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revivalproject2020-08-02 07:15 pm
immunetolight) wrote in revivalproject2020-08-02 07:15 pm
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sand is coarse and irritating and it gets everywhere
WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: ocean planet
WHAT: sulking
WHEN: 29 July-3 August
WARNINGS: kylo ren
At least it wasn't a wasteland like Tatooine or Jakku. That's the only positive thing Ren has to say about this planet. It has a nice oceanfront and though the leather smells terrible and isn't even worth the effort, he's able to stock up on actual food (jerky, but better than nothing) and has time to be outside the confines of a ship or another wasteland of a planet.
He's on the beach (because, really, what other choice is there on an ocean planet) but he'd managed to obtain lighter clothing. It isn't black but the loose linen shirt and pants in muted blues and tan are better than anything else he saw on offer.
He tries to skip a shell along the edge of the waves the way his father used to do over lakes and rivers in Ord Mantell and fails miserably. He'd never been good at it, even with the Force, and his father had said using the Force was cheating anyway.
"Damn shells aren't flat enough," he mutters, rolling his eyes. "I need something smooth."
WHERE: ocean planet
WHAT: sulking
WHEN: 29 July-3 August
WARNINGS: kylo ren
At least it wasn't a wasteland like Tatooine or Jakku. That's the only positive thing Ren has to say about this planet. It has a nice oceanfront and though the leather smells terrible and isn't even worth the effort, he's able to stock up on actual food (jerky, but better than nothing) and has time to be outside the confines of a ship or another wasteland of a planet.
He's on the beach (because, really, what other choice is there on an ocean planet) but he'd managed to obtain lighter clothing. It isn't black but the loose linen shirt and pants in muted blues and tan are better than anything else he saw on offer.
He tries to skip a shell along the edge of the waves the way his father used to do over lakes and rivers in Ord Mantell and fails miserably. He'd never been good at it, even with the Force, and his father had said using the Force was cheating anyway.
"Damn shells aren't flat enough," he mutters, rolling his eyes. "I need something smooth."