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Post by Rugs on Dec 1, 2011 23:06:15 GMT -5
{Er... longer than I first intended. I'm gonna blame it on intro postness}
It had been too long, really. Far too long.
When was the last time he'd come to Zeltros? Half a year, at least. Probably closer to a year in full. It was nearly criminal. However long it'd been, that time was over. For the first time in a long time, Asyr walked the streets of Zeltros, and to him, the party would felt about as close to a home as anything outside the Bohemian's hull.
And why shouldn't it? The night life was festive, there were drinks aplenty, and he'd yet to find a place with a female population that was, as a whole, as entertaining in bed as there was on Zeltros. Yes, for the lecherous, nearly-alcoholic Echani, Zeltros was about as close a thing to a mecca as he figured he'd ever find in life, and he was perfectly alright with that.
The Bohemian was in port for an extended stay, which translated to about three or so days--far longer than the usual in-and-out stops they made. The days were busy, as he actually had work to do, making meetings with the clients the crew kept and taking care of other housecleaning issues, but he had the nights to himself. And no one on the ship would be surprised to learn how he spent them--not that he was the only one doing such things.
Today was the second night in port. The first had gone about as well as he could've hoped, which is to say he'd gone to a bar, had himself a good time with a drink in hand and a nice girl in his lap, and had woken up the next morning in an apartment with his clothes scattered in odd places and his companion for the night sleeping soundly next to him and quite naked.
Life's good, he mused with a quiet smile. So are Zeltrons.
His plans for tonight were much like any other time the Bohemian was in to dock. Find a nice bar to have some good drinks, and see where luck and his own skill would land him. Of course, even if he didn't net himself a catch tonight, he'd be alright. It was a surprise to some, but the Echani man did enjoy more things than sex. Even if he really liked sex.
As he walked along the street, searching for a place to start at, he dug around on the inside of his long coat. When his hand emerged, it held a cigar, one of a batch he'd picked up on Cato Nemoidia. He'd found a fantastic partner there. Ervisa, her name was. He almost hoped he'd run into her again sometime here. But the odds of that were slim.
"Ah well," he muttered to himself as he lit the cig up and puffed a few times to get it going. He'd had a great time back on Cato Nemoidia, but that was then, and this was now. And now he needed a place to drink...
A sign a few paces later caught his attention. It simply said 'Dive.' Asyr paused and gave the place a quick look-over. It looked run down, and about seven different kinds of shady. Perfect place for a pirate.
Asyr sauntered over and into the bar, stopping just inside to look around with a brief puff of smoke from his cigar. Immediately his attention was drawn to the fact that the interior of the place looked about as good as the exterior. It was then drawn to the women inside. A few Zeltrons, as expected, several of whom caught his eye immediately. That was good. He'd have to test the waters in a bit. But first he wanted to get a few drinks in, so he turned his attention to the bar.
A soft, low whistle broke his lips when he saw the bartender. She had... quite the backside, to put things mildly. Furthermore, there was a pair of Twi'leks in front of her, who, while he couldn't see them from the front, also went on the 'wanted' list. Especially the tall one. Asyr liked tall girls.
Looks like I chose a good place tonight, he thought with a little grin. And, even if he didn't luck out tonight, he had a feeling he was in for a good time. He walked over to the bar, and took a seat next to the tall Twi'lek. The bartender was busy getting their orders, so he waited for the moment. He had all the time in the world, after all.
At least, as far as the night went.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 1, 2011 23:53:59 GMT -5
The shorter and paler Twi'lek remained silent throughout the walk, and resisted the urge to make certain comments. This place Donnie had spoken so highly of was a total dump, inside and out. This was the sort of seedy establishment she definitely hadn't been expecting on Zeltros. Somehow she'd been under the impression everything would be... nicer. Classier. More refined.
There was one conception gone down the drain. But she had to admit it didn't matter, she wasn't the evening gown type. A single glance at her back would inspire shudders, the scars of countless whippings guaranteed she'd never go in public in a low-backed dress. Not that any dress was particularly her style. Now her Echani armor was definitely her style, but it was still broken. Which meant she was wearing black robes, tight-fitting yet soft, that would give even more of a hint to her... loyalties than she would have liked. Luckily, painful as it was, she'd left her lightsaber at the ship. It was just too obvious what she was with it resting on her belt. But a Sith could defend herself well without a lightsaber as well.
Donnie exchanged greetings with the Zeltron bartender. Barmaid. Barwench. Whatever it was that she was. Var didn't particularly, pay attention, instead scrutinizing the interior of the bar for any threats. Her mind was always at work, spotting the dangers and working to stay aware in any situation. However, she was very distinctly rattled by one thing the woman had to say.
"New girlfriend?"
Var's jaw dropped and her eye twitched. "Hell no!" She snapped a little too loudly, reflexively denying that anathema notion. Of all the absurd and ridiculous notions... How could she ever be interested in Donnie that way? She was her idiot little sister, and that definitely ruled anything out, even if she had been of the right persuasion to have interest. No. There was only one person she had interest in, and she knew he was the only one she'd have eyes for in her entire life.
That was devotion, loyalty of the purest kind. Something beautiful could exist in the heart of even a Sith. Var wasn't quite sure if that reflected on her performance as a Sith. Could they love? Was there a place for love as well as passion? She had the deep fear that there wasn't, that her love was just as much a forbidden fruit for a Sith as any Jedi. Maybe... maybe she wasn't like other Sith. Maybe she'd never be like them. What was her role?
"-what'll you be havin' tonight, hon?"
Var reflexively shot a withering glare at the woman, just as much for calling her 'hon' as for interrupting her thoughts. With a great deal of effort she softened her gaze and answered the question.
"Onion rings and a..." Var paused, running through a mental list of drinks she'd been wanting to try. "A Hydian Way," she decided.
As she turned her head again, a man slid into the seat next to Donnie with a look on his face that reminded her distinctly of a sly predator sneaking into a pasture full of sleeping nerfs. She didn't trust the man. One of her improbably light green eyes narrowed on him, and like twin balls of fire they seemed to sear directly into him. And there was no mistaking her gaze for admiration or interest. It was a paranoid gaze directed at the Echani man, one that carried the very clear statement "I am watching you."
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Post by The Conman on Dec 3, 2011 23:35:23 GMT -5
Donnie didn't really take any notice of the guy who had sat down beside her. Given the bar's seedy nature, people of his look were a fairly frequent occurrence.
Regardless, she decided to park her butt on the barstool she was currently in front of, and pulled it forward and sat down on it. She grabbed her beer that had arrived and leaned forward, exposing a patch of skin, and her blue underwear's straps, between the top of her low-cut brown cargo pants and tight-fitting, faded, gray " Urok's Speeder Repair " shirt.
She, however, was as usual, oblivious. A Pod race was starting, one of the more important ones of the year, being streamed live from Hoth. Donnie sipped her beer quickly, as the season's standings flashed across the screen.
