Amelia Solo (babysolo) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-07 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | amelia solo, darth caedus, willow rosenberg |
WHO: Amelia Solo, Darth Caedus, and Willow Rosenberg
WHAT: A meeting between father and daughter turns deadly.
WHEN: Right after Xander's death
WHERE: Outside the Hyperion
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
WARNINGS: CHARACTER DEATH
Jaina was gone. It was still so hard to believe. Amelia felt as though she were walking around in a daze, her heart stuck in an eternal lump within her throat. Her heart ached for the loss of a woman who, in her own time, had been a sister, mentor, and friend to her. Granted the Jaina here wasn't one she'd grown overly close to, but that didn't change the fact that she still loved her aunt-turned-sister, and her death hurt.
Truthfully, Amelia wasn't sure why she'd contacted Caedus. Part of her had wanted to simply see him, to ascertain with her own two eyes that he was still alive, unharmed by the events that were plaguing the city. She supposed another part of her, however naive, didn't think it was fair that he was alone at a time like this. For all of their differences, Jaina had still been his twin sister. Surely, Amelia reasoned, her death hurt him as much as it did the others.
So she had contacted him, and he'd agreed to meet with her, and now here she was. Standing in front of the Hyperion, just out of reach of the cameras, in the exact same spot where she'd been given her motorcycle but a few days earlier.
It seemed hard to believe, that just a few short days ago she had turned eighteen. She'd been happy, too, or as happy as she could be given the current events. Her family, most importantly though, had all been alive. Maybe not getting along, but they'd all still been here.
Not anymore, though, some dark voice whispered in her mind. Amelia frowned, told the voice to shut up, and drew her knees up to her chest with her feet resting on the bench she was perched upon. Her arms looped around her knees, her chin resting upon them as she stared morosely into the night that surrounded her. She could sense vampires and demons of all sorts, hovering nearby, mere blocks from where she was sitting. None of them approached, though. The Hyperion was known for being a dangerous place for their type, and the girl with the lightsaber strapped to her hip was possibly even worse.
Jedi, it seemed, were beginning to earn a bit of a reputation amongst the underworld.
Sighing heavily, Amelia glanced left then right, searching for any sign of the man she was supposed to be meeting. "Please be okay," she whispered almost inaudibly. "Please. I can't lose anyone else." A true enough statement, at the moment, yet she had a feeling just by saying it she was likely tempting fate in some twisted sort of way.