Post by Apillis on Sept 15, 2014 15:34:12 GMT -5
The peaceful world of Chandrila--a haven for politicians and socialites, one of its resident's within its capital Hanna City was a man named Grudar Johansen. An exceptionally wealthy man, one of the wealthiest in the Republic in fact with a reputation for being incredibly cosmopolitan and throwing private gala events for the elite within the Republic. Truth be told, he was little more than a over-glorified corrupt banker who actually worked out of Raltiir, though he maintained his main residency on his homewold Chandrila. Few actually know of his corruption as his PR campaigns as a giving philanthropist and staunch patriot to the Republic tends to over-shadow much of his suspected money-making schemes with other wealthy elite.
In one of the great skyscrapers of the capital at its top is where his immense residence is, covering several floors culminating to easily dwarf the estates of most even among those of his tier of wealth. At the top of the great spire of a building reaching up to the sky is a lovely three story home, which is actually nothing more a pool-house and the pool itself is quite large equating to being twice the size of those one can find in even the most ritzy luxury liners. The mans home truly embodied the lavish extravagance and posh over-indulgence one would expect from someone of his insane caliber of capitol, resources, and capitol.
Tonight was one of those hoity-toity gala events that he hosted as his grande residence that one would hesitate to call a condo or penthouse given its magnitude. Like the other before it, the private gala was one that anyone who is anyone should attend when granted an invitation, or risk the scrutiny of Gruda and his ilk. Those from galactic-wide renowned celebrities to other high-society elite who were either old money inheritors or the ambitious self-made. Security at these events were severe as to ensure what transpires within Grudar's private events remained just that. For it was not out of place at all for decadent behavior to occur during his parties ranging from indulging spice and sex to even the more darker and seedier revelries.
The light salmon hued haired Strata, Averia, found herself granted an invitation because... well... she was hired by a 'contact' (underling, truthfully) of Grudar's as a smuggler to move immense amounts of credits and spice for him under the Republic authority's radar. This she did and did well, well enough to out of gratitude extended Averia an invitation to his latest gala event on top of the large amount of credits she was paid.
Normally an isolationist out of necessity, for being too sociable has a tendency to get one caught either by the authorities or Jedi peacekeepers/investigators nosing around. Though, Averia also is not necessarily an outgoing individual as well. However, there are moments she does crave a bit of--for like a better term 'human contact'. On top of which, Grudar was an exceptionally powerful man, and not accepting a invitation or favor from him would be bad for business. As a Warden of the Sky and Mythic scout who poses as a smuggler when wandering the galaxy, doing something that may hinder her ability to continue maintaining that cover would not be wise. Besides, one never knows who they may meet at such an event. So with grace, Averia accepted the invitation and attended.
In a way Averia was already prepared for such a thing in spite of never having planned for it. While she seldom ever finds herself in a situation with the opportunity to wear them, Averia has a thing for formal and/or high fashion mens wear from some of the more high-class fashion labels. In fact, she has spent entire earnings--thousands of credits on just a singular outfit. While it is not something she does very often, still it is an indulgence she enjoys from time to time. She gets them tailored specifically to her slim feminine physique. To most she may be from a 'tomboy' streak in her that she enjoys wearing such male fashions, but for her kind which are a monogendered species, 'tomboy' has no real meaning--fashions amongst her people range wildly; so she tends to gravitate toward what she is most comfortable with wearing or merely wanting to have what she tended to want to wear from the fashions of her people.
Tonight she wore a quite expensive short-sleeved black and violet silken button up shirt with quite respectable black formal trousers and perfectly polished mens dress shoes. All of which tailored to her frame for a nice comfortable fit. The top two buttons and the button at the very button of her shirt purposefully left undone. Slipping her hands in her pockets as her cerulean eyes casually wandered about looking at all there was to see within the grand estate at the pinnacle of the skyscraper Grudar resided. Truly no expense was spared from both the building and designing of his home or the gala event itself. Averia had never seen anything like it before, more so within a gathering of some many famous faces.
Eventually her idly wandering of the estate lead her to the very top itself on the roof where massive pool-house and pool itself was. There with its own pool-side bar area and several places for people to lounge about. Some in the pool itself others merely comfortably sitting or laying on the pool furniture conversing and indulging on alcohol or spice. Averia was content to simply observe before engaging anyone at first, though those cerulean eyes of hers eventually caught sight of a face she knew she had seen before in holovids... but she was struggling to place a name to the face for a moment. Those soft lips parted a dash in a gasp a trice a later when the name finally struck her... Xella Jeza, the ever pulchritudinous pin-up and starlit of the Republic. And much to Averia chagrin she did not notice how long she stared at the beauty before finally averting her gaze and hoping the starlit never noticed her gawking.
