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The light is falling quickly over the skies of Los Angeles. Little stars skimmer in the black velvet math that covers the planet being consumed little by little by the rising sun and Syne couldn’t be anymore relieved for having her feet on the ground after a flight from the United Kingdom to the city where she decided to settle on.
She’s cruising through LAX’s busy corridors and a tired smile stretches across her face when she recognizes some her friends from British Airways. She stops the small trolley that carries her clothes and stops for a quick chat.
Syne smiles yet tired. She was soon to leave her flight attendant job for a more stable situation in the airport. After so many travels, she just wishes now to live in a city for more than one day. She already had taken care of her citizen status, and soon enough she would be helping book flights behind a counter. It was not the most exciting job in the world, but it was all she wanted now. A job with no serious worries, with a good salary and that allowed her to have time for herself.
Her girls from BA are late to return to London, so she leaves them.
Soon enough she’s crossing the lines on the car park and looking for her own. Many people had already offered her to give her a ride home, but she had decided that after an exhausting flight, all she really wants is to be alone.
She has to go around a poorly parked van, and suddenly she throws herself back against the other car, screaming in fright.
The cause of her fright was a man with strange garments using some telepathic ability to get a car in the air. He turns to look at her and the car quietly settles in the pavement. She slowly slides through the car and decides to escape running.
“Wait!” the man asks running after her.
“Leave me alone, please!” she begs running even faster.
“Excuse me… please! I need help!”
“Aah… I can’t help you, please go away! Get away from me, I’ll call the security in the airport! You freak!” she senses him too close and turns quickly hitting him with her bag in his stomach. He holds his belly and she takes the opportunity to run again.
She takes a turn and disappears from his sight. He looks around and scratches his forehead. Wherever he was, the people were not very friendly. He sighs deeply and takes a look around. Obviously a not very advanced civilization, for their aircrafts were still very primitive, and it seems that to travel they still use roadway vehicles. He takes a look at his figure. His thin braid would certainly give away his position as a Jedi Padawan, and his lightsaber… he sighs deeply again. He had lost his weapon when his ship crashed. Qui-Gon would certainly kill him for this. And where could his master be?
He realises the danger of letting that woman get away without an explanation for what she saw so he decides to look for her.
“Excuse me, miss…”
She turned to hit him again, but this time he was ready. Frustrated she warned him:
“I’m expected somewhere and I’m late. If I get anymore late than this they’ll be looking for me. And don’t think I’ll give you what you want.”
“My lady, all I want is a little information.” He smiles to show her he means no harm. “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I was on my way to Coruscant to meet the Jedi Master Qui-Gon. Apparently, I got lost. I also had an accident and my ship crashed not too far from here. Please, tell me… what planet is this? It doesn’t show in my maps…” he shows her a little device with some spacial charts.
She’s static and glued to the door. What was this man talking about? How to handle someone this insane? He turned to the airport.
“Is this building important? It looks like a division of the Senate. Do you think they could help me repair my ship and give me instructions about this planet?”
He turned when he heard the door closing. She was inside and getting away from him again.
“Well, that’s not good…” He takes a look around. Maybe the Republic had never contacted this planet. He should investigate.
(Information, I decided that Obi-Wan found a black hole in space while still a padawan and was sucked into the our planet, coming from that galaxy far, far away to our very own where there’s no influence of the Republic or the Jedi. Of course he doesn’t know this yet, and of course he doesn’t know Anakin yet. So to whoever has Anakin, please take it into consideration for future reference. Yet, of course your Anakin would know Obi-Wan (the older version!). I just had to go with the padawan because he’s so sexy!  )
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"You meet the one you think your going to spend the rest of your life with. Throw in a precarious situation here and there. You almost die. She saves your life. You get married. You think it's going to last. But then, as much in love as you thought you were. Your lives change, you change. The love you thought you had, it drifts away. It slowly drowns in a sea of sorrow." he stopped instaly, raising his pen from the notepad laid in front of him. Debating whether or not he should write anything more. Nearly expressionless, he continued. "It's like a drug at first. Intoxicating, relaxing and an obvious addiction. But like all drugs, the feeling eventually wears off. This is my theory. Love is nothing but an illusion. A remedy for happiness. It never lasts."
