[OBITUARY]

[02]

•.[STAR WARS].•
15 BBY
A New Hope
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[ 5 YEARS SINCE THE
'DEATH' OF ODESSA TOVE ]

The lighting was scarce and deficient, a low audible element that flashed messily every other step. Through the sharp click of her heels, it was hardly noticeable among the lively notes of music and the band which performed relentlessly to the mingling audience, fuelled with alcohol and arrogance. It was comical how pompous and condensing some individuals could really be, so unaware of the hardships committed simple through the walls and disdainfully unconcerned by anything that didn't falter their own gain.

Everything had changed over the past few years; but yet what still remained was people's own selfish desires and the naive nature of power and those who consequently who held it. Or rather- stole it.

When you die that is supposed to be the end, that was how it always had been, in literature, science, folklore- storytelling, death was both mentally and physically the final destination. Your taught how to mourn the loves of your life but never how to rue and grieve yourself and the old grey life which you yourself once savoured. There's a strange distinction between the living and dead; but how are you supposed to act when you are neither, your heart may be promptly beating and skin flushed with warmth but you- yourself was buried beneath the six feet of propitious dusty soil. With a rose placed upon the top of it, a celebration of the women which once stood and the women which Odessa Tove once believed she was. That woman died alongside her husband, her dignity and purpose, what remained was only what was left and what was worth fighting for.

The figure trailed confidently through the bustling club, hardly acknowledging the disrobed and bare women dancing to the rhythm of the music, elevated and displayed on podiums behind the confinement of sheer crystal glass. It was a stainless cage both trapping and protecting them from the claws of the lust fuelled creatures some would call men, whistling and throwing money and tokens at the one which simple caught their fancy. The vermillion scarlet coloured carpet matched the red of her lips, painted to perfection and illuminating the whites of teeth that remained hidden by a stern gaze and thundering expression.

She moved towards the bar, the female figure motioning to the bar tender who placed a martini glass in front of her, the bright red liquid glinting against the glass as it touched her soft lips.

Odessa Tove stood strikingly against the surface, her back to the crowd and eyes connecting calculatedly to the lucid reflection echoing from the bars mirror. It had been five years since she woke up gasping for breath in her temple and five years since she crawled through glass to her salvation, her second chance. She had grasped onto her life tightly that even through death, the connection never seemed to severe, despite how much that lifestyle had now changed.

Her dark black locks were cut into a shortened bob that revealed her apparent collar bones and tanned olive skin just above her shoulders, the fringe cut straight above her eyebrows was slick and neat . It was a sharp comparison to her old hair which once spread free and lightened by the hours sat in the sun, however here everything was matured. Her face hardly aged itself, but the hair and darkened makeup concealed any remaining innocence of her old appearance that remained beneath her strong and stagnant facade. There was no emotions behind her hardy expression, her eyes were stern and unbothered and her posture was closed off yet alluring.