Her favourite pilot was in fourth, but had managed to qualify for the pole position. He was a cyberneticaly enhanced human from Corellia, which is why she followed him. It was widely known that unless you were a Force user, humans didn't posses the reaction time to podrace. He, however, had managed to get "upgrades", allowing him to be quick enough to be very competitive.
He was also an extremely aggressive driver, with a " I either win, or don't finish " mentality. Donnie liked that.
So Var, you ever watch podracing at all?
She asked, hoping that the paler of the two had at least seen it at some point. She'd been without people to talk about her favourite sport with for what felt like a lifetime.
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Post by Rugs on Dec 4, 2011 22:13:14 GMT -5
Asyr hazarded a glance up at the screens hanging over the bar while he waited on the bartended to finish with the shorter Twi'lek. A podrace was about to begin; one that would determine who would advance to the quarterfinals of that particular series in the league, if he remembered correctly. Though he was really more of a crashball fan, the Echani kept up with podracing well enough. His personal favorite racer was out for the season, though. Got hurt thanks to a mechanical failure at a race on Prazhi. It was unfortunate, really.
He heard an order placed and turned his attention back to the women at the bar. The bartender was coming toward him, but more interestingly, one of the two Twi'leks sitting at the bar was looking at him. Glaring might have been the more appropriate term, for all that it looked like she was trying to ram a rod through his gut with a gaze. That set off a little warning in the back of his mind. It said 'Asyr, old friend, that girl does not want to be bothered.'
Pity, really. She was really quite pretty. But he had options. Several, at that.
Asyr gave her his most innocent smile and waggled his fingers a bit at her in a little wave. He'd keep an eye on her anyway. To make sure she didn't try to shoot him, if nothing else.
He turned his attention back to the bartender, though his eyes were caught mid-route by a bit of exposed underwear on the Twi'lek next to him. That was good, but he played on smoothly, not pausing as his head turned around.
"Just want a drink," he started conversationally. "Ryll beer to start."
As the bartender went about getting his drink, Asyr took the time to eye the woman's backside some more. Picked a good place tonight... Need to make this place a stop every time I come here, he thought, in between others that were quite a bit more lewd.
"So Var, you ever watch podracing at all?"
Asyr glanced to the side as the bartender came back to him. His beer was in a mug, which she set before him. He took it gratefully. "Thanks," he said, flashing her a little smile.
"Podracing fan?" he went on, looking to the taller of the two Twi'leks. This was good. If she was indeed a fan, he had an easy in to conversation with her. "Been a while since I've had the chance to see a good race. Favorite racer went down for the season at Prazhi." He figured if she'd know what he was talking about if she watched podracing to any degree; it'd been quite talked about.
"Can't say I have a real dog in the hunt today, but I like Nezer's chances." Nezer was a Gran. Well known, pretty respected. Very competent podracer. "Course," he continued, drinking from his mug with an elbow casually propped up on the bar, "that Corellian guy might have a pretty decent shot as well. The cyborg. I forget his name."
He chuckled as he lowered his mug back down to the table and gave the woman next to him a little smile and nod. "Sorry, didn't even introduce myself. Name's Asyr."
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Post by havenn on Dec 4, 2011 23:12:34 GMT -5
Haven was sitting in a casino as he watched a couple men gamble there money away. His gold eyes looked at the pair as he reached into his pocket and put a cigarette into his mouth and smiled.
"There just pocket change but credits is credits."
He blew out a puff of smoke as he remembered what they did. They were running from some gangsters because they took some spice money without giving them their cut of the profits and now there was a hit on them.
"I hate doing this kinda work, feels like I'm doing it for free with what I'm gonna get paid."
It was true but he was in this area and there was no jobs at the moments and hey a guy has to eat. He put out his smoke as he watched one of the men go into the bathroom and he followed him in. As the man was at a stall he quietly locked the door behind him as he walked over beside the man.
"Hey there."
He put his hand on the man's head and smashed it into the stall shattering the material. The man stumbled a bit as Haven put his knee in the man's stomach and threw him at the mirror breaking it.
"You really shouldn't break things that don't belong to you but I admit I have the same problem."
Laughing he reached over into the man's pocket and took the credit's off him he had left. It wasn't much left from what they stole but it was now his. He reached down and pulled his hidden knife from his boot and slit the knocked out man's neck.
"Now for your friend."
He picked up the body and threw it out the window and it landed in a alleyway then made his way out of the bathroom. He smiled as he saw the other man still trying to win some money. He fixed his sunglasses and his bow tie as he walked over beside the man and held the knife against his back and whispered into his ear.
"Your done here, now act like everything is fine and walk with me."
The man fearful of his life walked beside Haven as the left the building unnoticed. They walked over to the man's air speeder with Haven driving. While up in the air the man begged for his life and offered to pay Haven what ever amount of money he wanted and handed over what credits he had on him at the moment.
"Sorry not up to me"
He pulled out a hologram projector and a man who hired him was there. He laughed at the would be thief and he told Haven to finish the job as the credits were already wired to his account.
"Well it's been fun."
He grabbed the man by his shirt and threw him out of the air speeder. As the man was falling down the blond yelled to him.
"Thanks for the ride."
Now that work was over he decided to go relax some where and maybe some food. He drove his new air speeder to a fun looking part of town and parked near the first place he saw. He lit up another smoke as he walked into the place and then he felt thing again. Walking into a seedy place like this in a expensive suite and people are bound to stare at you. He looked around and decided to grab a seat at the bar. He saw a man trying to talk to two women but it he didn't pay much mind to him and sat next to the shorter of the two women. He looked around and saw a podrace was going on, it didn't really appeal to him but it was better than nothing to watch.
"Barkeep, I'll order a beer."
He looked at the woman and he blushed a bit and looked away as he waited for his drink.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 5, 2011 0:15:37 GMT -5
The man she was staring at waved. Casually. As if this was all just some passing glance in good favor. Oh if he thought that he was hopelessly wrong. Or maybe he was being a smartass, or thought he was charming by waving. Oh, think that works with all the girls Mister Charming? You can't pull the wool over my eyes...
Var's thoughts were as dark as her gaze, which finally broke as Doneeda asked her a question.
So Var, you ever watch podracing at all?
Varulla'aba had the very distinct impression Donnie knew the answer to that question. It was 'no.' They didn't exactly have holonet sports programming on displays at the Sith Academy, or at the Jedi Temple. The windows in which she'd been away from an organized group of force-users were tiny, merely transitions between those groups. And always in those groups she'd been tightly controlled, with very limited to no autonomy. None of her masters had been interested in racing, therefore she'd never learned about racing. It was that simple and limited.
Being out here with Donnie, away from the stone walls of Korriban, she was freer than ever before. New experiences had definitely come where she'd never expected to find them. In a galaxy full of mistrust, paranoia, betrayals, and fear, she'd managed to find two things she'd never known a Sith could find: love and friendship. However she hadn't found many of those common things in the galaxy. Only very recently had she even sampled alcohol, with mixed results. Racing was something she'd never even thought of until... Well, until now.
