric she wore, but she knew that before anything important happened she could easily steal and throw on one of Luke’s robes in order to hide the marks.

“Solo,” she acknowledged with a nod. “I see you’ve got your new parts..”

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                             she takes into account the word ‘pay’,                        pondering upon it for a second longer than necessary.                       though not truly  adept at reading into the meanings of                       key words, she simply assumes the best,  finding it to                       be much better than the alternative.

   ❝  ah, so it seems as though someone         knows my misery.  i honestly cannot         see how people last at these things.  ❞

               ❝ I usually find a drink to give myself                 some peace. that or zone out for the whole thing. ❞

    she has to laugh at her own words then, for she’s     speaking as if it’s easy to throw her mind out of     where she’s at and to focus only on what she was     doing in simple terms. reality is not so simple, for     she always had to be on point and mind at     attention, which took concentration.

                     ❝ to be honest, I make a goal – like                      getting through a particular song. ❞

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We gladiate, but I guess we’re really fighting ourselves… Glory and gore go hand in hand.

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                                                               weapon                                                                 whore                                                                nothing

the hunger games verse

As a child, Mara Jade of district 4 was taken from her parents with a specific goal in mind. She was a lovely creature – bewitching and promising – and so Palpatine, a man of President Snow himself, brought her under his wing to train and corrupt. She was taken out of the Tribute drawings and namelessly trained with the Peacekeepers and whores to learn all her skills. And when she was ready, she was thrown into a whorehouse as a secret assassin and lover of high cliental. The best came to her bed and the best she would either please or kill. She was a shadow, known through whispers as The Hand, and her judgment was a thing to be feared. They did not know who she was except that she was the best of lovers and the most skilled of killers. She was only a thing to be feared or fucked, and either way she was in flames, a thing torn from her beloved sea and forced upon her knees.

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mara and elsa at a wild party. elsa doesn't want to be there.

[crvenaruka]

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                                       ❝  am i truly the only one                               who thinks that such ways of fraternizing                                                   is a waste of time ?  ❞

           it isn’t as if she’s anti-social, per se —            this gathering, or so it’s called, simply            irks her more than necessary.

                                ❝ you’re not alone in thinking so.                            and if it didn’t pay so much, I wouldn’t be here. ❞

            she loved to dance – it was so easy for her          form to turn and shift – but these jobs always        meant really hands on guys that wanted things                         she was not gonna give.

[crvenaruka]

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate, Dear person I like, Dear ex boyfriend, Dear ex girlfriend, Dear ex bestfriend, Dear bestfriend, Dear *anyone*, Dear Santa, Dear mom, Dear dad, Dear future me, Dear past me, Dear person I’m jealous of, Dear person I had a crush on, Dear girlfriend, Dear boyfriend, Dear [insert URL here],

[crvenaruka]

femmevindicta sent: x

yo I might be feeling the need to make a like at some point. it would be hella to write with you anyways tho. we should plot something!! i could even work on a Star Wars verse!

oooh, yes please! I’d love to write with you. your blog is darling and super cool. any sorta plot would be awesome. a star wars verse or a inglourious basterds verse would be lovely.

[crvenaruka]

✘║ excuse me while I find and love on every Luke Skywalker in sight.

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femmevindicta:

✡ indie, moderately selective                                                           shosanna dreyfus from quentin                                       [ home ]     tarantino’s inglourious basterds

✡ mun has 7+ years roleplaying     experience on forums, tumblr,                                             [ ask ]     and other rp communities

✡ multi-ship and multi-verse, open     to all fandoms and most OC’s                                              [ rules ]     will rp with non-mutuals

✡ open to all kinds of roleplay      from au’s to canon ; chat to novella ;                      [ verses (under construction) ]     formatted writing

✡ all triggers and content warnings                                                 tagged appropriately                                           [ begin ]

✡ skype and twitter available for    mutuals upon request

✡ super friendly mun who is    super dorky and loves a lot of    au’s and verses

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wontfailyou:

Luke probably has a mild case of undiagnosed PTSD that not even he’s really aware of since he makes sure to deal with any issues by meditating. He figures if he has a nightmare or can’t sleep, he can work it out by clearing his head of any and all stressors. 

Mara figures this out pretty fast. She’s got him all figured out in only a short time and though she won’t say it to him, she does keep an extra eye upon him after battles for she sees a difference in him that she fears. After he’s quite and withdrawn, overly critical of himself, he won’t check his wounds and waves away all help. Sometimes he’ll stare at the wall with a blank look upon his face; as if he can’t believe he’s killed someone. He’s a Jedi, but he’s also still that farmboy that dreamed of the stars. And when reality of what he’s done does not fit with the boy he was, he withdraws into himself; quite unable to cope with it. She’s only able to mention it after a few years into their marriage. She doesn’t say it in full words – it’s more of a thought that she tells him, of how she worries about the past and it’s affect on them. She pulls him into her arms, speaking of her own past, but thoughts upon him. And Luke realizes what she does not say, leaning into her and understanding her words. The next battle they’re within, he comes to rest next to her afterwards, his hand gripping hers and they weave their force signatures together as one – connected in mind completely – thinking of the past that has led to this; they think of how the past built the future and they find some sort of peace. It does not cure them, but it allows a few moments of blessed silence from the pain.