Lux Levaun

He didn’t hear any noises.

Remaining cautious, he checked the gun in hand to make sure it was loaded. It didn’t seem that she was in trouble as of now, but—

And then he heard her voice.

Letting out a sigh, he put the weapon away, following the source, only to find a tear in the plastic.

Was she going to explain?

"Um-- I am trying to find something to wrap my arm up with." she explained.

Feet sauntering along the surface of the floor, the odd female reached outwards and wrapped her thin fingers around what seemed to be a roll of gauze. Well, what was left of one. The supplies nowadays had always been scarce, Lux didn't know if this was the way it was before hand or after-- the 'incident'.

Folding his arms and leaning against a wall as the droid worked, Anakin glanced over at Lux, frowning with concern. The constant emotional feedback of her fear was beginning to put him on edge as well and he was increasingly curious as to what exactly she found so terrifying.

Each minuscule movement was taken in by her nerves as a vigorous attempt to harm her-- whereas Lux was fully aware that this was technically the /purpose/ of coming to the medical centre. Petal soft tiers would twitch as the bacta was applied, then the bandage. As the medical droid managed to wrap the new bandage around her arm, the female stood up and backed away around two to three steps back, offering a kind gesture that took the form of a gentle leer.

"It really is, /nothing/." she lied to both herself, and the knight. Lifting a hand and tucking a lock of brunette hair behind her ear, she'd lift her alabaster hues and glance at the blaring white light.

Something told her then, as she looked towards the bright white luminescence, that she might as well just spit it out.

"I-I mean, I just-- I don't know why he acted the way he did, he was fast, extremely agile, and well, at his best when it came to uh..." she trailed. "Killing, I guess would be the correct term..." her lyrics paused for a moment before those silk vocals arose once more.

"When I say it is nothing, I mean-- His attitude was, peculiar for someone who was hired to take me... I doubt he planned on actually delivering-- more so had plans of his own." taking a light step to the side she'd look up at Anakin, scanning his facial complexion for a mere moment before looking down at her arm and shrugging hesitantly.

The chances of her telling the truth were exceptionally low.

He hadn’t noticed the design change hues, instead, intrigued when she simply walked past him, acting as if he was of no danger to her. Deciding it best not to follow after, he took light steps towards her location, close enough to if he talked a bit louder, she would be able to hear.

Palm reached forwards, her digits dance along the counter; veins pumping an odd shade of that sanguine liquid which most other beings had-- something she found especially interesting was the lack of water that resided within her system... She thought she was human, and, well, most others did-- a perfect example of this misinterpretation was standing right outside the garage a few paces to the right.

Alabaster hues would fluctuate over each one of the supplies that lay idle in that cabinet, other arm starkly holding her general mass upwards until she pivoted on her heal and walked outside of the garage. The way that Lux carried herself was also fairly interesting, she was very, very, light on her feet-- by that it must've meant that she was either exceptionally light weight, or was extremely agile... Possibly both?

Tilting her head in the direction of the upstairs window-- which, for the most part was covered by plastic and what looked to be a few boards --the female cocked her head outwards in the direction of the familiar voice,

"Actually, quite alright--- I just..." her voice trailed much like her mind, only for her to extend her hand behind her and pull the jagged, homemade blade from her belt band. Placing it in between pearly whites, she leaped forwards, taking a good grip on the frame that surrounded the garage before holding onto it tightly.

Kicking her foot upwards, she outstretched an arm and took a slippery hold on the windowsill, drenched in dust and pollen, making it difficult to hang onto, 'Make haste' she thought.

Reaching out her other appendage, she poked her nails straight through the flimsy plastic and held on tight, leaving open opportunity for the knife to be pulled from within her teeth, and used to cut a ghastly gash in that withered plastic.

"There." she'd speak once more, vocals smooth yet loud enough for the brunette to hear, the effort at the end of the single word must've made it evident that she wasn't pulling any tools from any tool shack. Pulling up her bodily mass, and taking a swift grip onto the the top of the window, she swung her legs inside and hopped right in.

Bewildered at the unexpected reply, his jaw slackened. It was one thing to find someone who seemed friendly in some sense— but this girl was insane. A woman from another planet? Not to mention that she was a slave to her father.

He was unable to hide the confusion, only gaping at her.

What the hell was he supposed to say to that? Daring to put the gun down, Joel gave her a doubtful look at the offer. Quickly shaking his head, he remained in his place, not wishing to close the distance between them.

Alabaster hues flickered in his direction watching the male closely after his odd question; cocking her head to the side as he gaped with what seemed to be confusion and bewilderment-- in fact, that's what it probably was.

"I-I beg your pardon?" she dropped the flower and took a step or two back; petal soft lips down curving at their edges whilst her brow creased and she took on a look of utter confusion; nearly mirroring his own look.

