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Sept 16, 2009 0:29:15 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Sept 16, 2009 0:29:15 GMT -5
His laughter caused a shiver to crawl down her spine, and she was forced to admit it wasn't a shiver brought on entirely by fear.
To an extent he was right, she enjoyed forceful men who knew what they wanted and wouldn't allow her to deny them, but there were limits and her earlier client had a history of forcing her past them. Oti liked rich and powerful men. Some men are powerful without money, some are rich but have no power... but both provided ample amusement.
And in some cases, security.
She saw his hand wave in her direction and suddenly felt her feet begin to slip out from under her, quickly she leaned back against the wall and waited till the sensation passed. This was twice now he'd managed to physically move her. It was a bit disturbing.
"How do you do that.... that... that hand waving and knocking me over or dragging me closer to you."
She had no intentions of leaving. She was as safe here as anywhere but the Wobbler. Watching as he filtered through the crates, she chose not to answer him and instead waited for his reply to her question.
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Sept 16, 2009 6:32:04 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Sept 16, 2009 6:32:04 GMT -5
Kicking away the useless crates, sending a small shower of splinters into the air, he turned, marching his way back out into the main area, deciding the other small room might have something of interest. She hadn't answered his question, but that was fine. He didn't really care about that ship anyway. The more he kept her talking though the less likely she was to throw a massive fit and try choking him with those pheromone things again. He scratched the back of his head, pressing on a tentacle, considering cutting the damn things off. Would certainly stop giving her the advantage at this rate. Gaining sight of her again he noticed her pressed against the wall, apparently having stumbled. She seemed to have managed to remain standing when he pressed the Force into her, slightly impressing him but otherwise not that much of note. It wasn't like he had tried to force her into the ground, or she'd be lying there immediately. He too ignored her question until he had glanced inside the other small room on the other side of her.
"Looks like someone's been here recently." He observed noting the small blankets, empty, but still aromatic beer bottles, papers dotting the room and bloodstains. Probably junkies or abusers of some sort, he wasn't sure and didn't care. He'd just kill them if they turned up, probably without even using his saber. Leaving the room, the stench of alcohol beginning to irritate him as it mixed with the damp, the mould and the dust of the place, he returned to watching the pink girl, now willing to at least respond to her question. "It's complicated." He could have left it like that, and almost did, with a long pause. "All you need to know is that you should be glad it was me who took you. I'm not going to bother lying and tell you I'm good, but I'm not the kind that would kill you outright, at least not today. Will not do... well, most things I expect your clients would do..." He skirted around the issue, deciding it best if they didn't make a habit of digressing to sexual preferences.
"There are others..." He wondered how best to describe the Jedi. So many words and so few that would be appropriate for this semi-sheltered individual to hear. He had no intention of sharing his history as she had done, and in fact was not going to at all if he had any say in the matter. Which he did. The full say, in fact. "There are others who lie, covet, steal, kill and manipulate for their own ends whilst claiming to follow a strict, altruistic code of conduct." He snarled at the memories, remembering the same code he had sworn back then and how it had been corrupted. "And as for hand waving, that's just a small part of it." He listened as the sound he had thought he had heard a second ago began to get louder. An airspeeder returning, probably. "I can influence you to take a knife to your throat. Pull out your lungs through your chest. Snap your neck with a thought... but you'll maybe see all this soon enough anyway."
He indicated upwards, tilting his head, bringing awareness to the vehicles floating above that may or may not end up fighting them. Hopefully not. If he were clever he'd get away with just ignoring them. They were damned tricky things to take down. An idea suddenly shot into his head, and he moved back into the second room, summoning a blanket to him. It was dirty and patched, but quite dark. holding it firmly in one hand he used a Force push to blast several pieces of caked dirt off, the grime floating lazily through the air, and he returned, placing the blanket onto his head. "I am one of the strongest of our group, just so you know. You'll be safe with me. Well, depending on your definitions I guess." He tightened the front of the cover with his hands to prevent it slipping off and moved towards the exit, stepping outside and glancing upwards into clear skies. "Get over here. We're going to walk it to the ship. You're going to be riding on my shoulder." He let himself disappear from her sight and went down a few steps towards the ground, sitting down and waiting for her to climb aboard, sighing at the monotonous nature of walking as opposed to leaping across rooftops.