The pale Twi'lek with skin the color of cream shrugged, turning her gaze back onto Donnie just as their drinks arrived promptly. Immediately Var's hand went to her glass, raising it tentatively to her lips. She sipped slowly, trying to analyze the flavors. Thus far, her forays into alcohol had been entirely mixed drinks, avoiding the distinct alcohol flavor in favor of various tasty concoctions. This particular one was no different, with a strong berry flavor and a bit of fizz in it. It was pleasant, and her next sip was with more confidence.
Her eyes narrowed again as another man sat down next to her. He looked at her and promptly blushed. But he looked away, which was what mattered. She didn't want anyone staring at her, though now she at least knew why. Not until... two days ago? Was it really so little time ago that she realized she was beautiful? Again, that had been Donnie's doing. The younger Twi'lek had pushed and prodded her all the way into lingerie she'd picked out, and the results had been... striking. Striking enough that when looking into the mirror, for the first time in her twenty-six years, Var had seen someone besides a skinny little girl with big eyes.
But beautiful or not, she didn't like being stared at. If she could reserve her beauty for the eyes of just one person, she would have. Only one person mattered, and in fact... Being ogled by the eyes of others felt very wrong. She knew that look all too well, ever since she'd first seen it as a little girl...
Her reflection stared up at her from the drink, silent and brooding. No. She wouldn't let that hurt her. The sum of her life wouldn't be that one experience. She'd close that chapter of her life permanently in just a few short days. Her tormentor would be dead by her hand, and she could sleep freely at night without his face looming over her. Freedom. Peace for once. Closure.
The Twi'lek Sith Initiate slammed back her drink and gestured for a replacement. Maybe this would dull the stinging sensation she felt. If not... Maybe... Maybe she could just talk with Donnie about it. After all, was that what friends were for?
Her vivid green eyes looked questioningly over to the taller Twi'lek, and promptly saw she was being talked to by the Echani man. Knowing Donnie, two plus two would probably end up as four before the night was over. And that caused a pang in her heart. She missed Koeing, missed him so badly so soon. It was hard to believe she'd lived two and a half decades without him.
She started in on her second drink.
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Post by The Conman on Dec 5, 2011 1:28:55 GMT -5
Donnie realized Var's response would be no once she caught her facial expression.
She also caught the man beside her mentioning the podracer who bought it on Prazhi.
Donnie'd caught wind of that a week or to prior reading a news update. Wasn't one of her favourite racers, but she wasn't pleased to hear that he'd been knocked out until next season.
She'd not heard him ask if she was a podracing fan. As usual, Donnie wasn't paying attention at the time, fixated on waiting for Var's response, which was more said by her eyes.
Regardless, Donnie wanted to respond, and did, leaning back up off the bar, and pushing her left leeku over her shoulder.
What she saw, wasn't at all hard on the eyes. A tall, blond haired man who looked to be in rather good shape. He was definitely easy on the girl's eyes.
Doneeda.
She said with a quick smile.
De..ah..Corellianz name iz'a Jodrel Maltos, 'Eez m'favourite racer, fro'ma 'ome town, Koronet...
She said, as her onion rings arrived.
Guyz'a biida nujjob.
Doneeda said, grabbing an onion ring and popping the whole thing in her mouth, savouring the onion-y goodness.
Ohmagawd...
She said through a mouthfull of onionring.
Da'sekret, yah two see.
Donnie said, looking back and fourth from Var and Asyr.
Eez Baccon. Dey miz'en da baccon greeze wi'da fryer stufz, makes'em taste like perfek.
Donnie finished, taking a swig of her beer and ate a pair of onion rings, then continued.
Anywhoz, You'see da stun ba'on Tattoine, inda sekkon' raze, near took ouda'nouncer boof?
The "stunt" Doneeda was referring too was an incident where Jodrel flashed another podracer and caused him to crash, one of the engines careening, over the stands and narrowly missing the booth where the race announcers sat. It caused quite a stir, and nearly got Jodrel banned.
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Post by Rugs on Dec 5, 2011 20:25:39 GMT -5
Apparently, the Twi'lek was a podracing fan. She turned to look at Asyr as she spoke, adjusting one of her lekku in the process. With a better angle on her face, Asyr could see that she was quite the looker. Well, in the face as well; he'd already determined her body was outstanding.
"Doneeda," she said, giving him a little smile. He returned one of his own, just a subtle upturn of his lips and gave her a friendly nod. She was already off to a much better start than the other one--Asyr didn't feel like he might lose a body part if he made any passes at her.
De..ah..Corellianz name iz'a Jodrel Maltos, 'Eez m'favourite racer, fro'ma 'ome town, Koronet...
Asyr's snow brows knitted slightly for a moment when she spoke. It wasn't that he couldn't understand her. He could. Sorta. It had just been a while since he'd heard someone with such a thick accent. Basic probably wasn't her primary language. That or she was from someplace where they spoke it very, very strangely. Still, he nodded, able to piece out what she was saying.
"Ah, Jodrel. Yeah, that's his name."
When the bartender returned, carrying food for Doneeda, Asyr glanced back up at the race, then to her. She looked at him, and he gave her the hint of a little grin, but business carried her elsewhere before he could say anything. So it was back to Doneeda. Not that he minded.
"Ohmagawd... Da'sekret, yah two see."
Asyr lifted one of his brows as he Doneed looked from him to the Twi'lek on the other side of her and back again, preparing to impart some incredible knowledge into them.
"Eez Baccon. Dey miz'en da baccon greeze wi'da fryer stufz, makes'em taste like perfek."
A little puff of smoke accompanied Asry's chuckle as he turned away to his mug once again.
"That so?" It sounded incredibly unhealthy. It also made him want to try a few.
"Anywhoz, You'see da stun ba'on Tattoine, inda sekkon' raze, near took ouda'nouncer boof?"
"Hm..." Asyr tapped the side of his chin thoughtfully. Thankfully, it was getting easier to understand her as heard her speak more. Kinda.
"I didn't see it live, no," he answered, speaking around his cigar and tapping his finger on the side of his mug. "Was out on a job when the race happened. Was all over the news when I got back, though." It had been. Asyr was surprised Jodrel was still allowed to race, honestly.
"I don't know much about Jodrel, but I'll give him this much--guy has balls. Then again, kinda has to to make it as well as he has." Once again, Asyr took a swig from his mug and looked up at the screen. The racers were still more or less moving in a clump over the frigid terrain, though some were starting to break out ahead of the pack.
His powdery blue eyes stayed on the screen, considering for a moment. "Course, if Deryn is in this race, Jodrel's gonna have his work cut out for him." Deryn Faschar was the man Asyr referred to. He was an Echani, like Asyr. He was very good--held a number of championships under his belt, and as far as he knew, was quite the favorite to win the series.
Asyr might have felt some pride and rooted for another one of his people if it weren't for the fact that Deryn was probably the smugest ass he'd ever seen.