As neutral as this male seemed, Lux got a weird vibe off of the male-- he seemed full of sorrow, and he was hanging onto something that really-- was just weighing him down... Well, that's just the vibe that she got, there was no point to vocalizing it considering it could quite possibly make him more hostile and more dangerous.

"I have never allowed my head to come into contact with a hard object that may injure it, not willingly nor has someone successfully accomplished such an action," her words flowed outwards like smooth lyrics, and she began to look at the wound on her arm-- the one that was tightly covered-- and it was beginning to hurt.

The most odd part was, when this wound began to hurt-- the design that hung around a good portion of her bodily mass that was not formed by ink, began to darken-- as though the blue pigment was slowly being drowned in obsidian black.

"U-Uh, let me just--" pivoting on her heel, the banshee walked out of the odd little corner; passing the brunette haired man without hesitance only to turn right-- and pass into what seemed to be, an abandoned house, an abandoned garage.

She did seem to be clueless, her actions completely relaxed as she examined the flowers. Though a bit convinced that the female truly was unaware of the current events, he still remained wary of her presence.

Flaring her nostrils slightly, the effeminate would take in the scents of her surrounding-- certainly noting the smells and scents that seemed to pass by with ease. Eyebrows quirked and she looked around a bit, mind beginning to wander with caution, Lux stepped off to the side and knelt down with care.

"I come from the planet Tatooine, a large desert biome in a galaxy that isn't necessarily close to this one." perking the edges of her lips, she'd reach a her hand outwards and take the grasp of a more limp, and decayed flower-- one much like some of the bodies she'd seen earlier.

Pulling it back, she stood up and sighed softly, shaking her head and rolling her shoulders gently.

"You've most likely never heard of it-- half of the civilians on this planet-- in this galaxy, haven't." her words had suddenly become more stern, more-- confident, take it or leave it. Until her gaze met the barrel of that gun once more.

"I uh, was a slave on the planet of my former residence, a slave to my father-- I had a brother, but-- he's back home, and er-- With the war, going on, I doubt my brother's alive... I wish I could see him again." the vixen rambled, twiddling her thumbs before looking back up to the male,

"I hope my father isn't still breathing." she mumbled beneath her breath before grasping her reality and smiling a bit,

It didn’t seem like the infected— solely judging by the pattern of steps. Still, he took precautions, waiting a couple of minutes to see if the noise would soon stop. But of course, it didn’t. Rather— it seemed to get closer.

Pistol firm in his hand, Joel slowly rose up, gun pointed squarely at the first thing he saw. Eyes set on the female, he gave her a questionable look at the attire.

Steps careful, hips swaying pertly, the naiad reached out a palm to allow her finger to prick along the edge of a flower, her once even pressed lips had curved at their ends, mending together a precious-- and quite rare smile filled with wonder and joy...

Just how mistaken did she have to be in order to feel such positive despondency at a time like this?

Words-- raspy and gruff, Lux lifted her cranial mass and narrowed alabaster hues of vision clenching her fist, she took a step back and eyed the male cautiously.

"M-My clothes?" she questioned, "My clothes are problematic?"

Petal like tiers trembled, and she slowly placed her hands at her hips, eyes following the barrel of that gun with every fiber of her being,

The snow came to an abrupt stop seemingly, Melting in an almost straight line as if the city had been cursed to live in low temperatures  Snow and blizzards. The neon sign in front of him read ‘Now leaving City of Angels, Goodbye~’, Mocking him with the pure unadulterated lies it dare advertise. With a sneer, ‘Kai returned his gaze to the road and kept walking. The light of a nearby gas station was illuminating the skyline with a pale white; The road nearly invisible until it connected to the shady building on the road ahead. 

Pulling down his hood, His crimson hair fell over his stained optics, Shadowing his brow as it furrowed with concern. Where are you even going? He thought to himself with a shake of his head, A soft chuckle falling from his lips as he thought about the stupidity of his actions. As if he could just walk away from it all, If only it were that easy. 

Scuffed, Buckled combat boots clinked softly as the soles padded against the concrete; Laces tied loosely left room for the baggy black jeans that he wore to be tucked inside, 3 vertical stripes sitting across his thigh. Though hidden, The 3 belts that sat across his hips were studded, Catching any light the desolate area had to offer. The long black coat hung down to his thighs, Little silver crosses keeping it closed across his chest in a military fashion. Large black hood hanging around his neck. All given to him by his friends, The ones he was leaving behind. It would be better for them. He reasoned. 

