Luke Skywalker. [ hey, farmboy! ] (![]() ![]() @ 2009-06-30 16:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open |
who; Luke & Open!
where; Outside the apartments.
when; Early this morning! I don't know what time it is there, but pretend this is around 0500ish.
summary; Luke is uhh.. trying not to think about being fictional, maybe?
rating; Probably no more than PG.
At sixteen (and a couple of months), Luke Skywalker was about as tall as he was going to be (around five-and-a-half feet) and still very slender and boyish. With tanned skin that made his sun-bleached hair and bright eyes all the more shocking, dressed in coveralls that were open at the throat to reveal the sand-coloured clothing most Tatooine natives wore, and a heavy toolbelt slung low around slender hips, he could've been almost any other young mechanic. There was something a little.. different about him, though. Nothing obvious, nothing most people would really pick out.. but still. Unusual boy in some way.
Perched as he was on one of the brick balustrades that led up the steps to an apartment building, legs folded in a lotus position and parts strewn across his lap, he looked industrious and very focused, his pale hair glowing faintly under the light from the rising sun and leaving him in shades of pale blue and yellow. --He'd taken his PDA apart, and was now wiring something delicately into its innards, fingers callused, though long and fine and deft in their work. From time to time, he'd shiver, a nearly invisible thing that traveled the length of his body and shook his hands. He wasn't used to the weather in Colligo, having lived all his life on a desert planet that, even at night, rarely dropped more than a few degrees.
Still, he was doing remarkably well for all the things he'd learned in the few hours he'd been in the city-- mostly by keeping busy and not thinking too hard about it. If he did, he had a feeling it would make him a little crazy.
Something sparked in the PDA, and he yelped, yanking a hand away and sticking his thumb in his mouth, sucking briefly at the wounded digit. "Damn," he mumbled around his finger, dragging it back out and checking to see that it wasn't bleeding. ".. Stop bein' such a klutz, Luke."