"Hope he beats the smug SOB's ass," Asyr muttered into his drink. His gaze passed over the bartender again, and for a moment he wondered about his chances of getting both of them at once. Nah, slow down, Asyr. Let's not get too ambitious right off the bat. Still, the thought was tantalizing... When he'd had his fill from his mug, emptying it past the halfway point, he set back it down on the bar and turned to look at Donnie with a little grin. "So, Donneda... Mind if I call you Donnie? And you've gotten me interested in those onion rings." He chuckled. "Might I uh... try one of yours?"
His smile grew a bit. "Don't know if you smoke, but I have a few cigars if you want one. Call it a trade, if you like."
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Post by havenn on Dec 6, 2011 23:54:53 GMT -5
The blond sat there as his drink came to him and he began to wonder what was he doing anyway. He is already paid so why even do this, coming into a bar and what not. Hell he could of just stayed on his ship and drank there and read a good book. Not many people read real books anymore since most everything you can do all you need is a gadget.
Haven took a sip of his beer as he let the taste linger in his mouth. Not the best but it will do for now and he has had a lot worse over the years. Still you shouldn't complain things could also be worse. A small smile went across his face as a bunch memories came into his head.
"To the past"
He quietly said to himself as he finished off the rest of his beer and ordered a second glass. As he waited he thought about back to his younger days about being back at his adopted family's homestead and about Yusa. That dirty blond headed girl was his first friend and love, how so he missed her.
Haven's expression softened and his eyes were slightly wet but his shades hid them. Time doesn't heal wounds it just eases the pain and even then not by much. He let out a soft sigh as he saw a barmaid bringing him his next beer.
"Thank you"
But right after he said that the beer spilled on accident on got on his shirt. The barmaid began to quickly apologize but he shook his head and said don't worry about it, a little beer wont ruin anything.
His shirt was soaked in beer though so he really didn't' have a choice. He looked around the place and a seedy bar wasn't the smartest idea to make a scene but life is just funny that way. He took off his vest and slowly began to unbutton his shirt and in the back there was a few whistles at him. His face turned red from blushing as his well defined naked upper body was on full show. He took a piece of cloths and began to wipe away some of the beer off his abs.
After he finished drying off the barmaid carefully handed him another beer in place of the old one and said she was sorry once again. He looked over at the people next to him.
"Sorry didn't mean to interrupt your conversation with my accedent."
His voice was well mannered and he was trying to start anything but try to keep people happy as there was no need of anybody getting sad over spilled beer and spoiled mood.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 7, 2011 0:41:18 GMT -5
Varulla'aba was not a trusting woman at all. Call that a flaw or a strength. When she looked at someone, she had a tendency to see the worst. It took time and familiarity for her to see the good in others and in things. In fact, at first she'd seen Donnie as merely some interstellar skank in a grungy shirt. Hell, there were times when she still saw her that way. Her liaisons with Dov had been truly nauseating, and any deep thought on the topic would probably have caused shudders. Only time had won her familiarity, and her trust had been secured through trials, and through sisterhood. Those weren't luxuries she had today. What she had now was a man talking with Donnie, who she had the clear feeling wanted a one-way ticket into her pants. And knowing Donnie, that wasn't likely to be a hard feat.
In a way she felt protective of the girl. She was like a little sister, and Var had the compulsive need to guide her, to take care of her. She'd never had family, and she'd been alone for so long... She knew what it was like to be victimized, and she didn't want Donnie to fall victim to that. She was a consenting adult yes, but so easily manipulated into giving away her body. Maybe Var took that decision too seriously, precisely because she'd never been given a choice...
The pale Twi'lek with skin the color of cream sighed, staring at the plate of onion rings before her and tried to tune out the conversation between Donnie and Asyr. She had no right to meddle there, but she wasn't about to torture herself by listening in on them. No, she was going to have her drink and eat her onion rings. Maybe she'd even get drunk. It didn't matter as long as she stayed within the confines of her own mind. How did that always happen? In the end she was always alone in a crowded room. Her true self only seemed to come out when she was alone or with a handful of others.
She sighed again and sipped her drink, only to be interrupted by the man seated next to her. His voice was quite polite, and he was well-mannered. However, he was also missing a shirt and making quite the show of rubbing his abs, as if she cared. If he thought it was seductive he was completely wrong, it was something she had no desire to see.
"Sorry didn't mean to interrupt your conversation with my accedent."
"Put on a shirt you idiot, this isn't a beach party," Var said sharply as she reached for an onion ring, averting her eyes from him and onto the screen displaying the race, which, to her, was far less interesting than it should have been. It was simply a bunch of machines going in large circles around a track. Nothing there particularly interested her.
Her slender fingers guided the onion ring to her lips and she bit into it. Donnie, she determined, was completely right in her appraisal of them. They were quite good. Of course they were likely horribly unhealthy. Var didn't have her lithe body and exceptionally willowy figure from eating fried foods. No, she was in good shape because she knew how to take care of herself, which hadn't always been easy over the years. Of course she was entitled to the exception to the rule every once in a while. It was the very reason she was drinking, something she'd only done once before.
It relaxed her, which was precisely what she'd needed. Of course the major reason she needed it now was the looming prospect of Donnie making noises in the room next door all night long and a shirtless man sitting at the bar. However...
There was a very simple solution. Var took her drink and the platter of onion rings, stood up, and walked away from the bar, heading towards a quiet booth in a corner, away from the other patrons, and quite conveniently with a view out onto the street.
The Twi'lek slid into the seat and stared out the window, her expressive green eyes looking remarkably passive. Outside it had started to rain, and the neon sign was reflected in puddles of water on the street. Var stared out the window and let the sounds of the bar wash over her, ignoring them. She preferred silence right now.
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Post by The Conman on Dec 7, 2011 23:11:05 GMT -5
Donnie nudged the basket of rings towards the Echani, taking a swig of her beer as she did so, and nodding to the bartender to replace it. While she did so, Donnie got a pretty good look at her from her "best angle".
While the Twi'lek was mostly into guys, certain girls just did it for her somehow. This bartender was one of them. For all she'd tried, Donnie wasn't ever able to take her home with her. That's not to say that the patron's weren't, the woman just didn't seem to be into Donnie the way she was into her.
Either way, things did seem to be going well with Asyr. Doneeda wasn't entirely sure what she wanted out of him. Yet. A good night, or, a good night. She hadn't decided yet. Mostly because she wasn't intoxicated enough to make a decision.
A situation, which was on it's way to becoming remedied with the new beer that had appeared.
Donnie took a swig, and thought about his offer for a trade.
Chure, zouns fair..
She took a drink, then popped an onion ring into her mouth, swallowed then continued.
Deryn, da' AZZ? Gah, Las'yer da guy won'da champsheep, da guy jus stoo dere li' a'smug baster'....
She took a swig of the drink, and looked up at the screen, Deryn and a Dug from the planetary leagues were battling for second. The bartender came back over.
Celia, wanna' gra'me anna-
She gestured to Asyr, beside her.
- misser goie'lawks 'ere, shawtsa da 'ouse blen?
Celia got a sly grin on her face.