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Sept 16, 2009 21:24:39 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Sept 16, 2009 21:24:39 GMT -5
Oti gave him an incredulous look. She would do no such thing as ride on his shoulders.... not for all the Darmassian silk in the galaxy.
She looked around quickly and spotted a dirty off-white tarp. Hurrying over, she spread it out on the floor and looked around for something to cut it in half with. Finding nothing she huffed in frustration, forced to call her captor over to help.
"Uh.. um... hey... you.. um... sexy tentacled headed one..."
She blushed as soon as the words were out of her mouth and set to work finding a rip in the tarp while she waited for him to respond. Finding one she began to tear the tarp in half, knowing she would be forced to stop at the seams. If she could get the tarp torn in half and have the tentacle-head pull use his fancy hand waving to pull a few of the threads out, then she could gather it into a skirt, tie it round her waist and fix the top of her robe into something a bit distracting.
"OI Tentacle head!"
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Sept 16, 2009 21:37:44 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Sept 16, 2009 21:37:44 GMT -5
"I hope you're not saying that as an insult, or I'd introduce you to by other hand." He snapped at her, his steps heavy as he returned into the room, thundering footsteps leading him to just a few feet from her, his eyes burning down onto her. "And didn't I tell you to get outside with me, or are you deaf as well as stupid?" He glanced down and grabbed the fabric, holding the dirty rags between his hands and turning it a little, almost unable to get over the sheer amount of grime and crap attached to the cloth. Ripping it in half in his hands, he threw it gruffly down in front of her, believing he'd made his statement clear. Indicating towards his head, he spoke at his tether's end. "You do know I'm not wearing this as a fashion statement, yes? If I'm spotted by those airspeeders we'll have more guns trained on us than you've spent nights staring at the ceiling." He glanced at her coat, her skin contrasting very much against it. He doubted he was much in the wrong on that statement.
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Sept 16, 2009 23:35:58 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Sept 16, 2009 23:35:58 GMT -5
"I'm hardly saying it as an insult you idiot. It's not as though you've actually told me your name in all the dragging me from my hotel room, hitting me, throwing me and what not you've done." Oti snapped at him as she began to work the threads of the tarp, gathering the fabric. "And yes, I heard you. But I am hardly going to climb up onto your shoulders in a robe beneath which I am lacking any sort of clothing." With a satisfied sigh, she quickly wrapped the tarp around her waist, creating a make-shift skirt still large enough to wrap twice around her waist while remaining full. If it were any fabric but a nasty tarp from the floor of the warehouse it would have looked beautiful; but as Oti pulled her robe free she grimaced at the dirt on her hands. Her nose wrinkled quite adorably to keep her from sneezing and set about rearranging her robe to highlight her... assets. (minor OOC val dear... you already know it but this is the look she's going for DRESS
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Sept 17, 2009 10:09:48 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Sept 17, 2009 10:09:48 GMT -5
"You don't need to know my name." He huffed, moving back away from her and resting against the wall, adjusting his makeshift cloak a little and folding his arms. He considered telling her some of his name to make things easier to get across, but he hardly believed she deserved the privilege of that much, and decided to come up with something altogether different. "Call me Master, or Master Utaar." The name of his once-mentor would suffice for the moment, and if he decided somehow she needed to know his actual name then so be it. As he watched she turned the filthy rags in her hands into some sort of improvised skirt and pulled her bathrobe around it. It looked almost like an actual skirt if he didn't already know what it was. The cream gown fell around her waist and flowed past her legs, drifting from side to side as she turned. He glanced up, vaguely interested in her skills as an apparent seamstress, and went on to answer her concurrent statement.