With those last few words added to the prologue of his next project, he slapped the pen down to the table and leaned back in his wooden chair, looking up to the ceiling. Robert Lewis was a recent divorcee, now in his mid-thirties with nothing to do in his spare time but write a novel reflecting his current belief that true love doesn't exsist. Because of her, because of Celine. The ONE woman he believed to be his equal, his other half, his... soulmate. He couldn't have been more wrong. Then he thought, maybe... just maybe this was how it was meant to be. The short life they sared together would eventually become the inspiration for a potential best seller. Torment, heartbreak and sacrifice would lead to a boost in his career.
"Not gonna bloody happen if I can't get past the first damn page." he blurted, violently clearing his desktop and standing up. "I... I can't do this." he mumbled, pacing the hardwood floors of his dark-tinted, Los Angeles based apartment. "Not now. Not like this..." he took a deep breath, forcing back the tears that cursingly taunted his emotion. He grabbed his jacket and keys and rushed out the front door.
It was a beautiful day in Centre Park, in sunny Los Angeles. Mother's playing with their children. Young lovers sitting quietly with each other, exchanging bashful gazes. It was typical, but the view brought a smile to her features, no less. As corny as it may sound, this is EXACTLY what she wanted, what she'd always dreamed of, but could never find. Love. It didn't need to complicated. It just had to happen. And yet, it was the hardest thing to come by. For a twenty-eight year old, attractive female who wrote about NOTHING but love, she was ashamed of her publishments just for that fact alone.
"How can you write about REAL, untamed, once-in-a-lifetime love and NOT even know what it feels like?"
She didn't expect her question to be answered. Her dragging thoughts being spoken aloud, and eventually answered by the handsome stranger blocking her sun. "That's because, in our reality, it DOESN'T exsist." he informed her harshly, seating himself next to her without invitation. "It's complete fiction for the wandering mind."
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"Kimberly Domino, would you step forward and sign this paper please? Yes, no not the green line, that's for your boss. You sign on the lower one, the red line."
'Kimberly Domino, how un-like me at all. Maybe i should tell them that i prefer to go by Kim? And why does she have to be so mean about the fact that I didn't almost didn't sign on the right line. If I’m a new Defense attorney, shouldn't I be treated with respect?'
All of those were some of the many thoughts going through a young Miss Kimberly Domino just out of college grad's mind.
Along with some people she'd not noticed in her excitement to come to her new job prepared, she was shepherded along with the others through a door, down a hallway that had windows on one side. Kimberly looked out them, and audibly gasped.
'How can the grimiest cities look so breathtaking?' she thought inside her head. She kept walking, and staring out the window, watching the sunrise come up. All the pretty clouds, lit up with shades of red, orange, and gold, with a little lavender mixed in.
"Keep moving please! You! The one gawking like a tourist, would you please move it? We are here for the same reason, to get to work! So MOVE IT!" a voice practically yelling in her ear. She assumed that since he was by her, he meant she was the blockage in the busy hallway, even though she was keeping up with her group, albeit, barely, but she was still with them.
"Sorry, I'm going, and to your comment about me being a tourist, I am. I've never been to L.A. before, and now I've just moved here, and..." she faltered. She looked beside her to notice that the man wasn't by her any longer. "Talk about rude, I was talking to him!" Nobody noticed her fury; they were all going to work after all. And they were all top lawyers, what branch they were apart of she had no clue. But she did know she was just about to become apart of that group.
'Me, a top lawyer! O, life is good!' her day couldn't go bad, she was sure of it.
Kimberly found that in her daydreaming she had got behind the group, and struggled to find where they had gone. She scanned the crowd, though it really was to no avail. She had a clear disadvantage, she was a petite woman, barely reaching 5’5” on a scale. She then tried a different tactic by going as fast as she could through the hallway, meaning to get to the end, and hopefully her group would miraculously appear. Kimberly got to the end, and her hopeful mood immediately turned sour. Even her hopes of a new job in a great new town to meet new people were squashed. What would happen to her if she wasn’t with her group when they got to the place they were supposed to? Oh dear, I have a bad feeling about this,
She contemplated her options. There weren’t many. She could either wait here till she rotted, head back, and hope they forgot all about her, or she could keep going, checking rooms till she found her group. Upon that thought was the only one Kimberly felt any good feelings about. After all, they must be looking for me, I am the new DA after all. That thought gave her comfort, and she was on her way.
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“Catch, would you move to the left a tad? No farther, a little more, a tad more. And- was that necessary Catcher Block?” the woman said exasperatedly.
“Look Mary, you’ve had me moving in my seat all morning, and I haven’t even done anything yet!”
