Kark destiny. I make my own way.

"This is Cade. I'm either not here or avoiding you, so leave a message and take your chances on me comming back."

Well, it wasn't like Cade had a ton of things planned for his time, but he'd managed to score a bounty hunting contract and had been halfway to Never You Mind That when he'd gotten Atton's comm. He'd made a quick stop at the nearest Portalocity-compliant planet (whcih had been a real gem, no, not really. He was in the Outer Karking Rim) and was now back in the pilot's seat of his brand new ship and trying very hard not to tell Atton not to touch anything or breathe too heavily on things.

Shut up. He was slightly protective of his baby, okay?

...not Atton. Ew.

Cade had gone for a walk toward the nearest lake by Ender and Ben's place, and was now laying on the grass and watching the smoke from the cigarette he'd brought from Fandom drift over his head. It was quiet here, relaxing--a place that felt safe.

He stared up at the stars and let some of the tension ease from his muscles and for the first time in almost a year, reached into the Force.

"There you are," a voice said.

Cade tensed up almost immediately. "This isn't even your karking galaxy," he said, glaring at the blue ghost outline of Luke Skywalker. "Go the kark away."

Luke shook his head, pursing his lips. "You know why I'm here."

"And I've been avoiding you for four years. Take a hint."

"You know why I won't do that, either. You have a destiny--"

"KARK DESTINY," Cade roared, throwing his cigarette at Luke. Naturally, it flew right through him, leaving Cade without a cigarette. Ugh. He ran his hands through his hair. "I'm not you. I don't want to karking be you."

Luke stood there, shimmering in the moonlight, and didn't offer an opinion.

Cade let out another frustrated groan. This karking family.

[OOC: Oh, Grandpa...]

Cade was asleep, which wasn't that unusual because Cade was the exact opposite of a morning person.

But Cade wasn't exactly a person this morning, which was unusual.

The door's cracked open, which was good because no one was going to want to interrupt a four-eyed, four-legged, five meter long, sharp-clawed nexu from getting where it was going when it finally did decide to get up....

Shifting venues had helped a little bit, but the numbing techniques Cade usually employed weren't exactly things he could get away with under his grandfathers' watchful eyes.

Which was why he was out here by the lake with a bottle of Corellian whiskey, swigging from the bottle as he tossed rocks into the water.

He didn't have to graduate, right? He could just move here? Maybe?

[OOC: Open to phone calls and the grandparents!]

Cade hopped out of bed when the sun came streaming through his window (this daylight savings thing was really handy for getting a good start on the day!), hit the floor with fifty push-ups and then started getting ready for a nice long run to get the kinks out of his muscles.

A Jedi, even a Jedi far from home, needed to be in peak physical condition, right? Right!

He checked his chrono--plenty of time to get everything done and still get in a healthy breakfast before heading to class and work.

[OOC: Cade is now from a universe where the Jedi weren't betrayed on Ossus and his father is still alive. He's now one perky, responsible Jedi. Don't you just want to kill him?]

Cade woke up bright and early (and shirtless, to make the female viewership happy). He stretched his arms over his head and then hopped out of bed and began doing one-armed push-ups because his plotline is a lot like Arrow of reasons.

And then, the music changing to show what a Terrible Idea this was, he lifted the corner of his mattress and took two capsules out of a bottle labeled CAFFEINE PILLS and swallowed them without water. Because that's how hardcore he was.

Won't someone saaaaaaaaaaaave him from himself?

[OOC: Expecting a One True Love Who Just Happens to Show Up This Weekend. Warnings for extremely casual disregard for how drugs actually work, impending character death, terrible acting.]

Cade had found a place that sold wings for a quarter each on Wednesday nights, didn't care too much about carding, and had a clientele that wasn't that picky on who they went home with.

In other words, Cade's favorite place.

He was currently shaking a wing at Sparkle while he told him about a news article he'd come across yesterday. "I'm just saying, if they got a llama on a tram, we could get a panda on a bus."

[OOC: For the other guy who makes terrible choices!]

So what if it was 4:30 in the afternoon? Cade was going to take a nap if he felt like it.

Shirtless because he didn't really care about any issues Stiles might have with things like "nudity" and "personal space." Stiles should just be grateful Cade was sleeping on his own bed, right? Right.

He'd have to get up eventually because there were Cocoa Puffs to eat, but for now, naps were karking amazing.

[OOC: Heading to bed but Natalie asked!]

After a class spent fruitlessly trying to hit Jaina with a foam bat, Cade made his way out to the preserve--the grayness of the day suited his mood, found a rock to sit on and waited for his grandfather to show up.

No, not that one, the other one.

Detention. Whee.