"Well you had better decide now whether you're going to be walking or on my shoulder because I'm not swapping halfway through." He turned to face the door, thinking of the civilians wandering around out there. He was sure several of them wouldn't take a second thought before taking a shot at the girl if she was wandering around on the ground. His eyes stopped moving even as she made an indication she was ready, adjusting her top with her fingers to perfect it. He sniffed, sensing the night air start to fully descend around them. The last few glimmers of light died out of the sky, leaving it completely void of light, with only the lights of what he assumed to be police vehicles and civilian districts to illuminate the pathways. He was starting to feel anxious, not one to enjoy walking in the near dark. He would have quite happily ran across rooftops, not placidly pottered towards the starship like a cripple. His patience was already wearing thin as he spoke to her once more without turning his head. "Ready yet?"
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Post by Keilara on Sept 18, 2009 1:19:26 GMT -5
Oti could not keep in the snort at his pompous answer of "call me master."
Straightening her shoulders and shaking her head lightly to feather her hair as it cascaded in light pink waves down her back, she put on her most dazzling smile and began walking past him.
"I'll stick with tentacle-head, thank you. I have only one master... me."
She stepped out onto the walk and without giving a moments pause shouted back to him,
"Hurry will you? I told you, I cannot afford to be late. Digging around in your worthless crates did nothing but soil my dress."
She hoped he'd catch on. A woman ordering a man dressed in a ratty cloak was less likely to be thought as spectacular than a man in a ratty cloak ordering around any type of woman.
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Sept 18, 2009 22:13:57 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Sept 18, 2009 22:13:57 GMT -5
He could see what she was trying to imply, but that didn't detract from him bringing up his arm as if to wind her across the face with the full force of his forearm. The arm suspended in motion a few seconds, eyes pulsing as he watched her, almost feeling his skin darken and swallow in the light as he watched her. The way she swapped from her left foot to the right, how she moved forwards, the way the bathrobe pressed down on her shoulders. Everything at that moment in time irritated him and made him want to snap her neck, pull it clean off and watch her slowly bleed out. Then leave. But he watched as she walked, seeing how she alternated between her left and her right. Sina had used to do that. And she had walked forwards too, just like how this Peterson girl was doing. And clothes, Sina wore clothes, and they were often on her shoulders. He could remember, remember so vividly that he could almost touch the soft blue of her skin and look into her endless eyes. As much as he wanted to kill her right now, he found her to not be worthy of death. At least not right now. She made him feel nostalgic, an odd churning of his stomach reminiscent of eating poor food, but a good way. If she didn't otherwise disgust him he'd maybe go as far as to say he loved her.
No, that was far too much of a long shot to go. Following her out the door, bringing his fist through the wall next to him instead of across her face. The stone cracked, not content with the invasion of his fist, and let several dusty shards of rubble to avalanche towards the ground his feet already stepping into the night air before the baby rocks struck the floor. He watched her from behind, observing as she wandered the streets as though she owned them, knowing it was merely a matter of time before she was approached by one of the undesirables and essentially mobbed as they poured out of the side streets like the rodents they were. He glanced to his side as they walked, seeing the lidless eyes of the silent silhouettes following him as he passed them, maintaining his own shadowy stare before breaking contact as the alley disappeared from sight around the corner. His head slowly pivoted around to the stuck up figure in front of him walking as though she had something stuck in a rather uncomfortable place.
Ceasing to follow through with that line of thought, he flared his tentacles, allowing them to elongate a little and spread as opposed to the usual tension they were under when he wanted them to be. The air reeked of drains and poor hygiene - at least to him. His wrist knocked intentionally against his lightsaber, feeling the metal press against his side. No need to use that between here and the ship preferably. He loved to fight, but there was a limit to the adrenaline gained from slaughtering pathetic street hooligans and wannabe thugs. The clash of lightsabers and the resonating crackle of a intercepted blaster bolt were the types of things that truly got the blood pumping. His fingers twitched at just the thought of it. How he wanted to kill a Jedi right now. Even if it was just a padawan. Padawans had lightsabers usually, and even if they only waved it around uselessly it was fun. He mentally knocked himself, reminding himself to be aware of his surroundings, the air's smell changing slightly to a less pungent dungy aroma.
