WHO: Bruce Wayne and Padmé Amidala WHAT: Trying to clear her mind. WHEN: February 15th, 5PM WHERE: Random streets RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
It had been a few days since Luke had gone to stay with Scout at the Hyperion. The only reason Padmé hadn't gone with him immediately had been her own health, or rather the recent decline in it. Well that, and some part of her at the time had held out hope for her husband's return from the darkness that had once again enveloped him. Now, though, a few days later and with no change in his behavior in sight, Padmé was through kidding herself. Her Anakin was gone, lost in a sea of anger and hatred. Vader was all that remained.
The Hyperion, really, seemed to be her only option. Leaving the penthouse and going to stay the same place her son had taken up residence was the wise thing to do. Maybe, if she did that, she would be able to eat again. Maybe she might be able to do more than cry and sleep.
Still, for all of the logical sense that idea made, Padmé wasn't sure. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to put these problems at the feet of veritable strangers. Yet she couldn't figure out what else to do. And so, she decided to go for a walk.
Outside, the air was cool against her flushed skin. The sky was dark overhead even though it was mid-afternoon and the streets were far too quiet for this time of day, yet Padmé didn't pay any of that any mind. She was armed with a makeshift blaster she'd been given at Wolfram & Hart back when she'd still officially worked for them. She was also skilled enough in hand to hand combat to hold her own long enough to get away, should her weapon not work against her target. Really, though, she didn't think she had much to worry about. Most demons who roamed the streets knew who she was. They knew who her employer had once been. They knew her husband.
No. Not Anakin. Vader, she reminded herself fiercely as she crossed the street and headed away from her building and further into the darkness. They know Vader.
Tears blurred her vision at the thought but the woman kept on walking. Oblivious to much of anything around her, uncaring at this point of what might decide to trifle with her in this eternal night, she just kept moving and tried, as hard as she could, to come to terms with having lost the one person who had meant the most to her... and how she was going to keep living now that they were gone.
She was so busy trying to find an answer to that question that Padmé didn't see the person coming her way until she had very nearly walked directly into them. Coming up short, she sucked in a breath and turned her attention to them, a soft apology on her lips at the almost-collision.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." It sounded lame, flimsy, to her own ears, but she hoped it would suffice. Her heart just couldn't manage much better at the moment.