SAND STORM

indie rey from star wars.

[astramajestic-a]

all movements have to beware their own successes. the progress they make reinvents the society they work in, && they must in turn reinvent themselves to keep up, otherwise they become hollow echoes from a once loud, STRONG VOICE, reverberating still, but to little effect. their consequence diminishes… dwindling adherents become ever more shrill && strident… protecting their own shrinking space rather than understanding that the voice of the times has moved on && they must listen before speaking. it happens in all organizations. it is fatal to those who are never confronted by a reckoning that forces them to FACE UP && GET WISE.       ( indie padmé amidala // penned by ducky )

[elevenwheeler]

creep // radiohead

[dustmade]

001. STRANGER [miimicked]

                      ❛  i am going to be leaving soon. i don’t need to EAT. besides, i made you  MISS A WHOLE DAY because of the crash. ❜          was this a moment of weakness? mystique wasn’t exactly sure. the dust continued to kick up, and she pulled her scarf over her mouth, BLOCKING the wind. she wasn’t even sure how this woman was able to SURVIVE such a place. the heat was almost too much, and she felt UNCOMFORTABLE keeping her form when the heat was beating down on her   ❛   it is the LEAST i can do for ya. take it or leave it. it doesn’t bother me ❜  

            the truth is thick on rey’s tongue.   ------   when you land here you are STUCK... or it feels that way. she’d seen more than one stranded traveler GRADUALLY lose hope in the face of crushing reality.           ❝ you can’t help that you crashed. you’re not the first and certainly not the last.   ------   be careful with who you contact for REPAIRS or RESCUE. they’ll GOUGE you if they can. ❞           not that rey had anyone coming for her, she’d never TRIED to get off this ROCK before. 

            with a breath she secures the scrap to her speeder, calloused fingers working quickly.   ( she needed to be here when her parents returned. )   rey pushes hair into her scarf and offers the other girl a hand. there’s room for another on her speeder.            ❝ you can stay at mine until the storms over   ------    i’m REY and i’ve been here since i was small. ❞

[vangoghgoth-deactivated20170518]

plz choke me. either in a sexual way or lethal way. I’m not picky

[dustmade]

001. STRANGER [miimicked]

                                     a PILE of metal laid between the pair as the dusty wind started to PICK UP, taking the curls of her blonde hair and flicking them across her face at her TWISTED UP face.          ❛     i just don’t WANT IT anymore, alright?? stop asking so many stupid questions. they   are   yours.   ❜        //       @dustmade

            she looks at the other girl for a long moment before cautiously gathering up the metal scrap.   ------   will the stranger be able to EAT if she’s giving away what amount to a day’s a spoils? not to DOUBT her, but it’s just that kindness has been difficult to come by lately on jakku, even more so as unkar gets more and more stingy with the portions. there’s a moment of pause before rey motions to the stranger.            ❝ i just don’t want you to starve because i was going to miss a day. i’m not trying to take your GIFT for anything less than face value i’m just    ------    surprised that’s all. ❞

[dustmade]

001. MASTER SKYWALKER [manichaeisms]

Anakin wasn’t exactly thrilled to be back at the Temple, especially once he learned what his summons were for. He had enough on his plate without adding this to it, but the Council said jump and if he refused, he would pay for it. Still, that didn’t make him any happier about it. He had fought the notion of taking on a Padawan for years, and being forced to take one on that he not only had no interest in but had also never met was downright insulting. All masters had the right to choose their own apprentices - even his own had chosen to honor Qui-Gon’s request to train him and would have been well within his rights to refuse. But not Anakin. He was the Chosen One, whose choices were all made for him, it seemed. 

He was holed up in one of the many Meditation rooms littered throughout the Temple, chain smoking and assuming he’d be left alone til he was needed. When he felt the gentle shift in the Force that meant someone was getting close, he turned, frowning at her as she walked in the door.

“Unless you’re the kid they want me to take on, scram.” Even more than he didn’t want an Apprentice, he didn’t want to be bothered. It was rude of him, sure, but he because of who he was, he tended to get away with his rudeness more than most. Normally he was warm and welcoming, particularly to younglings, but the Council had a unique way of bringing out the worst attitudes in him. “I’m not in the mood to babysit.”

           it isn’t her fault that she’s being foisted upon someone. she certainly didn’t MEAN for it to happen and — an unwilling master? who wants one of THOSE. --- but here they are, her hand at the end of her lightsaber out of habit and a frown on her lips as she looks at him.             ❝ rey. i’m rey. and if you’re Master Skywalker then i do believe i’m the one they want you to babysit. ❞            she pushes strands of hair behind her ear and looks at the man across from her with the sort of dull boredom that couldn’t really be feigned. she is HALF afraid that is going to neglect her until she demands to be moved, or worse find her an unfitting student and demand another.

            it isn’t HER fault she’s being foisted on someone, but she’s aware that she’s being ASSIGNED rather and requested, and she doesn’t expect a warm welcome or any sort of mutual fondness.    ( though, she knows some relationships between masters and padawans are UNCONVENTIONAL and that is’t a BAD thing, all the time. )                ❝ i’ll do my best to be out of your hair, Master Skywalker. i know you didn’t REQUEST me, but i just want to learn, and believe it or not i can be a decent student if you give me the chance. ❞            all she wants. the chance.

