OPEN:
Standing face to face with a guard that must have been at least twice her size she’d tried to walk through the gates to cross the bridge, but had been met by a rather solid hand shoving her backward. “Oi hands off.” With raised brows she stepped back and stared at him, the colour flushing her cheeks as she began to get mad. “LET ME THROUGH!” Kicking up a fuss and making a scene like a child throwing a tantrum she tried once again before being thrown back, this time with more force, little care or regret on his face as he resumed his position, guarding the bridge.
Poking her tongue out at him she yelled “Ugly troll.” Amusing as he was guarding a bridge, had it not been to keep all the people trapped on this side. Turning around with her hands balled into fists, trying not to get herself arrested by attacking the big dumb dumb she slammed straight into someone, not watching where she was going, falling back to the floor with a huff.
Obi wan looked at the woman who had bumped into him, “Ma’am, I’m terribly sorry.” He stuck his hand out to help her up. His brown robes were kicked up by the wind, and the guard gave him a violent glare. He looked down and saw his lightsaber was now in plain view. Obi Wan pulled his robe back over it, and turned his attention back to her.
“It’s not worth the fight now, I promise,” he said trying to sound hopeful. Though that was hard. Since the ball, when his force powers were discovered, he had been banished to the slums. his home along with everything else, gone. All he had was his lightsaber. “They all, including the troll, will get theirs,”