The House blend was a masterpiece of drinkable art. It was made from the bark of a local tree, and was a mild hallucinogen. The shavings were put into a bottle, then local red wine and 100 proof rum were mixed in and it was left to age in the sun for months.
Needless to say, the result was a rip-your-lips-off concoction that tasted quite good and had a warming sensation on it's way down. Oddly enough, it didn't leave an alcohol aftertaste, which made it all the worse, as you couldn't really taste the booze.
Comin' up, hon.
Celia said, turning and heading for the back.
As Doneeda looked up from the backside of the barmaiden, she witnessed Deryn finally pass the Dug. He was gunning for Jodrel. Even though he was a good 6 seconds ahead.
Damid...
She took a swig of her beer as the shapely bartender returned, with the blood-coloured liquid in a pair of double shot glasses. She nodded and looked over at Asyr.
Ees gud. Trass me, cha li 'eet.
She said, picking up her shot glass, shooting Asyr a sly grin, and slamming it down on the bar...
-- OOC --
She's about to do it, so if you time things right you and her will do the shot at the same time.
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Post by Rugs on Dec 9, 2011 22:57:35 GMT -5
{Sooooo, probably shouldn't be posting, cause I'm tired, and it probably shows, but I wanted to try to get something out...
Yeah this turned out way longer than I wanted. Sorry about that :/}
Chure, zouns fair...
Asyr grinned boyishly at Donnie, and his hand emerged from within his coat with a fat cigar perched between two of his fingers. It was a good cigar, part of a package he'd picked up during his time with Ervisa on Cato Nemoidia. They were good. From some planet called Aiaru. He'd never heard of the place, but the tabac had a flavor quite unlike any he'd had before. And variety was good.
"Excellent," he said, as he handed the cigar over to her, and took a pair of onion rings in exchange for his offering.
He popped one of them into his mouth and looked up at the screen. The race went on, with Jodrel jockying for position against another racer he couldn't make out. But then the sound of something falling over grabbed his attention.
He glanced over to his right, blowing an easy puff of smoke from his mouth, to see some blonde-haired man sitting on the other side of the shorter Twi'lek had had drink spilled on him. Poor sod, he thought with a chuckle. "Supposed to keep the drink in the glass, lad," he quipped casually, and turned his attention back to the race and Donnie.
By this point, Donnie had been talking to the bartender about getting some kind special drink whipped up. While the bartender handled it, Asyr caught Donnie stealing in the same kind of glances at the woman's backside he'd expect from himself. Oh that's good, he thought, with a subtle little smirk barely tugging at the corner of his mouth. That's very good...
The bartender came back to them, with the drink in a pair of glasses for them. It was blood red. Asyr lifted a snowy brow and chuckled softly to himself as he took a glass. "Y'know, last time I had a drink this color it was so strong I thought I was gonna die," he told them both. "But," he went on, nodding at Donnie's assurance, "I'm gonna trust you, beautiful." With a chuckle, he gave the waiter a smile and wink. "And trust your friend here wouldn't go along in tryin' to kill poor ol' me."
That said, he answered Donnie's grin with a grin of his own and downed his own in unison with her. It was good. Strong. Fiery at first, though it faded as the drink went down. Asyr's tongue worked around his mouth as he set the shot glass back down on the counter. Surprisingly, there wasn't much of a lingering taste to it, but still, he liked it.
"Very good," he finally said, a broad smile to spreading across his face. "Don't suppose I could work that recipe outa you, could I?" The bartender gave him a sly smirk and waggled her index finger in a 'no-no-no' motion. But she laughed, as she moved down the bar to handle another customer.
Asyr was fine with that. He leaned forward again, with his forearms resting on the edge of the bar as he thought. The night was shaping up rather nicely. His end of the little group at the bar was quite entertaining. Of course, he was aware that the short Twi'lek had gotten up and left the fun altogether.
A glance back over his shoulder told him that she'd gone to sit by herself. Wonder what got to her.. he mulled quietly, puffing again on his cigar. As he turned around, he saw the blonde man, who was, for whatever reason, without a shirt.
Probably that.
With a subdued sigh, he turned around and looked up at the screen. Deryn was closing on Jodrel, but some more work to do before he could pass the guy. Similarly, he had a bit of work to do to ensure he had a good night. But first, he wanted to see something...
"Well, Donnie," he said, cig leaving a thin, wavering trail of smoke through the air as he leaned in to talk to her. "I like you. You seem like you know how to have a good time." He paused to draw in from the cig, and then blew a smoke ring. Never let it be said Asyr Yevor was above showing off. "And, if you don't have any plans tonight--or even if you do, if they're not really important--I think you and me could have a real good time, y'know?"
He chuckled and leaned in closer to her. His voice dropped as though he were about to tell her some big secret, though the self-assured little smile on his face might have given away his intention before he spoke. . "And I saw the way you were looking at her wonderfully-shaped bartender. I can't blame you, y'know. If you like, I can see what I can do to help us both out." He left the exact meaning of that up to Donnie, for now; he was sure she could figure it out. If not now, then she surely would soon.
"So," he said, speaking at a normal volume again and sitting up straight as if nothing at all had happened, "how about you just give me a moment to go check on your friend over there," he motioned back toward where the other Twi'lek had gone, "and then I'll be right back over here and we can keep on going, eh?"
He gave her one of his best smiles. "Sound good to you?"
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Post by The Conman on Dec 11, 2011 1:46:33 GMT -5
Donnie was about to respond to Asyr's proposition for their evening when he leaned in and started whispering about the bartender.
She hadn't realized he'd caught her looking. The Twi'lek wasn't embarrassed, more surprised that he'd noticed. The thought of a menage-e-trios, involving Asyr and Cellia made Doneeda giddy. That and she really didn't know how to respond to Asyr suddenly getting that close to her ear.
By the time he was back to his normal volume, she was all smiles.
She also hadn't noticed that there was a man sans shirt, and that Var had taken off to her own booth. Doneeda leaned over the back of her chair, and looked over at Var. She seemed to be strangely interested in the street...and the man had a strangely nice body.
Donnie leaned back forward, and looked over at Asyr, unsure of what was actually going on.
Ha'on a sek. Why' dere a guy oberder widdoud a shir'?
She didn't wait for a response, and turned back around, to face the person.
Oi. Ay, Cha, Yo' Wida no chir! Dis'a bar, na-a beech, dro'da panz, or geda 'ell oud!
She yelled, breaking down into laughter, while waving in Var's general direction.
Yah- Gah, see eef cha ca geda gurl ba' inda fun.
She said through laughter.
Cellia, 'ook a sista' up.
She said to the bartender, holding up her now empty beer.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 12, 2011 22:42:42 GMT -5
Var continued to sit at her booth, like some kind of statue carved out of marble. She was almost that pale as a matter of fact, so it wasn't an altogether inaccurate comparison. And just like stone, she often came off as cold and unfeeling. When she wasn't fiery with anger, she was icy, and it seemed as though she didn't have a shred of warmth or compassion in her.
But she did.