In one of the great skyscrapers of the capital at its top is where his immense residence is, covering several floors culminating to easily dwarf the estates of most even among those of his tier of wealth. At the top of the great spire of a building reaching up to the sky is a lovely three story home, which is actually nothing more a pool-house and the pool itself is quite large equating to being twice the size of those one can find in even the most ritzy luxury liners. The mans home truly embodied the lavish extravagance and posh over-indulgence one would expect from someone of his insane caliber of capitol, resources, and capitol.
Tonight was one of those hoity-toity gala events that he hosted as his grande residence that one would hesitate to call a condo or penthouse given its magnitude. Like the other before it, the private gala was one that anyone who is anyone should attend when granted an invitation, or risk the scrutiny of Gruda and his ilk. Those from galactic-wide renowned celebrities to other high-society elite who were either old money inheritors or the ambitious self-made. Security at these events were severe as to ensure what transpires within Grudar's private events remained just that. For it was not out of place at all for decadent behavior to occur during his parties ranging from indulging spice and sex to even the more darker and seedier revelries.
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The light salmon hued haired Strata, Averia, found herself granted an invitation because... well... she was hired by a 'contact' (underling, truthfully) of Grudar's as a smuggler to move immense amounts of credits and spice for him under the Republic authority's radar. This she did and did well, well enough to out of gratitude extended Averia an invitation to his latest gala event on top of the large amount of credits she was paid.
Normally an isolationist out of necessity, for being too sociable has a tendency to get one caught either by the authorities or Jedi peacekeepers/investigators nosing around. Though, Averia also is not necessarily an outgoing individual as well. However, there are moments she does crave a bit of--for like a better term 'human contact'. On top of which, Grudar was an exceptionally powerful man, and not accepting a invitation or favor from him would be bad for business. As a Warden of the Sky and Mythic scout who poses as a smuggler when wandering the galaxy, doing something that may hinder her ability to continue maintaining that cover would not be wise. Besides, one never knows who they may meet at such an event. So with grace, Averia accepted the invitation and attended.
In a way Averia was already prepared for such a thing in spite of never having planned for it. While she seldom ever finds herself in a situation with the opportunity to wear them, Averia has a thing for formal and/or high fashion mens wear from some of the more high-class fashion labels. In fact, she has spent entire earnings--thousands of credits on just a singular outfit. While it is not something she does very often, still it is an indulgence she enjoys from time to time. She gets them tailored specifically to her slim feminine physique. To most she may be from a 'tomboy' streak in her that she enjoys wearing such male fashions, but for her kind which are a monogendered species, 'tomboy' has no real meaning--fashions amongst her people range wildly; so she tends to gravitate toward what she is most comfortable with wearing or merely wanting to have what she tended to want to wear from the fashions of her people.
Tonight she wore a quite expensive short-sleeved black and violet silken button up shirt with quite respectable black formal trousers and perfectly polished mens dress shoes. All of which tailored to her frame for a nice comfortable fit. The top two buttons and the button at the very button of her shirt purposefully left undone. Slipping her hands in her pockets as her cerulean eyes casually wandered about looking at all there was to see within the grand estate at the pinnacle of the skyscraper Grudar resided. Truly no expense was spared from both the building and designing of his home or the gala event itself. Averia had never seen anything like it before, more so within a gathering of some many famous faces.
Eventually her idly wandering of the estate lead her to the very top itself on the roof where massive pool-house and pool itself was. There with its own pool-side bar area and several places for people to lounge about. Some in the pool itself others merely comfortably sitting or laying on the pool furniture conversing and indulging on alcohol or spice. Averia was content to simply observe before engaging anyone at first, though those cerulean eyes of hers eventually caught sight of a face she knew she had seen before in holovids... but she was struggling to place a name to the face for a moment. Those soft lips parted a dash in a gasp a trice a later when the name finally struck her... Xella Jeza, the ever pulchritudinous pin-up and starlit of the Republic. And much to Averia chagrin she did not notice how long she stared at the beauty before finally averting her gaze and hoping the starlit never noticed her gawking.