[dustmade]

001. ANAKIN SKYWALKER [thcrmonuclear]

               VOICES THUNDER AROUND them, an untamed chorus of sound characteristic to the Padawan dining hall. Contradicting emotions imbue the air with glitters of excitement && awe && anxiety; a vast swell of subliminal energy Anakin can lose himself in if he concentrates on it too hard. 

               He sits alone at a table in the far corner of the room, isolated from the other Padawan learners, whose resentment for him is as unyielding as the cacophony of their conversations. The Chosen One, the boy who broke all the rules by simply having been accepted into the Order. He is too old, too different, too emotional, his past as a slave only serving to separate him more from the others. Anakin’s gotten used to being alone. He’d much rather be ignored than ostracized, but both leave a certain kind of crookedness in his heart; a longing to prove himself the best of them all, && to see them tremble for their misconceptions. 

               They’re just jealous of you. Scared of how powerful you are — how powerful you could become. 

               Anakin’s grip tightens around his fork, sullen ire invading his expression as he spears through his meal. He’s so lost within his own thoughts that the appearance of the other Padawan nearly has him jumping out of his seat.

     ❝ Wha— ❞ Master Windu’s Padawan: Rey. That much he knows from the classes they’ve shared together. He bristles immediately in the face of her nonchalance, immediately defensive at the idea that he might have to share Obi-Wan with another Padawan. ❝ For how long?! ❞ The question almost sounds like a demand. 

            SHE’S NOT AFRAID OF HIM though part of her feels she SHOULD be. he is the chosen one. a fact touted often enough that when they aren’t right to his face, other padawans MOCK it behind his back. power doesn’t scare her. not his, not anyone’s, not when she’s had the baptism by fire that training with a sith lord has been.   ( she is not a sith lady. rey is a knowing pawn in her father’s game, but it’s all she’s known. she has no complaints. )   he’s hardly subtle about how he feels for his master, jealousy an emotion that would surely get him scolded by any of the elders. goodness knows she’d had those first seeds of envy worked out of her with more laps than she could begin to count.

            ❝ look, don’t work. i’m sure it won’t be too long. and master windu said that both master kenobi and the council had agreed. i will ANXIOUSLY await the day that my own master returns. it’ll be --- a month at longest, positive. ❞             which --- she’s well aware that’s MORE than long enough to raise his hackles but rey’s curious what color he’ll turn. 

            diplomatic missions aren’t short, and often are prone to being extended. a month is hopeful of her. she doesn’t know much of anakin or his disposition outside of having seen him in their classes as younglings, and now that darth sidious finds himself particularly interested in his progress. it is impossible not to see that anakin is strong. the strongest among them, she’s sure.

            ( it may sound odd, but she knows she knows she respects him because the thought of fighting him makes her heart rate pick up. she does not FEAR him, but she has a healthy respect for those stronger than she is. )

[dustmade]

001. A GHOST [jedialone]

     frustration brews steadily inside her as it has been over the past few days, past few years even, like a pot of water over fire.  only now, though, it seemed as if she was finally reaching a boiling point.  & he understood, he truly did.  as a man who many praised for his patience  ( he had enough of it to manage teaching anakin skywalker, & that was enough to give him praise )  obi-wan knew he, too, had reached days before where it was heavily strained & near snapping.  only, in this situation, he could understand the receiver of her frustrations as well.

       it’s been a long time since he has manifested in the physical & it is the first time he has shown himself to someone other than the offsprings of anakin skywalker.  reaching down a clouded rope to an someone new using strength hardly used is difficult but still achieved.  the faint blue figure of obi-wan kenobi –– master. general. hermit. –– flickers into view behind the girl.  his eyes are tired but his face is kind with the faintest smile at rey.  it’s only another beat before he speaks.

        ❛   you shouldn’t be so hard on him, rey.  luke has every reason to be as hesitant as he is.  i think you know this.   ❜

            SHE’S TIRED.  full stop, end of the story. nerves frayed and yes, she’s stomping through the forest.  alone.   --- she’d HOPED that being a student of luke skywalker would be an almost magical experience and that everything would click into place.  in reality, rey finds the entire thing, and the man himself, an exercise in frustration.  so she mediates and she tries to quell this small, pit of anger at the center of her stomach.  THEY HAD SAID that there would be no easy road for her... and she gets it, she knows it, but --- FACING IT is something entirely different.

            and forgive her if she half jumps out of her skin when confronted with the shimmering figure of a man whose voice she half knows, BARELY recognizes.  force ghost.  she’s heard of them.  gotten a half recounted story of how they’d appeared at pivotal moments in the past among the few words that luke had deigned to speak to her.