Approaching the gas station, ‘Kai had barely glanced up for a second before he noticed the girl standing Idly by the road; Dressed like an outcast, Much like himself. Clutched between her fingers, The bottle of water dripped condensation. Chimera was a smart man, And made a few observations in his own head before approaching her. “I wouldn’t drink that." He spoke softly. “There’s condensation on the outside of it, Which means its either been filled recently, Or it was in a fridge." His head canting toward the station, He glanced over at the girl. “Looks like the only thing on in there is the lights." He returned to meet the girls eyes. “I doubt he filled the bottle out of the goodness of his heart." 

Thin creme flustered digits shook, the tremors that fought their way to the surface of her skin seemed to make things much more difficult for this little vixen; her nails had taken on a pressured color of white-- possibly due to the way she held the bottle, tight and firm. Condensation running over the bony appearance of her hands, indicating that she was quite the thin one, and certainly not one who /over/ ate.

Plastic had become ice cold, and she could feel the object slowly slipping from her grasp; so she held on tighter-- lips trembling and eyes doing their best to adjust to the dingy L.E.D. lights that hung from within the station, casting quite the bright glare, this petite female held one hand to her forehead in attempts to block out the vicious glare that had haunted her thin facade ever since she left the minuscule establishment behind her.

Letting her hand fall to her side the naiad stepped forward and off the ledge of the pavement, starry opticals dragging themselves over the appearance of her surroundings... Desolated and empty was right, nothing out here but that terrible smell of burnt plastic and garbage... The rubbers of her old worn sneakers squeaked along the oddly smooth coated asphalt, until the words of the wise came to her hearing modules-- allowing for her gorgeous complexion to be turned she'd face the source of said voice. While her cranial mass turned; her body shifted with her, the light reflecting off of the odd obsidian decoration upon her waist and legs-- it coated her like skin tight clothing, except, good portions were hidden beneath her adornment.

"I-Is that so?" she'd ask, lifting the bottle and letting the luminescence of the blaring light peek through; causing her eyelids to flutter over both eyes, only to come out of it with one squinted shut as she observed the most-likely drugged beverage, of course, she didn't know that.

The female's feet took light and gentle steps, as though, eggshells lay beneath her bandaged pads; awaiting their inevitable crushing at any moment, prepared to send the girl running in the opposite direction. No one would of guessed what Lux really was, she seemed perfectly human-- was certainly poor, and the norm for a girl her age, no?

Well, let's just say that Lux Levaun is far from normal.

As they entered the medcentre, twain alabaster luminaries would gently glide over each individual present; some human while others were not. Clearly either the girl had been hit so hard in the head that she didn't recall seeing a place like this, or never received the kindness of having her wounds tended to.

"I-I'd guess so-- but-- he was..." smooth vocals would trail, placing the brunette in an odd position as she contemplated speaking with Anakin again or not-- was it that she was far to afraid that she'd irritated him enough? The last thing Lux wanted was this brute feeling like he was babysitting, but maybe that was what it truly felt like on his part.

It didn't take the female all that long to make one thing clear to herself, she was scared. However, fear wasn't a first, this young woman alone had experienced it too many times before, as though she was the hero and fear was danger, it always seemed to find her. The wooden bench which she found herself placed upon was beginning to splinter, it was old, and clearly worn. How long had it been there? Years if not decades. Each thought of this particular seat ran across her mind as petal soft lips parted and smooth fingertips ran themselves across the aged oak, small shards of it's other side seeming to perk up and prick the very tips of her fair toned digits. The contrast between the feelings were odd, it was like a freshly bloomed rose petal in all it's glory, soft, smooth, bright and luminous, being dragged across hard, cold, and stiff sandpaper.

It was another feeling, which was all too familiar to forget.

The sunlight sat high above, it's rays dancing across the clouds and each cloud of humidity it managed to find-- but those thin clouds of mist could only filter through the brightest of light, light which would sit on Lux's brunette locks-- locks of which that would cascade down her shoulders like the cool spring waterfalls that collapsed over hardened stone.

Whoever this man was, he was aware of the proper manners someone should be taught, but when you have sat in the same boiling hot sand underneath a crumbling cement roof; and then you're delivered to this place that could only be described as a paradise for miss Levaun... You forget things.

"Ah yes-- my apologies..." the bright gleam in her eyes disappeared, as she stirred together the proper choice of words that would be used to speak to the individual opposite of her. "Lux Levaun... it's a pleasure."

With his nod and a somewhat confirmation of no further words, Lux could feel a ping of relief being shot through her, which helped with the relaxation and pain that followed so closely behind.Clearly this Jedi knew that she was scared, and was more than aware of the intimidation that stalked her no matter who was beside her. Lux wasn't always so shy and afraid, ever since her father's attempt to attack her had become reality, she was as fearful as ever.

"N-No... I was knocked out cold." she replied, sticking close to the male and checking her surroundings every step she took, as though she expected the kidnapper to leap out and grab her-- much like what the assailant had done in the beginning.

“Yes, hello.” He replied. “What are you doing out here?”