"Come round here often?" He mused to her, enjoying the delicious atmosphere of poverty as they moved, keeping his voice low as they passed more festering abodes.
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Post by Keilara on Sept 19, 2009 8:16:52 GMT -5
Oti continued down the alley in the direction she assumed was towards the spaceport. She had no doubts that tentacle-head would correct her if she were headed in the wrong direction. He corrected her for everything else.
Eyes settled on them and she withheld a shiver. The poor... while she pitied them, she could never really bring herself to understand them. The vast majority were poor because of indulgences they could not have ever possibly afforded and yet gambled, in many ways, their entire lives on.
Come round here often?
The words were murmured almost, soft and low to not attract much attention... Except hers and boy did it ever. Another shiver shot up her spine and she resisted the urge to stop walking. She had always been a sucker for low murmuring male voices, and this was no different. Oti's heart rate increased, a light blush slipped onto her cheeks, and pheromones were put out in a light wave.
oh dear....
Her own voice lowered and changed a bit as a result, "No, not often. Funny meeting you here in fact."
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Sept 19, 2009 8:55:04 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Sept 19, 2009 8:55:04 GMT -5
His fingers trailed around the brim of his hood, pulling it further onto his head while he followed. An airspeeder crossed overhead, lights blaring and filling the street with blinding brightness momentarily as it passed, before it disappeared over the buildings of the next street. He kept his head down, eyes glaring up through the hood at the vehicle with the heavily armed men. Noticing his pace had slowed, and that he was falling behind the girl, he moved up faster until he was close to her once more. Close enough to... to feel a little good again. To feel warm and comfortable, to hear her hear racing, to feel the warmth pouring off her. He brushed his tongue against the inside of his lip, thinking. Her reaction was definitely a response to his words, and her reaction was certainly one of excitement. Probably adrenaline running through her, heightening her senses, bringing her into heightened awareness. A cruel thought passed through his mind and he suppressed a smile, waiting until they passed under a dimmed area of the street before acting.
His legs carried him swiftly up next to her, one arm slipping around her stomach and impeding her movement, the second arm coming in particularly lower and assisting the first, pressing his body forward to hold against her back. He leaned forward considerably, bringing his head close enough to her ears to be able to speak in hushed tones to her. "So, princess, is this the type of thing you like then? The type of thing you 'negotiate' with men?" His hands slowly stroked up more, still pressing against her dress enough to remain in contact with her skin. The bottom hand teased up to her stomach, and the other came to rest to support the assets she seemed to talk so much of. He pulled her in his arms a little, flexing the massive limbs, and breathed lingeringly against her neck. He didn't even need the Force for this. This was natural, and it was indeed fun.
Pulling his arms away, he stepped back, overtaking her with a moderate pace and laughing, audibly, but not extremely loud. Just enough for him, her and anyone listening intently. He loved it. Loved the cruel nature of his ways, setting them up just for a disappointment. His palms brushed roughly back against his head - if he had hair he would have smoothed it back - but as it was he just roughly pressed against the rubbery skin and organised his tentacles to whatever degree of freedom the cloak on his head. His hands returned from their activity, his head feeling a little refreshed, and he glanced backwards towards the girl. Checking she was still there before continuing to lead forward, getting the feeling that the spaceport was more or less directly ahead.
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Sept 19, 2009 10:24:08 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Sept 19, 2009 10:24:08 GMT -5
She really hoped that if she was going the wrong wa-
Someone's arms wrapped around her and tugged her backwards. For a moment Oti fought, fought harder when she felt where his hands were and what her body was being pressed against. Then her eyes caught sight of the skin on the arm holding her and she stopped struggling. Her heart was beating frantically from the panic of him grabbing her and as he placed his lips right next to her ear and spoke she began trembling lightly.
Her breathing became shallow making her lightheaded and forcing her to drop her head back and lean it against his shoulder. She gasped lightly as his hands traveled over her skin, eyes slipping closed.
"If I were negotiating with you, I'd have my little blaster that I keep strapped to my thigh pointed into certain... things right now."
