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WHO: Luke Skywalker (

inheritsthesky), Selina Kyle (

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WHERE: A Park.
WHEN: Today, March 6th. Afternoon.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: Luke is trying to concentrate, which means you/someone/everyone should come disrupt him as much as possible.
FORMAT: Paragraph, then either one. :3

Feeling he'd been woefully neglecting his training, Luke had decided to leave off lesson plans and work for an afternoon in favor of going out to meditate a little in the park. It wasn't a clear day, but at least the sun was out, and it shone brightly and warmly in the spot he'd chosen. Warmth--one of the few things he missed about Tatooine. Space, he'd learned when he left for the Rebellion at 19, was cold, and so was this place.

But the Force, when he touched it after quieting his mind of extraneous thoughts (Mara, the much younger Ben who didn't remember him or his father, who had disappeared from the city again), was warm too, and Luke let it fill his body in preparation for the training exercises he'd planned for today.

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His cheeks went a little pink. "Well, maybe. I'm Luke Skywalker--I guess I'd be pretty recognizable by now."

Luke tilted his head a little. "It's nice to meet you, though." It wasn't just a polite gesture; something in Luke's body posture, in the pitch of his words, showed that he meant it. He'd always liked meeting new people. Probably a holdover from being stuck on Tatooine for the first part of his life, but most likely it was just part of his personality.

She was definitely staring after that comment. "Really?" Her head tilted to the side a little as she studied his features. "You got older."

It was weird though. She'd seen there were people from different places here, but not a guy from a movie. That wasn't supposed to be real, was it?

"I'm Selina," she finally said.

He laughed at that, a sound bright enough to match the sunlight he sat in. "It happens to all of us, even Jedi," he said, still grinning, and gestured at the ground nearby him. "Why don't you sit, Selina? I was just about to start a little training but some company would be nice for a while, too."

It didn't matter how cynical and hardened a kid Selina was. This was an invitation to hang out with Luke Skywalker. The hero of some of the only movies they'd had in that tiny horrible apartment. She and Maggie used to watch them. And Selina had never told her little sister, or anyone else really, but she always thought it meant that fathers got better, no matter what kind of bad things they did.

But that didn't really happen.

Still, she barely had to think about it before she was clambering over and taking a seat. Next to Luke Skywalker.

"What kind of training?"

"Keeping my control fine-tuned," Luke said, raising a hand; the duffel bag he'd brought with him floated over, and he reached in and pulled out a couple smallish rubber balls, like the kind the students in his class used on the playground. He placed one on the ground in front of them. "Just because I'm a Jedi Master doesn't mean I shouldn't keep up my practice. Everyone should, no matter how strong they are with their particular talents."

As he spoke, his hand shifted, using the Force to lift the other ball and balance it precisely on top of the first.

Selina watched, fascinated. That wasn't special effects or strings or anything. That was real. "Yeah, I practice gymnastics pretty much every day." Her eyes remained glued to the balls. "It's fun."

"You're a gymnast?" Luke asked. The ball floated back into his hand, and he boyishly tossed it between his palms a couple times. "That's neat!"

"Uh huh." Selina unfolded her legs and arched backwards into a handstand. "I used to take classes. My teacher said I could probably do competition, but that cost too much money."

She didn't really like thinking about that, though. So instead, she took a few steps on her hands, then balanced on just one. Maybe showing off a little.

He smiled, watching Selina as he would a student showing off in a class. "I always have respect for people like you who train their bodies to do the kinds of things that a Jedi uses the Force to help with. Not that we're pushovers without it," he said, grinning a little, "But some things just aren't possible without a little help."

He nudged the ball in the grass, rolling it around with his mind, back and forth. "I'm sorry that you couldn't continue in it."

Flipping back to her feet, Selina took a seat once more. She shrugged at the comment. "I keep doing it by myself. And I was going to be in a circus before I woke up in this place. Bet I'd have learned a lot of stuff there."

Of course, everyone seemed to think she'd be going back. So maybe she still would.

"A circus? Really?" Luke remembered when various performing acts would come to Mos Eisley, and the rare occasions when his aunt and uncle would take him to see them. Some of the ones he'd seen involved gladiatorial battles between beasts and beings alike; others were more focused on fantastic things. He could see how a gymnast could fit right in with the latter.

"I bet you'd be spectacular," he said with an encouraging smile. While her presence might not be distinct from all the other life in the city, her emotions rippled out like little waves, and something in it told Luke she needed kind words.

"Maybe." That really hadn't been her concern, but somehow, she thought maybe he would understand. "It was more that it was a place to stay."

Edited 2010-03-08 04:29 (UTC)

"You wanted to leave home." It wasn't a question; Luke knew well the strong pull to get out away from where you grew up, strike out on your own and see the galaxy. But Selina seemed awful young for that--why, she couldn't be older than Ben was, and Ben had just turned fourteen not that long ago.

She began pulling grass out of the ground, one blade at a time. "I don't have a home anymore."

Luke looked away, quiet, a little thread of pain making its way into his chest. Someone else who had lost family somehow, lost a home and people she loved. It wasn't as uncommon as it used to be, not by a long shot.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I know that's not much, but I know it's tough to lose your home."

Selina shrugged. "It wasn't like it was a great home anyway. I do better by myself." It wasn't entirely true, but it wasn't far from the truth either.

"Still, there's something special about it if you can call it home," Luke said gently. "Something that other places don't have." He was quiet a moment. One of the rubber balls levitated into his palm, and he turned it over and over in his hands, thoughtfully.

"...Maybe." She isn't exactly going to argue with Luke Skywalker.

"I guess it depends on what you think of home as," he said, then quieted again. Home, for Luke, was wherever Mara was. He just hoped one day she'd feel the same about him. Again.

The mess of timelines here made it so confusing.

"Someplace safe."She thought that over a minute, then nodded. Home didn't really mean people for her. People usually just made things worse.

"I think that's a good thing for a home to be," he agreed, smiling. "Somewhere where you can let your guard down, right?"

"No. You can't ever let it down." At least not on the streets where she lived. No place was ever really secure.

Maybe that meant it wasn't home.

"Never?" he prodded gently. "There isn't ever a time when you're completely relaxed?"

"Sometimes when I'm sleeping, I guess." She shredded a bit of grass. When she wasn't having nightmares.

"No other times?" Luke smiled, voice turning a little teasing. "Not even right now? I don't think I'm that threatening!"

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oh god sorry this took so long ;__;

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