“Catch, do try to understand,” she spoke to him as if she were speaking to a child, and Catch picked up on it immediately. Because he knew he was getting infuriated over nothing, he calmed down. “The country’s top law firm of which has spent millions of dollars to become the firm for young aspiring lawyers. So, to help these young lawyers, Masterson and Smith Associates wanted to grant immediate entrance to the top six budding lawyers in the country. As in, a free ride, immediate work, and a partner, an experienced older lawyer to show them the ropes. The very best one, a young 23 year old female, Kimberly Domino has gone missing. None of the officials are worried, but she is holding up the interviews. But Mr. Masterson is confident that Kimberly will find her way, she is after all, a top lawyer.”
What the hell does that have to do with being able to find a room? Does that mean if you’re a lawyer, you’re an expert navigator? He was tempted to say that, but only gave Mary any indication that he was listening was his non-committal sound, sort of a grunt that he gave.
Then a thought came to him, and he spoke, startling Mary since they had gone into a lapse of conversation. “But Mary that has nothing to do with the fact that you keep telling me to move my bloody arse all around this seat. So why are you telling me to?”
“Oh just for the enjoyment Catch, just the enjoyment of bossing you around.” A young man came up to her, and she immediately became serious again. “Oh blast, we’re running out of time to hope that the girl will come on her own.” Then, her face lighting up, she turned back to Catcher and said, “Catch, we’re running low on people, and we need to find that girl. Would it be a terrible imposition if you would go out and search for her in these hallways?” As she said that she showed him the hallways on a map that the young man next to her produced out of his pocket. “See, it would only be here, to here, and shouldn’t take to long to find, the hallways will have long since emptied as those who need to have already gotten to work. Please Catch?”
How can I refuse that face? If I find Kimberly, she is going wish she never me. “Sure Mary, just those hallways? It’s done. And don’t worry, I’ll have her back here in no time.”
“O thank you Catch!” and she proceeded to hug him, causing Catcher to become extremely embarrassed. Mary saw his embarrassment and smiled inwardly. About time he’s felt something. Since she died, he’s just never been the same. Who knows, he may like the young lawyer who’s causing such a stir!
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Los Angeles certainly looked different to what she had expected. The road was so dry and the sun so pleasurable to endure. It was perfect!
After checking into the hotel and unpacking her belongings, she left for some quality sun time, something scarce where she came from. She walked across the road, thanking the sun for every ray that was soaked in by her skin. Being quite a slim woman, she was not afraid to remove some of her clothes while sunbathing in the park, but she was sure to keep her hat over her face. It was something she didn’t pride herself over and walking into the bathroom in the morning was one of the downs of her day. She lay down her towel on the dry grass and lay down to fall asleep.
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A hand was on her stomach and another on her hand. She was being raped! Her eyes shot wide open and she jumped two feet away from where she was originally sleeping. A black haired man was sitting tat two feet away with a look of astonishment on his face. Abi held out her hand. She was breathing heavily.
“..S…stay…” she managed.
“But…miss…” he began. Abi put down her hand as she noticed he was polite and hadn’t made an attempt to retry going after her.
“It’s 11:35 pm” he finished.
Abi looked up to the sky to see it was as black as a chalk board with a large white chalk circle emblazoned on it. She felt a little embarrassed. She put her hand over her face. She couldn’t look at him and she begged him in her head not to look at her.
“Er…yes…thanks….thank you…..”She stumbled as she tried to pick up her towel with her one free hand.
“Er...I’m just gonna…you know….” She tried her best to walk calmly away, but her towel caught her feet and she tripped. The man ran to her side and took her hand.
“Are you alright?”
Abi was sure to keep her hand over her face, until that moment. Luckily, her hair made up for it as it had fallen into her face. The man pulled her to her feet. He looked at her. Abi suddenly realised that she was in front of a man, he was looking at her, and her hand wasn’t over her face! She quickly returned it to where it was before she tripped with a gasp.
The man set a confused expression upon his face.
“Why are you covering your face like that?” he said in a soft voice. Abi didn’t answer, but turned around.
“I’ve got to go. My…er…I have to feed my dog.” She smiled weakly and walked back to her apartment.
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It was a dull, dank day in the Los Angeles area. The clouds above painted the sky with puffy wisps of brown and were threatening to shower the streets for the second time in one day. The crowded street was crawling with people trying to get from Point A to Point B without becoming a victim of the next down pour. Generally, rain showers came far and few between in L.A. It didn’t hurt, however. The locals could use something other than the sunshine. It seemed everyone was decked out in fun colors for the sun, but now that it was raining black rain parkas with matching umbrellas were worn.