Her voice was breathless and as he stepped away from her she stumbled and almost fell. Taking a moment to regain her composure, she leveled a glare at him before stalking after him muttering angrily under her breath.
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Sept 19, 2009 17:36:34 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Sept 19, 2009 17:36:34 GMT -5
For a moment he struggled with the most difficult of choices as to whether he should next slip a hand up her thigh and feel around until he found that blaster she claimed to have. He laughed internally, imagining the thought of her jumping a literal ten feet into the air if he did that. Not like he'd be complaining if he actually did do that. She had soft skin as far as he could feel, and soft things were always a welcome thing to his skin. An exile's return from the harshness of Korriban was something that left the skin thoroughly vulnerable to the dulled edges of the bathrobe, her skin and all manner of other gentle touch. Glancing left and right again, he noticed the ebbing of the shadowed figures, drawing gradually further towards him as he passed further into the street, their eyes no longer glints in the darkness, but moving closer to present their intentions, his own reflection looking back at him in the dim light. His muscles tensed, hands rolling into fists as he continued, making sure to take in every piece of information he could gather from his surroundings and to use it to keep on the upper hand. His head didn't even need to turn to know the girl was behind him.
"You'd better stay close, I doubt this is one of the more luxurious streets." He warned, his pace slowing to allow her to keep up but his head not turning. His head not needing to turn. He didn't need to stare out into the half darkness to try and see the cruel intentions. He could smell, feel, hear and taste the surroundings, and if he detected anything moving with even the slightest flourish of adrenaline or a toe out of place he'd know about it, know exactly where it was coming from, and would be able to round on them without missing a beat. Allowing the pink girl to slip ahead of him, his fingers flexed a little as the bathrobe brushed against his arm. His eyes followed her, being the only sense he wasn't dedicating to sensing the surroundings, and ran their gaze up and down, from her hair down to the bottom of her dress and back.
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Sept 21, 2009 15:33:44 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Sept 21, 2009 15:33:44 GMT -5
The ill intentions floating about the street were nearly tangible as Oti struggled to keep from speeding up and breaking into a run to get away from the oppressive evil. Not only from the figures haunting the shadows, but from her companion as well. Tentacle-head was easily the most dangerous person on the street.
Slipping past him she shuddered. The evil intent simply poured off him in waves. She could see the lights of the space port looming closer and her steps sped up just a bit more. A shiver slipped down her spine as she could almost tangibly sense him slip his eyes down her back
Pervert
For a moment her fear dissolved into irritation with him. Trust Tentacle-head to be perving on her while they were in danger. He'd gotten them into this by being all handsy and now he was making it worse by perving on her. Deciding to one up him, she added a little bit more of a sway to her hips, letting the skirt accent how her body moved as she walked.
Focusing her eyes once again as she teased the man behind her, another chill raced down her spine.
Evil all around tonight...
The feeling was like a shroud as they drew closer and closer to the port and suddenly Oti found herself torn between the desire to run both from the port and from the shadows in the streets behind her. Instead, she came almost completely to a stop, uncertainty lining her face, her lower lip drawn between her teeth.
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Sept 21, 2009 16:41:07 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Sept 21, 2009 16:41:07 GMT -5
His eyes continued to follow, her, just as his feet did as they continued to pass through the street. A few strange, hooded figures began wandering back and forth now, traveling in the opposite direction. Slightly shorter than the girl, much smaller than him. Not humans, not that he cared. Not that they'd dare come close to him. Well, except one, one thinking he'd be a hero and pass rather close to the Nautolan. Jaa dropped his gaze momentarily to look down at the hooded figure before flicking out a tendril of the Force to knock the figure off their feet. They dropped to the floor with a thud and Jaa walked on. Don't play chicken with bigger vehicles.[/i] He mused, his eyes drifting back to the girl, and immediately locking onto her swaying hips. They certainly weren't doing that before. Not that he could remember, and he was observant. She was teasing him, and she wasn't even being subtle about it. Not only he, but a few observers poking their alien heads from the shadows were also having a look. He almost wanted to hit her, and that only amplified itself when she stopped in the middle of the street.
