Unsettled Past (Open)

Dark clouds always make days seem longer, and today was no exception. Heavy, thick clouds hung above the docking bay while people strolled around below. Ordona stood, her back against a rail as she gazed out into the crowd. Bustling faces seemed to fade together as the people passed her by.

But the clouds that truly bothered Ordona today were not physical. No, something was bothering the young woman, causing her thoughts to feel sluggish. One of her hands rested in her pocket while the other rubbed the back of her neck. She'd been feeling odd lately, but couldn't figure out why. It wasn't bad odd. It was oppressive though. She had a nagging sense of deja vu that would not leave her alone. Her thoughts continued to scatter and every time she tried to pull them back to the center, she found only a void that spun them around worse than before.

There was a void within, she knew, but it was one she avoided with a determination that bordered on insanity. Ordona had heard a saying once about insanity and doing the same thing over and over again. She ignored it. Just as she ignored the things from her past that had led her here, to Nar Shaddaa. Some things are best left buried and Ordona would make sure of that one day. For the time being though, she merely shook her head, trying to clear it.

Her skin tight outfit began to draw stares from men as she shifted her position. She returned the gaze of one, offering a quick wink before lowering the sunglasses that rested on her head. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail, the few loose strands near the front currently tucked behind her ears. High, black boots were crossed at the ankle. One tapped our a nervous rhythm.

The young woman looked around, checking to see if she was being watched. She knew there was no reason for her to be as she'd just arrived a week ago by local time. Ordona was sure to give them a one before long, but she hadn't yet. Her unease grew, and she knew that it had nothing to do with the foul air of Nar Shaddaa.