alec mcdowell (tricksandtreats) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-01-27 10:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: naboo, alec mcdowell, jaina solo |
who: Alec and OPEN (or narrative)
what: Alec is being... Alec.
when: Afternoon
where: Refugee village
rating: tbd?
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He guessed he just didn't "have the Force" or whatever. He still wasn't sure on how you were supposed to reference it. Did you have the Force or get it or catch it? Whatever. Verbs were lame. Were those verbs? Again - whatever. Not important. He was pretty sure he didn't have it. Which was stupid, because if Max could tell him that it was something you felt, that meant she probably had it and what was so damn special about her? Oh yeah. Everything. Alec grimaced as he walked, with cultivated casualness, along the streets. Her stupid DNA and her stupid magical tattoos. Of course she would have/catch/get the Force. Maybe he just needed to focus more. But Alec had always been shit at meditation. His attention was caught too readily by just about anything. It was a wonder that Manticore ever considered him such an effective and worthwhile soldier.
But then, he was pretty good at things when he wanted to be. He had lifted plenty of little trinkets from the unsuspecting Naboo. If Max knew, she'd kick his ass and make him put it all back, probably. Which is why he wasn't sharing the information. He couldn't help himself! It was so boring. Maybe he should leave. It wasn't like he wasn't capable. Alec could pilot anything - he had enough training with enough machines and vehicles that when he went to do his little 'get the hell out of here' exam, he succeeded pretty effortlessly. Yet he still hung around. Not because of Max. Okay, because of Max. But he blamed it on feeling like he owed her. And the fact that, if she sniffed out how to get home, he needed to be as close to her as possible so he could catch that ride back as well.
He paused in his walk, moving to lean casually against the side of a building. It wasn't casual at all, in reality. He was casing. It was almost reflexive, the need to case and assess value and risk and worth. Alec stole what he had to back home, so why not do it here as well? Even a new galaxy still had old issues - like thieves. When he thought no one was looking, Alec deftly scaled the building he had been resting against. He swiftly and silently made his way to the top in order to get a better view. He liked it better when he was at a higher vantage point, anyway. Maybe it was the cat in him. Climbing to his feet, Alec took in the view. He had to hand it to Naboo - it was beautiful. Not in the tech-y, grimy way that cities were. After the Pulse, cities took on a dirty, dangerous sort of appeal that this place seemed pretty devoid of. It was relaxing.
Alec was strolling across the rooftop when he felt a sudden knot form in his stomach. A warning, like a reminder he was supposed to be cautious. He almost didn't notice it, until it suddenly seemed like warning bells were going off in his head. His brow furrowed, because that sort of feeling wasn't something he felt very often and what was there to be worried about- his foot his a roof tile and it slid out from under him unexpectedly. Alec tried to recover only to hit another that was loose. He thought absently that someone really needed to take better care of their house as he struggled to keep his footing. He failed and tumbled over, rolling toward the edge of the roof and Alec hissed a curse under his breath. So much for grace and stealth.
Just as he was about to slip off and plummet the three stories to the bottom, his mind quickly pushed the idea to reach out to the left. Suddenly there was nothing but air beneath him and he shot his arm out to the left... and found purchase in a railing. Reach left, swing right, let go, his mind chanted at him and Alec had no time and no choice but to listen. So when he landed firmly on a balcony on the second floor, he was shocked. He blinked stupidly, turning a quick circle to assess his circumstance. He climbed up the other side of the building - it was a damn lucky guess to assume there would've been a balcony. He didn't dwell there long, quickly working his way back to the ground. He took several steps back from the building to size it up. The fall wouldn't have killed him (thanks, genetics), but he would've definitely broken a a rib or two. Maybe even a limb. Alec marveled at his luck, folded his arms across his chest, and was about to congratulate himself on being amazing - as always - when it finally occurred to him. The feeling of warning about the tiles. The fact that he just knew his surroundings reflexively. Max said you could feel it...
"So that's the Force," he muttered, impressed. All he had to do now was figure out how to use it on command. That would open up a whole world of possibilities for him. "Sweet."