Just inside a Starbucks café a young woman, Stacia, sat sipping her hot grande café mocha staring out the front window at the passer bys. People watching was always one of her favorite pastimes, when she had time for a pastime. Currently, she had been working at her own office as a physical therapist specializing in knees and elbows. It was good money, but lousy for a personal life. It didn’t allow much time for relaxation when you were on call twenty-four hours. She could count on her colleagues to run the show when she wasn’t around, but there was always some patient who wanted to speak with her personally or stretch their joints personally. It became irritating.
The rain was beginning to sprinkle the ground once again. Stacia checked her watch and groaned as it was time for her to return for her first afternoon appointment. Her mocha was nearly gone, just a bit of foam and whipped cream on the bottom, so she tossed the cup away and threw on her dark purple, knee length jacket. She strapped the belt around her waist and pushed her purse up farther on her shoulder. The soft chime above the doorway rang, announcing a new arrival into the café. Two woman walked in, laughing in high chirping voices. One was even carrying a small dog in a carrying bag. It was the typical Hollywood cliché. She also had blonde hair. Another cliché. Not that Stacia hated blonde hair, but she wouldn’t be caught dead with that color. Even if you’re the most intelligent person on the planet it stills posts an ‘airhead’ sign across your forehead. How stereotypical.
The air was cool and surprisingly refreshing on the street. As much as she would love to make her next appointment on time, she was just in no hurry. It was rare she got to be in any kind of weather below 90 degrees in the middle of the summer. If she hadn’t actually witnessed it herself she would have checked to see if hell froze over.
“Damn!”
Stacia jumped when she heard a male voice swear in front of a vending machine. He was wearing a long black cloak, tall black boots, a black shirt and basically black everything. She rose an eyebrow at him as she watched him kick the candy machine. It was really something to see. No one else seemed to notice the man. They walked around him, allowing him to curse out a machine. A frown appeared across her pale features.
“Um… excuse me,” Stacia said. She moved a couple feet closer. The man hadn’t noticed her.
“What is this contraption?” He yelled out loud to no one in particular.
“A vending machine,” Stacia answered.
The man jumped and looked at her, startled. Stacia couldn’t help but drown in his eyes. They looked empty, full of emotion, pain she guessed. They were an astonishing cerulean blue that popped out against the black backdrop of his clothing. A thin scar fell over his right eye, giving him an intimidating look. His jaw squared with his teeth clenching. Not someone she’d want to meet in a dark alleyway at night. At least not if their was a candy machine down it.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Stacia asked, a little weary to get any closer.
“You wouldn’t happen to have an extra transmitter on you?” His voice was attractive when not yelling. It had a certain flare to it she couldn’t quite place. He definitely wasn’t from California. Though, if you couldn’t guess that by the clothing the voice certainly wasn’t going to fool you.
“Excuse me?” Stacia frowned. A transmitter? Who was this guy kidding?
“I lost mine. I need to contact someone.” He spoke as though he were saying the sky was blue.
“Um… I have a cell phone?” She stated. “Who are you?”
“I am Anakin.”
“Anakin, right.” Stacia nodded as though she understood. “Well, Anakin, I’m not sure what a transmitter is or why… you’re… wearing… look, I have to get back to work. There are plenty of payphones around town. L.A.’s a busy city you can see….”
“L.A.?” He interrupted.
“Los Angeles?”
He looked at her confused.
“California?”
He scratched his head.
“The United States? Earth? Does any of it ring a bell? Are you suffering amnesia? Because, I know a good doctor who…”
“Earth!” Anakin yelled. His face lit up excitedly. “Wow. I really landed way off course. I knew I should have made a left at that last asteroid. R2 owes me. Never trust a droid with directions.”
Stacia blinked.
“I’m gonna go now.”
“Wait!” Anakin put a gloved hand on her shoulder. Stacia looked at his hand and with that small gesture he removed it. “What is your name?”
“Stacia,” she said.
“May I see you again?” He asked.
Stacia wasn’t sure what to say. She looked into Anakin’s eyes. They looked hopeful. A small smile began to spread across his face. She wouldn’t have thought it possible for such a hard face to smile. It was sweet… in a strange sci-fi sort of way. Maybe he had just been at some comic book convention. That would have explained the creepy outfit. Would she have said yes if he had been wearing normal clothes? Perhaps. Anakin was a curious person. What could it hurt? It was L.A. Strange people walked the streets everyday.