Was Lux human? She wasn't sure, not even she knew of her own origins, it was as though everything remained a mystery to her and that was just the way things were going to be for a while now. This male however, he gave off an interesting vibe, the vibe that she got when she was in the presence of a Jedi. It wasn't easy when upon new faces, to determine what it was that they happened to be. Whoever this male was, hopefully he was as kind as the smile which he wore.

It was still too unclear to him who she was as a whole. There were things that he wanted to ask, have her clear up for him, but he was too timid to ask them. Alone? It was a mutual feeling for both of them it seemed. Broken and alone. Add that onto the list of mutuality between them. It still shocked him to meet someone else like himself.

Well, not entirely. Just in demeanor and behavior. He didn’t like to see her so upset. His thoughts clouded over and he wanted to go to her. Hug her to try and provide some sort of empathy for her. He didn’t know what to do though.

The crystalline tears straying down her cheeks nudged him closer and closer to that edge of comforting her. He licked over his lower lip, continuing to fidget with his fingers. There wasn’t anything for him to do to provide stability, or even safety, for her. He was just someone lost in this world.

A faint smile danced at the edge of his lips and he nodded slowly yet again. “Y-you’re welcome, Lux. I r-really mean it. And uh…I-I always will b-be here to he-help you…” It may not be true that he was always going to be here, but he had to try and help her feel safe in some way. It was the least that he could do anyways.

Was he telling the truth? There was no telling at this point, but Lux really didn't have a choice when it came to believing him or not-- he was practically all that she had at this point. Peter was enough, but whether or not he was telling the truth determined a lot.

"I-I don't expect you to help me though, I mean, it's hard to help someone you hardly even know." the damp cheeks that sat below those crystalline ice hues began to sparkle under whatever light remained.

“Absolutely splendid,” he agreed with a nod and a smile, very much looking out of place in the beautiful hidden garden that was the park they were in, wearing his usual riding paraphernalia, his black leather jacket and riding boots, a comfortable pair of denim jeans, and a tight fitting plain white shirt.  

The femme let her mind fall back into the agonizing reserve which was hidden so well, soft lustrous luminaries being briefly shuttered shut by the batting of her long, voluptuous eyelashes. The sun provided small slivers of light to shine through the parting of each individual lash, causing several slits of ivory and possible royal shades to be revealed with silence and grace.

"Not at all." she replied, the edges of her lips upturning while she flicked her gaze his way once more, only to fall back down to her right appendage, which was wrapped in a slightly soiled bandage. It was worn, and tarnished by more than the crimson liquid which had once resided from within her veins, but she merely ran a petal soft fingertip along it's folds and unconsciously began to fiddle with the ends.

"Sometimes a little company is what makes the silence warm, instead of briskly cold as most may find it at times." setting the palm of her right hand on her bare thigh, she pulled the strap of a shortened tank along her shoulder in order to keep it in place, making sure it wouldn't fall and reveal some unpleasant markings which remained as something best kept hidden for the moment.

The fatale wore tattered denim shorts, along with a torn pink tank which revealed the lower section of her abdomen. Lux was adorned in many items similar to jewelry, but made out of things only a tinker would find, such as screws, bolts, and various gems that represented something different for each individual placement. Around her neck was one of these items, a choker which her brother had composed for her, while she wore a tight ankle bracelet at the bottom of her calf, directly above where her ankle sat. Finally, on her feet were worn sneakers, the laces were a bit roughed up, but otherwise the shoes were in average condition.

If there was ever something that could be definitively said about John Wolf, it would be that he was an enigma.  There were things that people knew about him, his love for motorcycles, his craving for all things speed and power and adrenaline, and his fierce protective streak for his friends, but, while it was known that he loved the noise of an engine or the clash of steel upon steel, it wasn’t well known that he also loved the silence and peace of a calm day.

That was, honestly, the part he enjoyed the most.  It was the sound of a job well done, of another mission completed successfully, where the only real traveling sound that might reach him was the slight roar of jubilance emanating from the kingdom he had saved from whomever or whatever it was that was threatening their way of life.

Silence.  Peace, put into a sense.  But today was different.  He had the peace, but none of the lingering smell of battle that usually preluded the peace.  Silence, even as he walked, having trained to walk in the silence, wrapped around him as he walked through the park, listening to the sound of nature and of life, interrupted only by the occasional, very occasional, sound of a car happening to drive by, but even that was muffled at most.

"Beautiful day, is it not?" Lux complimented the sky, this planet and it's gorgeous components that so proudly sat beside it. There was only one sun, compared to the twin solar orbs that sat high above her home, but it was nice, and it created the perfect hue of hazel along each separate strand of hair that waltzed down the curve of her nape, well contorted facial features getting a line of luminescence every now and then.