A part of her was still very tender, and though she tried to bury it away it kept reemerging. Whenever it did, she started to question things. There were always questions. So many questions, too many questions. What was her place in this galaxy? Where were her loyalties? There were superficial answers yes. On the surface she was a Sith, with a place in the Order firmly in the middle of the pack. That was clear enough. And her loyalties? To the Empire of course.
But was it really that clear? Was her place as a servant, held tightly to a code and an ideology? Or was her place somewhere else? Well that really depended on her loyalties now, didn't it? Loyalty. It was almost laughable the Sith Order expected it. After all, the ways of the Dark Side were steeped in betrayal and self-serving plots. She'd learned that all too soon after her fall. In a way she had loyalty though. She was surprisingly loyal to Donnie for instance, as a friend. And of course to her master and her love, Koeing. But above all... Var was loyal to herself.
In the end that was all she had.
The pale Twi'lek sighed and continued to watch the reflection of a neon sign in the puddles of water outside, noting the ripples from each falling raindrop. The water was just reacting and never acting on its own, responding to changes and never making those of its own. Without purpose, without planning. She was like that water. She'd never honestly had a plan of her own. Entering the Jedi had been a choice made for her, and even falling to the Dark Side had been the choice of her best friend, which she'd reacted to. At the end of the day she'd never really made her own decisions. It was like... like... after all the years of growth and all her increases in power, she was still a little girl, reacting to things and falling victim to circumstances.
Was that fair? What did it matter, life wasn't fair anyway. She knew that far too well. Like it or not, she was a Sith. And she'd always have to be one. She had the very strong feeling the Order wouldn't let her just walk away. Betrayal was encouraged there to seize power and to advance in rank, but betray the system and you'd be punished. Severely. If she left they'd likely kill her.
But did she really want to stay? Donnie had opened her eyes to a whole new world really, introduced her to a realm beyond her confines. And to be honest, she wasn't sure she wanted to go back to her old existence, without friendship and without love. But again, like that water, she had no choice.
Var drained her glass and didn't bother asking for another one. This was her limit now, and getting drunk wouldn't help at all. It might make her forget about her problems for a few hours, but they'd still be there. They'd always be there.
Maybe that was why she had to go to Tatooine, to end one of those problems permanently. If she could go there, hunt down her owner, and take his life, then she'd have her ease of mind back. There'd be closure. For once in her life she could sleep soundly. That had been the only thing keeping her going these past few months.
Well, she'd see it through. She had to.
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Post by Rugs on Dec 14, 2011 21:51:47 GMT -5
She was smiling. Good, good. Asyr thought with a little smile of his own as he downed some more of his beer. Things are settin' up just fine. Always knew I liked Zeltros.
"Ha'on a sek. Why' dere a guy oberder widdoud a shir'?"
"Hm?" Asyr glanced over at Donnie and saw the guy that'd spilled his beer was still sitting there without a shirt on. He was well built, better than most Asyr had seen, but the Echani didn't feel threatened or anything; his own body had often been compared to something carved marble, in both look and feel.
"Can't say," he said with a little chuckle. But before he could make the rest of his little quip, Donnie was already yelling something at the guy. Asyr just laughed and swirled the beer in his mug, shaking his head at the Twi'lek's antics.
He polished of the rest of it and stood up with a nod to Donnie. "Alright, Donnie. Hold down the bar for us beautiful people, alright?" With that he turned around and headed off to see the other Twi'lek.
His powdery blue eyes settled on the Twi'lek as he walked, his cigar trailing smoke in his wake. He didn't need the Force to know something was bothering her, or even the skill he had with reading people. Even if he hand't been there to see her go storming off from the bar, it was practically written all over her.
Better watch your toes, Asyr, he reminded himself. Don't think this one plays as much as her friend back there. It really was a shame; she was very pretty.
Asyr slowed as he neared the woman's booth and sighed smoke. He walked to the seat across from her, but he didn't sit. Rather, he stood facing her, leaning with his forearm propped up on the top of the seat's back.
"Hey there," he started conversationally. "Look, maybe we didn't get off on the right foot. But when you just got up from the bar..." he glanced back over at said bar, where the bartender, Donnie and the blonde guy were still going about their business. There was an innocent little smile on his face as he turned around and shrugged a little, then slid down to sit across from her.
"Well, just wanted to check to be sure you're alright. And no," he added, chuckling, "before you even go thinking it, I'm not tryin' t' screw you." He chuckled again and blew smoke out toward the aisle. "I'm sincere, for once."
He smiled again and held a hand out to her. "Name's Asyr, by the way. Asyr Yevor.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 14, 2011 23:40:04 GMT -5
"Hey there,"
Var looked up from her onion rings to notice the Echani man who'd been with Donnie, the one who'd been wanting into the other Twi'lek woman's pants. Well there was a surprise, she'd assumed he was merely into Donnie. After all, she had the better breasts. Maybe she was just second prize if Donnie turned him down.
Of course it was pretty hard to imagine Donnie turning anyone down. She was... loose. Var had snapped at her with such insults before, grasping them precisely because they were true. So it was rather unlikely this Echani had been rejected. This rather tall Echani man she noticed. He positively loomed over her when she was seated at the booth. Odds were he loomed when she was standing upright too. Despite all her fire, Var was not a tall woman.
"Look, maybe we didn't get off on the right foot. But when you just got up from the bar..."
The pale Twi'lek's light green eyes stared piercingly, unflinching and unmoved. It was as if she was looking at a picture or a statue rather than another person. She wasn't even fazed by his presence. She was unyielding, and her face didn't betray a single emotion. In short, she was in full 'ice queen' mode. She did that frequently, often when she wanted to be alone. Or when she wasn't sure what she wanted.
Did she want to talk to some random stranger? Not particularly. But then again, everyone had been a stranger at some point. Simply put, she didn't want to meet anyone. No one had ever wanted to meet her, so why should she feel any different? She was solitary, and up until a few days ago had led a truly lonely existence in isolation.
But here she was. In a bar. Drinking and eating fried food. It was like she'd become some ordinary person, and that was truly surreal.
"Well, just wanted to check to be sure you're alright. And no, before you even go thinking it, I'm not tryin' t' screw you."
Var blinked. Did he honestly just expect her to take his word for it? Just trust to his honor that his intentions were as pure as freshly fallen snow? It wasn't as if she was born yesterday. No, she had 26 years under her belt, and they'd all taught her the wrong lessons. People lied, and people had evil intentions. And most of all, people lied about their intentions.
"I'm sincere, for once."
The cream-colored Twi'lek woman folded her arms and gave the man a very skeptical look, one that said she highly doubted every single thing about him. And there was a certain resoluteness, a resolve about her demeanor that suggested nothing he could do or say would change that.
"Name's Asyr, by the way. Asyr Yevor."
Var stared at the outstretched hand, and didn't move her own gloved hands to meet it. One thing was very clear about her: she didn't like physical contact. For her, it was something highly intimate. She valued her personal space all the more, out of juxtaposition with the utter violations she'd suffered as a child. She didn't like being touched, and she didn't touch other people. In fact there were only two people she'd ever permit to touch her: Koeing and Donnie. Her love and her only friend.
