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Post by Keilara on Sept 26, 2009 22:53:23 GMT -5
A wave of irritation passed over her as he jostled her and tried to "wake her".
"I'm hardly asleep you tentacled idiot. You said to be quiet, I'm being quiet."
Her eyes snapped open and she looked up, a nasty glare shooting from her eyes. It was only for a second though, as another wave of terror passed over her causing her to tremble. Biting her lip to stifle a whimper as those tendrils of darkness tightened themselves around her very bones. It made her feel old and brittle and she was thankful he was carrying her; to her it seemed that to even set her foot on the floor would shatter every bone in her leg.
Oti snuggled into him, her fingers weakly yet with odd painfulness tightening in his clothing as tears began to leak from her eyes from the aching in her bones. She hoped with everything in her that their arrival with his mysterious partners would mean their escape from whatever this poisonous evil was.
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Oct 2, 2009 8:24:08 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Oct 2, 2009 8:24:08 GMT -5
His steps slowed as he began to notice the surrounding eyes on him. He was not particularly hidden in the crowd, and the security probably didn't like the thoughts of someone large and cloaked with another in his arms wandering around. His vision flicked from side to side as he watched them talk quietly, pause to glance in his direction, then return to their hushed mutterings. The size of the spaceport meant that if they started asking questions now there'd be a long way to go before they reached the ship. He could kill them he supposed, but chances are they'd shoot the ship out of the air. That was a bad thing. His fingers stretched and relaxed slightly to force the blood through them a little easier. The girl decided to make her consciousness known by sniping at him, before shutting her mouth and shaking in his arms. He doubted she was cold, so yes, she likely felt it too. The sweet scent of the other Dark Jedi. He wondered how it made her feel. Did she feel drawn to it? Or helpless to its presence?
Regardless, he had no time to ponder those concerns as an overweight security guard approached him, offering his hand up to stop the Nautolan. "Excuse me sir, please come with me." Jaa half ignored him, playing his race card and spurting off a few words in his native language which came out scratched and harsh in the air. "My beard is a windmill." His mouth broke into a slight smile, the language barrier probably confusing the human into not knowing what had just been said to him. A warning, a threat, a greeting, an apology, but whatever he assumed he backed off a little and returned to his friends. His steps continued at their slower pace, knowing they'd be back if they suspected him to be dangerous. Probably with blasters. Maybe he'd just rip out their throats and keep moving as if nothing happened, but whatever it was it'd be a lot easier without the shivering flesh in his arms.
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Post by Keilara on Oct 4, 2009 17:45:05 GMT -5
Panic seized Oti as a security guard wandered up to them. For a second she wondered if it had been her smart-mouthing that had drawn attention, but realized no, it was likely just the oddness of the situation and curled closer to him.
Without moving her body, her eyes shot to his face as he spoke. The sound, probably harsher to others, sounded odd to her and the tight, nearly painful ache of darkness around her bones loosened. It became a liquid tightness, as though her body were wrapped tightly in a dark skin and warm water were being poured over it. The sound of his voice speaking in his native tongue caused her to find the darkness relaxing with a surprising suddenness. Dark deeds were completed in darkness after all...
Oti allowed her pheromones to gently pass off her in waves as she relaxed into his hold. And they drifted around the spaceport with ease. The stout security guard and his friends suddenly found the Nautolan and his package uninteresting as a young, attractive woman appeared to be having trouble with her suitcase because she was distracted by an older but dignified looking man who was obviously wealthy. Children drifted off in their mothers' arms, older kids were a bit weirded out and left to go find video games, and parents, suddenly finding themselves free of their young burdens found dark corners to visit allowing the two obscure passengers the opportunity to continue moving so long as Oti's pheromones didn't overwhelm the two closest to them.
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Oct 7, 2009 20:59:39 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Oct 7, 2009 20:59:39 GMT -5
His footsteps seemed to echo against the surrounding corridors as though they were alone, despite the obvious presence of dozens of other passengers and security guards which would prevent such an effect. It was as though the room ahead was empty, though clearly full, but more in a way in that although there were so many others here, none truly mattered. None were engaged, threatening or problematic to the pair as the Nautolan wandered further into the spaceport. He looked around, half remembering it as he had run previously from the ship up onto rooftops, but hadn't realised just how much time it would actually take to walk. Running would be not only easier, but faster and more effective, whereas walking was more discrete, subtle, and wouldn't provoke screams of terror from the girl as he darted through building structuring. At least here she was being docile and calm, even if it was just some sort of paralysis on her behalf. He didn't really care and continued to stroll, making an interest in ceiling fixtures as he passed another guard unit.
