Aricia was a young woman with a large loving heart, though it was always broken it seemed. The rain poured down outside, soaking the uncovered walkways as she dashes from awning to awning trying to stay dry. Her brown, worn out backpack resting over her shoulders, many of her most prized belongings still remained in it. Much like the day she first arrived on Coruscant to find her father, a man she had never known. It did not go as planned. He had no idea he had a teenaged daughter, let alone one that was so different from himself. She had caused one of his secretaries to leave...she had forgotten the name, but she left the night Aricia arrived at the office. The past was the past though. She adjusted her bag, one thing was missing from it. It was the small teddy bear, she called Teddy. He was at home, resting on her bed, she would never leave him behind, he had been the one constant friend she had ever had.

Aricia had changed very little since arriving. She was a bit calmer and had tried to make things with her father and it had. She had remembered almost leaving a few times but she was glad that she didn’t and that some of the times he had stopped her. It had been a learning experience for the both of them, but he had tried and that meant so much to her. She had changed what she wore, how she acted even, and he...he had pulled some strings to get her into one of the top art schools. He had noticed she loved to draw and paint, and he had done something about it. That was the true changing point for Aricia, it meant that he was noticing her, that he was starting to understand her. Aricia’s eyes would then drift to see her father standing there, waiting for her “Daddy!” she would jump onto him, wrapping her arms around him in a loving hug like she usually did. She did it mostly to bother and embarrass him and he couldn’t really say anything about it.

She was so happy school was over for the day. She had known that she was going to meet her father afterwards so she made a point of wearing something that he would approve of. She wore a simple black, knee length skirt and a bright red button down blouse with a bit of ruffles along the neckline. The blouse was actually had short sleeves so she placed a black little sweater over it to hide her arms. A year and she had kept them a secret still.

Aricia was well known around the halls of the Senate, just for the fact that her father was Jory and she worked for another senator. She would smile to the woman who sat behind the desks in the lobby directing visitors to the correct floors. She would quickly slip through security and moves towards the lifts, stepping into an empty one, allowing the durasteel doors to slide closed before anyone else could get in with her. She would wait as the lift zoomed upwards towards her father’s floor. her mind was racing, it was odd that he wanted to meet here, it was rare when he didn’t work late, especially recently. Though she always had dinner ready for when he got home, even if she was already in bed by that time. She was looking more and more like her mother everyday, even the little things she said, the way her eyes sparkled when she was being wicked, were the same.

Aricia knew her father had stopped drinking for the most part and she was glad for that, remembering her first night there...oh how things had changed since that night. The lift would jerk to a stop at the right floor as the doors slide open and she steps out, moving to her father’s office. She was oddly interested to see if he had hired a new secretary yet or not. It had been quite sometime since the last one, which Aricia thought was a nice change, an older woman who put him into his place a few times. Too bad she retired. She adjusted her backpack and she moves to the outer office, opening the door and stepping in looking to the cluttered desk.

Aricia would pull back from him as she moves to drop the backpack onto a chair as she looks around the office "It was alright, the same as usual, Lily tried to ask Trask out, but he is so still inlove with Rihanna...its a bit silly, but it is interesting to watch. They take everything so seriously, you should see them crying when that boy dumps one and goes out with the other...He isn't that cute to begin with, and he is such a..well he's just not nice" she was rambling as she moved over to his desk looking at the stacks of papers and files.

Aricia had never worn anything that showed her arms, he had never seen them. EVER. She kept them covered at all times. As if she was hiding something. She would bring her hand up to rub her left forearm as she looks back to him "Your office is a mess...oh! I painted you something for your office...thought it would go well in a dark little corner" she says softly as she moves back over to the chair and pulls open the bag as she digs in it and pulls out a small rolled up canvas. She would unroll it as she turns to face him, it was a small painting and was very contempory, atleast for him it would be. Red lines splashed on a field of black. "What do you think?" The painting was more or less a test to see how he would react, what he would say about it. It had only taken her a few minutes to do.

“I trust that school is going well?” He asked nominally.

He really couldn’t come up with anything more to say and he cast his eyes around the office in an effort to invent a conversational point.

“Office is a bit of a mess, you might have noticed. So how are things working out with Ilannah?” He was rambling now, a habit that he had formed subconsciously when talking with his daughter on uncomfortable topics like boyfriends and feelings and such. He only hoped that it had not seeped into his work.

Aricia would shrug her shoulders at that last question "Alright I guess, I haven't really seen her lately, her office is a bit slow, not really much going on. Its actually really boring...but her office...is in a much better state than yours is" she would smile a bit "Your apartment was never like this, until I got there...why is your office...or is it that you need a woman to pick up after you?" she would raise an amused brow as she smiled to him even more "Mom always said that you can tell a great man by how tidy they are" she would smile "The messier they are, the more they need someone to clean up after them...thats were that saying comes from, behind every great man is a great woman...well there are other reasons too, its because we are way smarter than most boys...more patient too"

Aricia was rambling now, just filling in the empty space with her voice. She often did that around him, much like he did with her.