Without missing a beat he scooped his arm around her and marched forward with her held firmly against his side under his arm. His arm squeezed, not even attempting a gentle touch as he pressed forwards towards the spaceport. He could sense the rest of the group not far at all, maybe even their already, it was difficult to tell, but at the moment the majority of his attention was focused on the stupid thing under his arm. "I told you either walk or ride. Stopping is not walking, and stopping back there should have warranted you a snapped neck from me." He warned her without even trying to be gentle, his tone accusatory and harsh. Had she wanted to be left there and taken by the stragglers of the city? Used, attacked, robbed, raped, sold into slavery, killed? He knew their types all too well. Even after spending so long alone, things never changed. Never shifted from the stereotypical lifestyles he'd come to loathe as he served as Jedi Knight. The Spaceport was not far now, but it was still quite a walk.
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Post by Keilara on Sept 22, 2009 19:24:28 GMT -5
Oti's hands snapped up and slapped against her chest to prevent any further disasters as she was unceremoniously swung along like some sort of human sized hand-bag.
"You uncouth, rude, obnoxious, tentacle-headed idiot." She muttered, not wanting to bring too much more attention to them than he had already managed. "Can't you feel that... I can feel it and there's nothing special about me... And even I know there something special about YOU."
A sudden wave of fear washed over her as the sense of oppressive evil emanating from the space port pressed down on her and she frantically struggled to get away from him. Pheromones fled from her body in terrified waves as her hands scratched at his mindlessly, her only desire to get free before the sense of evil lessened again and logic crept back into her brain leaving her limp and exhausted in his grasp.
"I-I don't want to go any closer to the port..."
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Sept 23, 2009 14:00:30 GMT -5
He felt her shuffle more and glanced down, immediately redirecting his eyes back up ahead and clearing his throat a little. She wasn't seriously doing that at a time like this was she? "Look, I know it's probably been a few hours but can you do without touching them for at least a little while?" If he had eyes like the other races he would have rolled them, but as the case stood he was currently unable to commit such an act in any visible manner. When black moves it tends to go unnoticed. She was also apparently talking about feeling something now, and he wondered just what kind of woman he had managed to pick up. Insatiable. Definitely. Not even glancing down he squeezed her a little with her fingers, feeling a soft stomach, but only pressing in about half an inch. He didn't want to kill her by pressing his fingers through into her intestines. He blinked, dissipating the next thought from his mind. No, he would not be penetrating her. Especially not with his fingers.
The spaceport wasn't far, and the more steps he took the more she writhed. Didn't want to go there? So that was what she meant. Yes, he could feel the other Dark Jedi ahead. They were emitting their dark aura like a beacon at him. A tasty beacon he supposed. He licked his lips, wishing the air was more moist, wishing the rains from earlier would return and provide a damp ecstasy all around him. Striking his skin like the soft touches of the best Zeltron on all of Zeltros. Wait... He glanced down at the girl beneath his arm, growling a little. She was disrupting his thoughts again. AGAIN. Why would he want a Zeltron when he could have a smooth Nautolan woman? He squeezed her in his arm, warning her that she definitely had no say in the matter as to where she was going, and where he was going, before marching on unfazed. Either she went with him or he'd drop her where he stood and let the monsters of the alleyways take her into their slums and devour her body, soul and innocence. Or what little innocence she seemed to have.
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Post by Keilara on Sept 23, 2009 23:01:04 GMT -5
She whimpered a little, wincing as his fingers dug into her stomach, feeling as though they would penetrate her flesh.
"It's not safe..." The words were whimpered, but she lay still, seeming to huddle against the man, seeking protection from the only source she could find. They were in the alleys behind the space port. It would be beyond foolish to try to run here and not just because she was sure he would kill her before she got a foot away. There was the danger of the villain types that lived in the alley ways as well. Oti, though far from innocent, was far from corrupted by choice and in all cases of the losses of her innocences would have preferred none had ever occurred.