Stacia dug through her purse and pulled out a small, off-white colored business card.
“Here is my phone number. Call the cell phone first.”
Anakin took the card and looked at it sideways. He frowned.
“I really need to get back to work now,” Stacia exclaimed. Anakin looked at her nodded.
“It was good to meet you M’lady,” he said. His voice was sugar coated and sounded wholly sincere.
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Last one. Hmm... it looks large, that could be it. I had been shuffled with others, so maybe thats where they are.Kimberly took a deep breath, and then exhaled. she took another one, seeing as her heart rate was still up too high. And one more. Here goes. If this doesn't work...she stopped her train of thought. Kimberly really had no idea what she was going to do if this next hallway with a large room didn't work out.Just think she thought cynically. the acclaimedKimberly DominoHigh school track and debate star, lost her job before she even started. Mum always said that I was too ambitious, that i should settle for a man who wants me and settle down to have kids. That i should set my heights lower than hoping to be a famous lawyer. Like trying to get a fella... Dear god, i better not have to go back to the Islands... this WILL work And Kimberly promptly stomped down all her doubts of her job and self-worth. They would just climb up again, but now was not the time to have an attack of the nerves.
Kimberly plodded on, carrying her dark brown briefcase that she'd been instructed to buy after she'd been given the job. Kimberly remembered waht the lady had said to her about her old carrying device. thought it had not been fashionable, it hade been servicable, and extremely cheap. All it was an old backpack from schooldays long since past. "You're not going to carry THAT around with you, are you?" the lady had said with disdain dripping from every word. She then had continued without waiting for Kimberly's response. "From now on, if you work for Masterson and Smith Associates then you will looklike you work for them. We have an image to uphold. None of this backcrountry stuff that you Islanders eem to find respectable. get a dark mahogany briefcase before you come to LA." The woman had left without saying a goodbye or how Kimberly was to pay for the briefcase. It had taken nearly 3 months salary working at both the local burger joint and at Dairy Queen, with no support from her parents. They felt that if she wanted to be so uppity and leave the San Juan Islands that her family had called home for decades, then she could do it on her own. Insufferable jerks. At least i don't have to live in the same house as them, or even the same piece of land!!
As she continued on down the hall at a steady pace, she passed a waterfountain and immediately backtracked till she was once again next to it. She bent to take a sip, and thought as she did, Walking and worrying sure wears you out! She smiled for the first time since she had gotten separated from the group. Kimberly greedily slurped down the water.
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Catcher was fed-up. Hungry. Thirsty. And not to mention royally pissed-off.If that broad doesn't show up soon, I am gonna bloody kill somebody!
He turned the corner of the dead-end hallway he;d just looked in. After exiting the room that everyone was supposed to meet in, he'd taken a left and then a rightto check the hallway he'd just vacated. Thoguh he hadn't htought she'd be there waht with it being a dead-end hallway. He moved his head away from the paintings on teh wall that had caught his gaze to in front of him. Catch took a left ,passing the main room, and nearly was mowed down by a fastly moving object or person, he wasn't sure which, jsut that it DID NOT help his present mood.
After colliding and righting himself he picked up the fallen suitcase that had slipped out of the-he glanced at the fallen person, and he found it was a she-woman's hand when she had fallen. Typical of lawyers, carrying a briefcase. Do any of them not? he thought humorlessly. Maybe later he could find some humor in the situation, but not now, when he was so angry at that woman.
Catch put the briefcase in one hand and held out his other to offer assistance to the fallen woman. He was always gallant ready to help someone when needed.
Kimberly took the hand that was offered to her, and pulled herself up. Well, tried to. She couldn't really move very well in the constricting skirt that came to her knees. Astutely, the man realised this, and put down the briefcase and held out his other hand to help more. She put her other hand in his, and couldn't help noticing how his dwarfed her's. Kimberly had never thought of herself as small, but even this slightly above average man made her fell tiny, and she wasn't scared.Amazing...
Once she had been successfully lifted up, Catch asked her,"You wouldn't be by any chance a Miss Kimberly Domino?"
O damn, I'm in big throuble now."i am Kimberly Domino. Why do you ask?"
Either she had no idea how much trouble she was in, or she was effectively hiding her feelings. Catch was going with the second idea. After all, she's a top lawyer, she can hide her feelings, no matter waht.
"Miss Domino, do you get lost easily?"
