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Tweak says, "Holla at yo boy"

Luke Skywalker. [ hey, farmboy! ] (offthisrockplz) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-06-30 16:23:00

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!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."

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ex_organa727
2009-06-30 03:12 pm UTC (link)

Leia wasn't sure she wanted to believe what people were telling her, but it was hard to deny that something was off. Her talent with the Force was more natural that something skilled, but if there was one thing she was sure she knew how to do without risking doing it wrong or misinterpreting, it was knowing her brother's presence and feeling that bond they'd somehow had all along. That bond, however, felt weak and he felt off. She couldn't quite explain it, but Luke felt different, disconnected. It was very unnerving and left her with a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach that she did her best to ignore.

Instead, she decided to take matters into her own hands and seek her twin out herself. She took only a moment to make sure her blaster and the lightsaber Luke had constructed for her and insisted she carry were on her person before she headed out of the room she'd been given by Force knows who and followed the feel of her brother's presence in the Force until she came upon him--

And her eyes went wide.

He was...young. Not like he should be, but...nothing more than a teenager. If not for the fact that she knew Luke's presence when she felt it, she would deny this was him. But this...she couldn't ignore it. This was Luke and he was...oh, Great Gods, they were right. He was but a teenager.

"...Luke?"

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offthisrockplz
2009-06-30 09:48 pm UTC (link)

Glancing up at the sound of another voice, scrubbing his thumb off on his coveralls as he did so now that he knew it wasn't bleeding, he glanced warily in the direction of the voice. This whole being fictional thing meant that people gave him funny looks and asked weird questions, and he wasn't sure he was entirely comfortable with it all. But-- no, she looked familiar, somehow.. and she was carrying a blaster! Good, she was someone from his dimension, or at least one similar to it.

"That's my name," he chirruped, tone cheerful, moving the parts off his lap and onto the small platform behind him as he hopped off it to extend a hand. "I don't think I know you, though." Unless this was Princess Leia. .. Oh, holy suns, what if it was? What was he supposed to do?! What did you say to a princess?? They'd never covered that in school-- after all, what Tatooine native ever so much as dreamed they'd meet anyone more impressive than a particularly infamous gangster?

Then again, if this was Leia.. considering what he'd heard.. he was going to get to know her anyway, so he supposed it didn't hurt to start now. Maybe he could get some straight answers about the whole future thing, too.

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ex_organa727
2009-07-05 03:35 am UTC (link)

Leia was unsure of how to go about this. A dozen thoughts filled her head, mental shouts of outrage about how she shouldn't know more about the Force and being a Jedi -- she refused to officially become one, after all -- than her brother did. Had Luke even learned to utilize any of his talents by now? No. She knew the answer was no. He hadn't met Obi-Wan until he was older, after their father's step-brother had purchased Threepio and Artoo from the Jawas. That had been years ago for her, yet hadn't happened yet for him. This place had effectively transformed her from the twin sister to the older sister. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.

She put on her best kind face, not wanting to appear frazzled to the younger version of her twin sibling, and offered, "My name is Leia. Leia Organa Solo."

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