This man, this Asyr, was neither. And she didn't feel the need to handle him with kid gloves, or be particularly polite. No, she was going to be her usual abrasive self.
She opened her mouth to speak, keeping her gaze locked on his.
"Say what you want or piss off."
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Post by Rugs on Dec 17, 2011 21:36:25 GMT -5
Asyr smiled, in spite of the hostility in the Twi'lek's statement. "Now what's the rush?" he asked, laughing gently. It had become apparent that she had no intention of shaking his hand, so he drew it back to his side of the table, and that was that.
Also abundantly evident was the fact that she didn't want him over there. Why, who knew? It would be no great surprise to him if he learned that she thought he was really was over there to try to get into her pants. And while he couldn't deny the thought was appealing, he was as good as his word. For now, as long as it was apparent that he ran the risk of losing a limb or his head for trying to flirt with her, she was safe. Relatively. Self-preservation and all that.
Besides, he had her friend and the bartender waiting back where he'd left them. Hardly poor catches.
But more than that, he had a hunch that the way the woman w as acting toward him wasn't so much personal as it was the simple fact that she had a chip on her shoulder that had caused some considerable amount of ire, and he was the most immediate target that she could direct it at.
Then again, maybe he was wrong. He had been before, and was sure he would be again sometime in the future.
Whatever her issue was, Asyr Yevor wasn't so easily fazed; on the contrary, he started to look at her like he had several of his more difficult conquests in the past. She presented a challenge. And, as things went, this particular Echani didn't easily shy from challenges, especially not when he'd come in a moment of honest empathy.
"Listen, listen," he said to her, keeping a soft smile on his face, "I know what you probably think of me. I'm obviously a man with certain goals in mind tonight. And you're a pretty young woman in a bar, right? What else could be on my mind?" A little twinkle entered his powdery blues eyes and he chuckled, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "After all, I'm sure you saw how I was looking at your friend up there, right?"
He wished for a moment that he'd brought his beer along with him; the mug would've been good for something to keep his hands occupied. He settled instead on pulling his cigar from his mouth and idly toying with it after blowing more smoke out into the aisle.
"But trust me, you're safe. What I want to know," he went on, sticking the cig back into the side of his mouth and continuing on without missing a beat, "is what has a pretty young woman like yourself down on a night like tonight? Sure, the place ain't the swankiest, but the atmosphere's good. And you've got a good friend up there." Asyr chuckled softly again. "I barely know her, but I can already guess that much."
His gaze returned to the girl, the smile on his face soft and understated. "So that's why I came over. There's somethin' on your mind. I'm not one of those brain-readin' Force types, but I can tell that much.
"So I figure maybe if I can help out in some way, even if it's just to be an ear to listen, I'd do what I can. Hate to see you upset."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 18, 2011 0:42:23 GMT -5
"Now what's the rush?"
Var continued to stare, her jaw set. It wasn't that she was in a rush or that she was rushing anything. She had no particular desire to talk to him, and she failed to see what reason he could have to talk with her. Well, any innocent reason that was. There were plenty of negative reasons he'd speak to her, ranging from likely to nearly impossible. Somehow she doubted he was a Jedi in disguise trying to learn the location of the Sith Temple. Maybe he just wanted to talk her into some sort of disgusting group sex.
"Listen, listen, I know what you probably think of me. I'm obviously a man with certain goals in mind tonight. And you're a pretty young woman in a bar, right? What else could be on my mind? After all, I'm sure you saw how I was looking at your friend up there, right?"
With that statement Asyr had certainly summed up Varulla'aba's state of mind. He had to be some lecherous man interested in a good time. A female Donnie. The question was, why was he barking up what was obviously the wrong tree? Var was obviously alone for good reason, and generally people had the sense not to approach her. Well, at least among the Sith. She had to admit she'd never been in a bar at all before the last few days, least of all one she wanted to be left alone in.
Everything always came to being left alone. There were precious few whose company she could keep. Precious few. And this Echani man wasn't among them.
"But trust me, you're safe. What I want to know, is what has a pretty young woman like yourself down on a night like tonight? Sure, the place ain't the swankiest, but the atmosphere's good. And you've got a good friend up there."
For some inexplicable reason, she half-trusted him. He'd done nothing wrong so far, and he had Donnie. Younger Donnie. Prettier Donnie. Thank the Force she wasn't in competition, because she felt like a shadow next to her fellow Twi'lek. Still though, he'd even called her pretty. Was it flattery, or did she actually merit attention next to Doneeda? Some area of her deep down wanted to believe she was attractive. She even believed it might be true, ever since the day she'd woken up and truly seen her body.
"I barely know her, but I can already guess that much."
Yes. Even despite that nagging feeling of inadequacy she felt in comparison, Donnie was a friend. A good friend. She was the only reason Var had been faring so well lately. Koeing wasn't around to comfort her, just Donnie. And she'd done a surprisingly good job of that.
Of course, Var was surprising herself too. She had a kind of strength she didn't know she had. Having someone to rely on, someone to love, had only complimented her independence and motivated her even more. Everything would turn out for the best. She wasn't certain of that, but she was hoping for it.
"So that's why I came over. There's somethin' on your mind. I'm not one of those brain-readin' Force types, but I can tell that much.
She was one of those 'Force types,' and even she couldn't always tell when someone was bothered or had something to say. But she had to admit her discontent was probably loudly broadcast. The nonverbal equivalent of yelling. Yes, something was on her mind. Many somethings. Things had been on her mind since she was a toddler, and they'd never left for one instant of her whole life. No, there had been one. Just one. Her first kiss.
In that one moment, everything else had ceased to exist. She'd never been hurt, she'd never been sad. Everything was bright, everything was clean, and everything was perfect. Then it had ended, and everything had come back. But for one brief moment her cares had been gone.
"So I figure maybe if I can help out in some way, even if it's just to be an ear to listen, I'd do what I can. Hate to see you upset."
The soft memory had taken the edge off of Var. Asyr didn't seem patronizing anymore, and he didn't seem like someone out to harm her. Maybe she had misjudged him.
Var sighed and stared out the window again at the rain, avoiding eye contact. It was the only way she could even begin to discuss herself with a total stranger. She needed anonymity, and eye contact made things personal. Intimate. She didn't want intimacy.
"You can't help me. No one can." Var ran a gloved hand over one of her lekku and a strange expression came across her face, almost as if she was laughing and crying at the same time.
"You can't change the past. You can't give me revenge, and you certainly can't give me peace. I can't even talk to you because you couldn't understand..."
Var made eye contact again, an extremely distant look in her expressive light green eyes, which seemed to be a little wetter than usual. Was it the drink, or was she starting to learn to express her pain in a way besides rage or cruelty?
"So what do you want from me? Do you want to hear the sad story of a sad little girl? Is that it?"
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Dec 19, 2011 16:43:42 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Dec 19, 2011 16:43:42 GMT -5
"You can't help me. No one can."