Kimberly flushed prettily and smiled, and Catch almost gasped. He'd noticed a little thrill when she'd grabbed his hands, and he'd noticed how pretty she was. Not to mention soft. Catch had felt the softness of her curves when he'd ran into her. But when she smiled, her whole face lit up. Her strikingly emerald and gold tinged eyes showed hints of mirth and and an easy nature. And her mouth, gorgeous. Her right side turned up at the corner, showing snatched of pretty teeth that he could tell were well cared for.
"I suppose i must. But I guess the other problem would be that I enjoy nature to the extreme, and I'm still a tourist. The wonderful sunrise this morning, well, i just couldn;t resist watching. But then i got laft behind my group, an am hoping that i can find them before it's too late."
"Well ma'am, I'm Catcher Block, a magazine writer, and I'm doing a piece about these up and coming lawyers that Masterson and Smith Assc. are basically helping start. Since you have taken a long time in getting here, one of the production leaders asked me to go and conduct a search for you. And here you are. Now if you will join me," he held out his arm "We shall be off."
Kimberly took his arm, and couldn;t keep the giddy feeling out of her smile. She was happy, and she couldn;t say why. It might be this gorgeous man who has my arm. Or maybe it's because he smiled at me. Maybe it's because he's got me tingling all over, only in a nice way. Who knows, but i like it!
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Syne closed the door behind her and immediately got rid of her shoes. Those high heels were killing her, though they were absolutely gorgeous on her long legs. She carried the shoes in one hand along with the keys and pulled the trolley behind her.
“Chrissy? Are you home?” she called, but there was no answer. Syne shrugged and put the keys on the little table where Chrissy had also left her the mail that should have arrived in last few days.
She took it and carried on towards the living room. She immediately saw Chrissy’s laptop on the coffee table, and a mountain of CD’s she should have listen to while looking for the inspiration to write.
Syne smiled tenderly. It was the perfect roommate situation. Syne was always travelling and rarely at home, and Chrissy loved to spend her days at the house and working on her creative mind. That could be changed very soon though, when Syne began her work on the airport and not needed to travel that often.
Her mail had nothing interesting. Some postcards from friends telling her about the Caribbean. She had travelled to the Caribbean for so long in the beginning of her career as a flight attendant that she discards their joy. It was normal to her. Other than that, merely bills to pay.
She crossed the hallway and got into her room. Chrissy had been kind enough to open the window and let the sun come in. Syne went to her private bathroom and closed the door. She turned on the hot water and undressed before relaxing in the full tub. It was refreshing and comfortable. She had to be careful or she would fall asleep in there.
But she wouldn’t. Her mind was still restless since she had seen him lift a car. He was obviously looking for something but the way he lift the car without even touching it… how could someone do that? It was disturbing her even more the fact that he had acted as it didn’t matter. As if it were absolutely normal to do that.
His questions sounded like a mad man, but that one fact that he had that strange power couldn’t let her be at ease. She wanted to believe that it had been her imagination, that something else was happening and she didn’t see it. Maybe he was using some kind of support to lift the car, she didn’t exactly explored the situation.
“Ah… Syne! Drop it. It was a strange episode… not any more strange than when your plane was nearly crashing in the Atlantic but miraculously managed to reach to Ireland. You just need some good hours to sleep!”
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Later, she was waking up with a strange and repetitive beep. Her eyes were so heavy she knew she had only just fallen asleep. Her curtains were closed and the sun was blocked outside. This beep wasn’t a sound she was familiar with, so it took her a while to understand that this beep was coming from her purse.
“That’s not my cell phone!”
Heck, she didn’t even have one to use lately. Suddenly, a strange event came to mind. She remembered the immediate precautions they were taught when in training to be a flight attendant. The strange beep suddenly got her attention and she got out of bed in a second. She grabbed her purse and opened it slowly. There was a small object with a blue light flashing. She was a bit reticent about picking it up, but then the beep stopped. And for a few moments nothing more happened.
She dared to pick it up and stared at it for a few moments. If it was a bomb, it didn’t appear too capable of doing a lot of damage. She turned it on her hands, and saw an almost invisible button. While staring at it, the beep began again and scared her away. She dropped the thing on her bed and it seemed to have turned on or something because the blue light passed onto green and a voice came through it. It was full of static but she could recognize the strongly accented voice of the man she found on the airport car park. So this was his. She remembered when she hit him with the purse. That object must have fallen into her bag without them realising it. The message was repeating itself.