Lastly however, was that oppressive and almost tangible evil. Oti tried to press herself even closer to her mysterious captor as what felt like tangible tendrils of evil seemed to slither from the cracks and windows of the spaceport towards them. Oti's hands slipped unconsciously downward and wrapped around his as she stared wide-eyed and unblinking at the building hovering ahead of them. With every step her body would tremble in terror.
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Sept 24, 2009 6:46:06 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Sept 24, 2009 6:46:06 GMT -5
He felt her hands grasp around his and his muscles tightened in his fingers. Not squeeze, just tighten as though he'd just thrust the hand into freezing water for a few minutes. He looked down, seeing how precariously the dress was posed at the moment now that her hands were gone, and he didn't even look around to see the groups of eyes looking eagerly from the sidelines. Stopping his strides, he didn't place her down, but rather brought her out from under his arm and scooped her up with his left one instead, knowing she would be much more amicable towards him if he didn't attempt to have her rest on his arm with a leg either side of his arm. Her back rested against his upper arm, and the rest of her body followed the line of the limb until reaching his hand which wrapped around her ankles to stop her from slipping. It was an awkward position but one that he believed would keep her quieter in the long run, and how he did enjoy it when she shut up and didn't berate him for her own actions.
They were almost at the spaceport by now. Several people moving around looked and saw the giant hooded figure moving towards them, the woman held in his arms like a child. It would have been a cute sight to see, but the body language was all wrong as far as they could make out. She wasn't exactly free to move there, his arm probably wasn't comfortable, and he didn't seem to be taking any pleasure in the woman in his arm being there. His steps slowed a little to a more steady pace to fit in with the other passengers. "Say anything and it'll be you, and then everyone else. Everyone." He stressed the words. He meant it. Men, women, children. He doubted she would actually try but if she did there would be consequences further reaching than he doubted she could ever bear.
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Keilara
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Sept 24, 2009 16:33:58 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Sept 24, 2009 16:33:58 GMT -5
He was emitting the nasty tendrils of evil too. Oti could virtually feel them creeping from his fingers, his tentacles... every breath he took sent them into her skin, wrapped them around her bones, up her vertebrae. She couldn't have moved, spoken, could barely breathe.
Closing her eyes she simply tried to curl in on herself and pretend that all of this was a nightmare. Perhaps soon it would all be over and she would wake up back in the hotel room, all this simply a figment of her dreams brought on by the horrors of her last client.
If she was lucky.
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Sept 24, 2009 18:44:25 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Sept 24, 2009 18:44:25 GMT -5
He brought her closer against her as he passed through the doors of the spaceport, finding a large crowd passing between checkin stations and the landing pads off at the end of a long corridor. He knew that she'd be quiet, but not how long that would last, and he would have quite preferred that she would be away from any inspirations of bravery or opportunities of stupidity before she decided to try. Once she was aboard the ship she's be quite safe, or at least they would be. She'd be safe in that he'd have no further need to kill her, and they would be in that he'd not have to murder a few dozen guards to get aboard. His mind wandered from where they were down the hallways, his eyes seeing over the heads of many of the civilians, but the Force stretching out between the individuals to view the space between. He could feel nothing threatening, just the knowledge that he was close to the other members of the mission that he had split up from at the mission location before setting off to arrive back here.
Dragging his feet a little he began to mimic the lowly drollness of the wandering members of the public who clearly did not want to be here. Space travel was not fun for them, and with this unhappy bundle in his arms he doubted it would be for him too if she was going to be depressed all the way there. If she really didn't like him then he'd better keep her away from that flea-ridden Wookiee and that lecherous human. No knowing what sorts of diseases they had. Not Eurachis, of course. Jaa found that Sith Lord to be rather worthwhile of his time, and he was sure the man would be willing to overlook Jaa's indulgence. If not, well... it was a pretty big galaxy, he was sure there was something he could do. Bringing his other arm up to support his first, he tried to keep the girl awake. He didn't want her drifting off to sleep and having a night terror or something - that would just be rather unfortunate. "Hey! Hey! Stay awake, you hear me? Won't be long and we can get aboard and leave with the others." He whispered somewhat, not wanting the surrounding people to try and poke their disgusting noses in.
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