Asyr's snowy brows knitted slightly. No one? Maybe he couldn't help her in the way she really, truly needed. That was something he had been prepared to resign himself to and a fact he was more than willing to accept. For as much as Asyr could care for people, after all, he wasn't a miracle worker. For all his skill in love and in combat, for all the words that could flow from his silvered tongue, or for all of his impressive looks, there was only so much he could do, and he knew that. Especially in the current setting.
And for all his abilities, he could only help someone out as far as they were willing to allow him to help.
So maybe he couldn't help, but no one? No, someone can, he responded silently. You just have to find them. Sometimes he wished he couldn't be so empathetic from time to time. Made him feel mushy.
"You can't change the past. You can't give me revenge, and you certainly can't give me peace. I can't even talk to you because you couldn't understand..."
It was funny, the way the body said things that the voice tried to hide. Taken alone, Asyr might have thought she was still trying to push him away, to brush off his offer of help to make him leave her to her drink and quiet. Looking at her, though... The way her face looked like that of someone who was torn between emotions, the moisture that quietly gathered in her eyes...
Maybe he was thinking too much. Maybe she wasn't trying to hide anything or push him away with her words. But he recognized the looks, understood in some way how she felt.
"So what do you want from me? Do you want to hear the sad story of a sad little girl? Is that it?"
"If it helps," Asyr muttered with a sad smile. He leaned back in the booth, keeping his arms propped up on the table with his fingers lazily steepled in front of him. A brief flick of his eyes back to the bar saw that Donnie was still there. Time was of the essence here; he'd caught Donnie's attention with his offer and his little bit of flirting, and he knew it. But he couldn't leave her up there for too long.
But, he couldn't handle the present situation carelessly, either.
"Listen," he finally said after a moment, huffing wisps of white smoke from the side of his mouth. "You're right. Maybe I won't understand your problems. I'm not makin' any promises that I will. I'm not sayin' I can fix whatever wrongs you've had to deal with and make everything right. I'm not sayin' I can make whatever's hurtin' go away."
He paused briefly, drawing from his cigar a few times and thoughtfully blowing smoke away from the table. "But I know how it is to have somethin' in the past that hurts you, alright? The reasons are probably different, but... I can understand how you feel, at least. On some level, even if it's only basic and general."
In his mind he was back in that hanging city with Ervisa, sharing his past with her again. He'd never told another soul, not about Osana. But he'd told her. And while the pain yet remained, it had helped a bit, to finally get it out and let someone else know what troubled him so.
"And I know that, sometimes it's good to air things out," he said, sounding a bit distant before his gaze snapped back to her. "So if you want, to, then tell me." He shrugged his broad shoulders slightly, keeping his attention on her, but not challengingly so. "It's about what you want here, not me. If you want someone to be quiet and hear what's troublin' you, then I can do that. If you don't, then I won't force you to. I know how it feels to have a secret of the heart. Trust me on that."
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Dec 20, 2011 2:20:35 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 20, 2011 2:20:35 GMT -5
"If it helps,"
Would it? Would telling a complete stranger what happened to her make her feel any better? Somehow she doubted that. She'd told Donnie though, and that had helped. It was a strange relief that someone else knew. But Asyr was a stranger, a random person. He wasn't her friend, and she had absolutely no reason to tell him. How could it possibly help her to reveal her darkest secrets to him, just like that?
It wouldn't.
"Listen, You're right. Maybe I won't understand your problems. I'm not makin' any promises that I will. I'm not sayin' I can fix whatever wrongs you've had to deal with and make everything right. I'm not sayin' I can make whatever's hurtin' go away."
"You're damn right you can't," Var interjected, her voice somewhere between a whisper and normal speech. There was a hint of her venom in it, but only a hint. The alcohol in her system had her more relaxed than she otherwise might have been.
She was right though. He couldn't make it go away. He couldn't fix it. The most he could give her would be pity, which she didn't want. There was a difference between compassion and pity. Compassion was kindness, deserved or not, and pity was a visceral reaction to weakness. She didn't want to be perceived as weak, not at all.
"But I know how it is to have somethin' in the past that hurts you, alright? The reasons are probably different, but... I can understand how you feel, at least. On some level, even if it's only basic and general."
Var glared. It was everything she could do to stand up and yell at him. How could he ever know what she went through? He'd never understand how she felt, it was impossible. The very idea that he thought he could relate was offensive.
Her steely gaze showed her anger over that statement.
"And I know that, sometimes it's good to air things out, So if you want, to, then tell me."
Oh she was going to. He was going to know exactly why he could never understand what happened to her. She'd make him uncomfortable with her story, and then when all the facts were on the table he'd see how he could never relate to what she'd been through.
"It's about what you want here, not me. If you want someone to be quiet and hear what's troublin' you, then I can do that. If you don't, then I won't force you to. I know how it feels to have a secret of the heart. Trust me on that."
He knew how it felt to have secrets? No he didn't. Nothing compared to living her life as a Sith, hiding her weakness every single day from others... Living in fear, fear that someone else would see her vulnerabilities and exploit them. And now she had fear her love would be discovered too. These were all secrets she guarded closely and constantly. The only people inside her inner circle were Koeing and Donnie.
But for the first time she'd offer an outside a glimpse into her darkness, into the nooks and crannies she kept so carefully hidden underneath an icy exterior and aura of confidence.
Her very first step was visual. It took a great deal of willpower to unfasten her tunic in front of a room of strangers, but mercifully she'd chosen to sit in the darkest corner, which was secured from prying eyes. It was apparent, however, as her white undershirt and her bare arms and shoulders, which were almost as pale as the shirt, that the lightness of her flesh showed up in the darkness.
Var set the tunic down then reversed her position in the booth, sitting on her heels and leaning forward onto her knees to keep her balance. From the precarious position, she reached back with her arms and pulled her shirt up, revealing more than just a slender and shapely back in her customary milky color.
Her creamy skin was punctuated by a horrific spiderweb of overlapping scars, the distinctive tissue standing out. It was ugly, and no amount of time would heal it or make it fade. Her exquisite skin was permanently blemished, and it was clear why she always dressed so conservatively. She was hiding her disfigurement.
After the better part of a minute in silence, Var lowered her shirt and sat back in the seat normally, pulling on the tunic portion of her robes again, covering up her pale skin with the black fabric. Her jaw was firmly set and her stare had taken on a sharpness.
"Those were only the visible scars left behind. You have no idea what I've been through, and you can't understand how I feel. Let me know the next time you're beaten and raped at age five.Then you can understand. Until then don't dare to presume you can know what I feel."
Var spat out the last sentences in a manner verging on the literal. Every bit of vitriol she had found its way into those words, and she seethed over them. Maybe she was hoping to see Asyr squirm at that, or maybe she had the perverse desire to relive her own agony just to prove she was alive and feeling things. Maybe some part of her just wanted to freely share what happened, despite her better knowledge.
Maybe underneath it all, she was just a sad and lonely young woman who wanted someone to simply listen.
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