“ … name is Obi-Wan Kenobi… transmitter malfunction… black hole in space and I’m lost in a planet not within the Republic…”
His voice faded away into a strange dissolving sound, leaving only static and then as if the power of the darned thing had finished, the light stopped flashing.
She sat on the bed with the small object of her hands. She had no idea what to think of all this, but her mind was giving a solution she couldn’t possibly accept.
But could it be true? Could this stranger be… an alien? Could he really have come from a different planet? That would explain a lot…
No, no… most bizarre idea! Of course, he was just insane… deluding! Yes! That was it.
Time to restore her sleep and tomorrow when she had to go back to the airport she would deal with the situation.
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{ALRIGHT-- so this REALLY sucks. Just know that I had writers block through this whole entry, and you'll notice that it's quite boring and drags on. I'm sorry.}
"Complete fiction?" She repeated after him, staring upon his dazzled gray eyes. Her own revealing confusion and disbelief. "Nonsense. Love is like air, without it, we can't breathe."
He looked down and saw the journal sitting on her lap. 'Of course... she's a writer, I knew that.' He took a deep breath, welcoming the fresh air into his lungs before taking an uninvited seat next to her. "Love is the very thing that chokes the life out of us. Therefore, we're damned both ways."
Chrissy shook her head in disbelief. WHO was this man? WHY was he talking to her? WHAT was his reason for loathing love? And as she looked deeper, past the emotional front, and into his eyes, she found her answer. Pain, anguish, torment. Three things she often felt, but many times ignored. Yet as far as love was concerned, she'd be considered a fool for it. Love was a writer's ultimate requiem.
"You've never been in love?" She questioned, not quite prepared for the silence that had fallen between them.
"I, I..." Robert opened his mouth to speak, but instantly found himself at a loss for words. For each one that escaped his tongue, he found himself immensely stumbling. Then he sighed and calmly spoke, "That's crossing a VERY personal boundary."
"Obviously," She agreed. "I was only asking. You don't have to answer, or be rude for that matter. Remember, your the one that appraoched me."
"Fair enough." He spoke softly, revealing a small grin. "Your a writer?" Robert quickly added, wanting a change of subject.
"Right. How'd you guess?" She raised an eyebrow slightly at him, then felt her notebook in her hands. "Well, as if that weren't obvious..."
He chuckled, which felt a bit strange, this being the first time he laughed in quite some time. He shook the thoughts and parted his lips to speak once again. "Would it be too much if I asked for your name?"
She blushed slightly, "Chrissy." She couldn't resist that voice, it was sweet with a tint of dominance. "What about you? I mean, what's your name?"
"Robert Lewis." He answered instantly. "I'm also a writer, just like yourself."
"Interesting." She nodded. "What do you write? Or, should I say... what's your specialty?"
"Oh, ummm..." He shifted slightly, unnerved and a bit hesitant to answer. "Right now, I'm doing a piece on love. Or lack there of. Basically, my belief is that it doesn't exsist. It's a mere illusion for happiness. Both of which don't last very long before it fades."
Her eyes grew wide and she only looked at him as if he'd just grown an extra head on his shoulders, "Your crazy. I could understand if you've suffered from a broken heart OR two in your life, but to NOT believe in love? I think your insane. See, I can relate just writing about it. Because I have. BUT-- love is the MOST important thing in this world, without it... life is meaningless."
"Love is a drug. It's addictive, and it kills." He argued.
"It can be equally dangerous as sensual, but in the end... it's the ONLY real thing we have."
He groaned, "Darling, this is the real world, not some twisted fairy tale you dream about. Let me personally welcome you to it. Where love is ONLY a game we play, and sometimes believe it'll last, but it never does. Where lust, power, obsession AND betrayl are all that matters. And love and friendship is meaningless."
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Everyone has been doing such an awesome job on their roles!! I love reading them. 
Here's my next little part. Sorry, it's kinda short.
Anakin waited for Stacia to walk a little ways away before he stopped to watch her leave. He looked at the small card she had given him and frowned. This planet was so far behind it nearly made him sick. Who uses a telephone when you have transmitters? He would be now that he had lost his. He almost hoped someone would find it and try to figure it out. Perhaps they would accidentally contact Naboo. That’s where he had temporarily been living. Not for long, though.
