[IC] Annabelle's Task

[Joslae]

Day 4

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‘’...That better not be a bald spot’’ Natellia said when she started patting the top of her head in front of the camera ‘’...Oh phew, It’s just dust!’’. She sighed in relief and indeed did shake a bunch of dust from her head. A wide grin was shown to the camera. She waved her right hand about and from out of view of the camera, four rocks slowly flowed into view. That same right hand would then open to hold them. Her other hand was holding a small sandwich that she was munching on ‘’You know…’’ said Natellia with a mouth full of food ‘’...I am starting to get the hang of this. My nights are still horrible and my nightmares keep me up, but at least my head has gotten numb enough to not feel those damn rocks all the time. Would it be worth getting a bald spot for? Maybe… We’ll see’’. She finished her sandwich and walked over to her meditation spot.

As in the previous days, Natellia went to sit down in a meditative position and started stacking the stones on her head. Her neck muscles tensed when they were forced the carry the new weight, but luckily did not give in. It would take her longer to regulate her breathing, however, as the ever growing stack of rocks made it increasingly more difficult to keep it balanced. In spite of this, she managed to use the force to keep it steady so that her feet didn’t get pummeled a second time. Before she reached over to activate the recording device, she softly said ‘’...Almost halfway. You’re almost halfway’’. A click was heard and the recording started. Though Annabelle’s was voice was not annoying in and of itself, the repetitiveness of it certainly irked Natellia. During her recital, there were many things attacking her concentration: The weight of the stones on her head, the effort to keep those stones balanced, the incessant voice of Annabelle continuously calling out the word ‘jedi’ next to, of course, the heat of Korriban and the absolutely ghastly smell of the tombs that were nearby.

It could be noted that the longer the recital was drawn out, the more Natellia’s muscles started to tense. Even though there was a gentle breeze blowing through the area and it wasn’t as hot for Korriban standards, she was also sweating profusely. Her eyes were closed and every time she heard the word ‘jedi’ again, her eyes twitched.

‘’Peace is a lie, there is only passion… through passion, I gain strength… through strength, I gain power… through power, I gain victory… through victory, my chains are broken… the force shall free me…’’

The shaking and twitching did not stop after she had completed her recital. In fact, it only grew to be worse. She opened her eyes and lost all concentration in an instant. The rocks fell from her head and luckily didn’t hit her. It seemed that this had been the hardest day for her yet, as she fell back against the stone wall with an almost painful difficulty to breathe. She looked from the camera back up to the sky and raised her thumb to it ‘’I did… good, right? Right? Can I be rewarded with a good night’s sleep? That would be ever so delightful…’’. She eventually flopped forward on her belly and crawled towards the camera, before quickly shutting it off.