             ❝ i’m not hard on him.  it’s reasonable to be frustrated. a monster was made and others are left to deal with it.  BILLIONS have died.   I need to do something about it he’s --- STONEWALLING me. ❞            rey is not a patient person.  all her patience has been used in waiting for parents that seemed never to return, and consolidating EVERYTHING that has happened in recent months has been --- hard.  near impossible.             ❝ if he doesn’t want to teach me --- i just wish he’d tell me. ❞

[dustmade]

OOC. finally have access to the other laptop and can get my fancy icons back. rejoice.

[dustmade]

BOLD what applies to your muse

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happilyish / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / interested / divorced / separated / verse dependent.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children / wants no children / verse dependent

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIE

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / realist / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / depends on who you are / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / depends on who u are / unknown.

BELIEFS

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / n / a.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / i am one.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

[dustmade]

                                                SO SHE RUNS.

                                    private, selective, multi-everything. 

[jedialone]

         ❛     i’ve lived my life in the structure of THE JEDI ORDER.  yes, it was an organization with a goal but it was also a family.  i said it myself : anakin was my brother.  i had many brothers and sisters.  & fathers & mothers.  & even a strange little green uncle  …  i don’t have that home now.  i don’t have that family.  almost every friend I’ve ever had is dead.  i –– i’ve never thought about it in exactly those terms, before.  it nearly took my breath away just now  …  ALMOST EVERY FRIEND I’VE EVER HAD IS DEAD.  most killed by sith evil.  & i’ve never lived without the jedi order to fall back on, to help me when things went badly.  what does it mean to be a  JEDI ALONE ?              **previously negctiating  // by cosmo/bo

[dustmade]

as a child there was a little bush (barely more than a weed) that started to grow besides rey’s shelter after a light rain a couple days before. rey tended it the best she could, even flicked water at its leaves so she didn’t drown it. it was the first time she saw a desert flower.

her grief when her little bush died was brushed off by unkar --- 

“if you can’t survive in the desert, you don’t belong here. the flowers that do are prettier for it.”

[dustmade]

001. STRANGER [warcraftcr]

       The smell of rusting metal and abandonment fill the air, even if there are to walls to restrain it, blue eyes shifting around until they had laid upon a small, clearly underfed ( were every person on this FUCKING town starving?! ) but she set appearances behind and stepped closer.

     ❝ Would you have a moment to speak in private, REY? ❞ Such an odd name, KING in spanish, not queen, not noble… KING, masculine, much like the activity she was doing and her poorly fed appearance, the boy had a very unique taste to say the least, but who was she to Judge? One with tastes that fitted better into men, and that demanded respect like one, hell, she actually did held some admiration for the excuse of a human being close to her. The woman allowed a smile to appear on pale lips.❝ If you don’t mind in accompanying me in a lunch. My treat. ❞

             she doesn’t know the stranger. it makes her slow as she wipes grease off her hands, gathers the sweat off her forehead with the back of her sleeve and she lets out a long breath. HUNGER is a powerful motivator --- a dangerous lack of regards for your own safety tended to be a fair push as well. rey slips off the side of the car. but as --- much as she didn’t know the woman something made her lingeringly curious, and here’s to hoping it wasn’t something saying she should turn her down. the a-shirt wraps to her frame and rey purposefully glances around.

             ❝ are we not alone now? ❞            half a joke. half inbuilt fear of the police and the warning to RUN from CPS officals she’d had as a kid.             ❝ sorry. uh, sure. we gonna be quick or should i warn unkar, my dad, that i’m going out? ❞            she’s looking for an excuse not to. running off with pretty women’s never really gone WELL has it?       ---      it hits her a moment late.             ❝ wait, how do you know my name? ❞

[togrutan]

i mean… they all shared a jacket so…

[dustmade]

001. STRANGER [@wnyn]

            she might be --- abrasive sometimes, but she’s not HARSH to those who are undeserving of it. a tinge of her own personal awkwardness has her UNSURE if the figure before her is ALRIGHT, her upper teeth coming to cover her lower lip as she tugs her scarf closer.              ❝ i don’t have much --- but do you need something to eat? we could share. ❞

starter!!

[dustmade]

001. GENERAL HUX [starter!!​]

             ❝ if it were up to me you’d be killed for what you did. ren as well. yet you got away with MASS MURDER and here we sit.  --- tell me, what BANTHA FODDER are you slinging to manage that one? ❞            being force sensitive doesn’t mean she’s PEACEABLE per say. more so she is small and angry with eyebrows set as she stares at him from across the table. TREATIES. what the KRIFF.

@huxyou