Now that Naboo snuck up on him it nearly made his heart sink. Anakin retraced his steps back to where his racer had landed after it malfunctioned. It was on a small secluded beach area that had water as far as the eye could see. Palm trees stuck out and brightly colored flowers decorated the scene. It was peaceful and relaxing. The only thing that irritated him to no end was all the blessed sand. He was never a big fan of the stuff. It was hard to walk in and it managed to get stuck in places that he didn’t think it could get stuck in unless you purposely put it there.
Anakin released a sigh and heard R2 bleeping on the other side of his racer. R2D2 was the only person… well… thing, droid he had left. The poor thing was having a hell of a time itself trying to get through the sand, especially since it had turned to damp gunk from the rain. He hadn’t moved far from the spot Anakin had left him in. He would have taken R2 into the city with him, but he wasn’t sure who or what lived on the planet he now knew as Earth. Not every creature in the galaxy was droid-friendly. It didn’t take him long to realize he had made a smart move by leaving R2 behind. He hadn’t seen any sign of droids, robots or anything. It was a deprived planet indeed.
Anakin pocketed the card Stacia gave him after he had been done fumbling with it. He had to shift his light saber to get to the pocket he wanted. When he put it in there he felt something else that was thin and pulled it out. It nearly tore his heart to pieces. He hadn’t put it there, but he knew who did.
“Padmé,” he whispered quietly to himself. He heard a bird begin to sing in the distance. Padmé loved birds. She also loved sand. One of her few flaws.
Anakin held onto a small picture of him and her laughing together on the porch of their shared home. Her mother had taken the picture wanting to capture the happy moment they had been having. He couldn’t remember what had caused the mutual giggle fest, but he did know it had turned into his and hers favorite picture between the two of them. It was a rarity that they both let their thoughts run wild and just laugh out loud. What with him being gone on missions from the Republic it often caused them to worry and often fight. He did truly love her, though. More than anything and now it was almost certainly over.
He closed his eyes for a moment to stop the threatening tears that had welled up from falling. He turned the picture down so he wouldn’t have to look at it and saw that a message had been written on the back. It was Padmé’s hand. He didn’t want to read it, but he knew he had to.
Dear Anakin,
I am sincerely sorry about what happened between you and I. You know as much as I that it was for the best. Please do not worry for me. I wanted to leave you with one of our happiest moments. You are so sweet and kind. You are my breath of fresh air when I feel like I am choking in dust and fog. Keep me close to your heart as I know I will do the same with you. Perhaps our paths will cross again. You are my best friend and I will always love you and never forget you.
Love, Padmé
Anakin no longer tried to hold back his emotions. Tears spilled and his vision became blurred behind a curtain of sorrow.
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Abi made her way up to her room as quickly as she could with her towel held closely to her chest and her hand over her face.
She shut the door firmly behind her and fell onto her squashy, double bed. Various thoughts ra through her head. How had she fallen asleep? Had that guy been watching her the whole time? What would have happened if he hadn't had woken her up? Had he seen anything?
She stood up and walked lazily over to the mirror. She removed her hand and gazed at her face. The large gash that hasd once bound her to her bed was healing well, though she continued to curse the knife, herself, and her husband, well ex-husband.
Was that man in the park really tryig to help her? She ran her hand over her cheek, where the large slit had been. All that remained was a very faint line. She smiled at the fact that she didn't have to cover it up anymore.
She would go back to the park the next day, wait for him and apologize for leaving so abruptdly. He deserved a proper thankyou in the very least.
The next morning was like the last, sunny and warm. She awoke to a feeling of a fresh start. She dressed as quickly as she could and ran over to the park, without hiding her face! She felt a wave of freedom sweep over her as she lay down her towel and sunbathed.
A while after, a familiar voice interupted her snooze. She shielded her eyes against the blazing sun and sat up.
She looked around the park, and sat under a tree, several yards away from her, was the man that had awoken her last night. Again, his hair was like black curtains that hung infront of his eyes. This time she noticed what he was wearing. A pair of old brown trousers, and a blue, slightly scruffy shirt. He had what looked like a brown cardigan tied around his shoulders and a hat that was half on his head.
She made her way over to him.
"Hey!"
He looked up, squinting from the sun.
"Abi" she held out her hand for him to shake which he looked at and shook with a feeble smile.
"Christian." he replied, not taking his eyes off of her. Abi looked at what he held in his hand; a large notepad and pen.
"You write?" she asked, quite unsure whether he minded her looking or not.
"Yes, I...I'm a writer."
He had quite a strong, British accent, something she hadn't noticed last night. She wondered whether she could be brave enought to drag out the meeting. She sat down on the grass beside him.
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