Yes things were certainly different to the time he remembered coming here initially. Different to when he had intended coming here with death on his mind. Now he was just walking at a slightly slowed pace once again, arms less tense since the guards were clearly not intent on moving after him. Even his tentacles were buzzing a little, which had always been a good thing in the past. Last time he'd done that, actually, was when the meeting of Dark Jedi had been called and he had trekked his way across Korriban. Clear sailing, so to speak, and his hands loosened into a more gently grip over the pretty girl in his arms, shifting his arm slightly to stroke against her with its movements. If he didn't have the need to move to the ship, he'd stop right there and spend some time talking to Sina which would later be explained as security trouble. Yes, that would certainly be an idea to consider at some point. At least as long as she was with him he'd have that opportunity. His eyes drifted away, and then back, a little surprised. No, not Sina. But... close but not. She felt like Sina, but couldn't be even a relative. His head hurt.
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Oct 10, 2009 11:42:08 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Oct 10, 2009 11:42:08 GMT -5
Oti's eyes drifted closed and with a small sigh she laid her head against her captors shoulder. Somewhere in the back of her mind was the knowledge that this lethargy was brought about by her own pheromones, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
His hands brushed along her as they moved, the slight loosening of his grip on her allowing that deliciously dark, relaxing sensation to continue and grow. Enhanced by her own pheromones, the sensation made Oti want to slip out of his hands and tug him into one of the many dark corners.
The temptation grew as they drew closer and closer to whatever the source of the darkness was. Somewhere else in Oti's mind was a prick of interest that she was no longer terrified or in pain, but she no more cared about that than she did of knowing that her own pheromones were about to cause her to do something foolish.
"Hmmmmmm..." it was a soft whispered sound and it slipped from Oti as she leaned just a tad bit forward and just brushed her nose along her captors' neck. "You smell nice..."
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Oct 10, 2009 19:42:41 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Oct 10, 2009 19:42:41 GMT -5
His gaze wandered slowly from place to place, individual to individual, group to group, face to face as he moved between then like an expert driver passing through traffic. His steps never moved faster or slower in any noticeable fashion other than to get around a group without disturbing the apparent intimacy they were experiencing with a lack of children to disturb them. His eyes drifting down to the girl in his arms as she spoke to him, her words rather odd. Very odd, in fact. He wondered half whether she was just very tired or whether she actually had taken some sort of liquid when he wasn't looking. She certainly had been given plenty of opportunities. He wondered just what she actually meant for a moment - he didn't smell any different to earlier, or at least that he knew. One of his tentacles flickered a bit, a spasm of sorts, and something at the back of his mind clicked on as he looked down at her. Not those pheromones again, surely? Didn't she run out of them at some point or something? She was like a little drug dispenser.
"It's you isn't it?" The words were muttered, and quickly followed by more, spoken in a more authoritative tone. "I smell the same as I've always smelt, just like how you feel as soft as you've always felt." His arms twitched a little to indicate where her body pressed against his, or where his pressed against hers. His posture dropped slightly, breathing pressing more noticeably against her with each oxygenated intake. He sighed, not really bothering anymore, just knowing that he needed to get to their ship, but suddenly that was feeling so far away. Much further away from him at the moment than other things which would be a lot easier for him to get to. A lot easier, a lot more fun, and his hand wandered a little up her leg before falling back down to her feet. It felt almost strange and nearly distasteful, but it also reminded him of certain memories. Certain... old memories. His eyes flashed ahead and then back down. No need to be hasty.
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Post by Keilara on Oct 11, 2009 12:06:06 GMT -5
A smirk quirked her lips as she brushed her nose along his neck once again.
"And who says you didn't smell nice before..." Her voice was soft and teasing. The closer they drew to their destination the more subdued she felt. As the darkness seemed to creep visibly down the hallways, Oti closed her eyes and wrapped a hand around behind his neck. She didn't want to see something that frightened her as much as the practically tangible evil they were moving towards...
And besides...
The could take a few moments couldn't they?
They were swiftly reaching the end of the spaceport, crowds had thinned, hallways were dimmer and hollow sounding. It made her shiver... or was that his hand on her leg... she didn't know anymore.
"No one has ever said I felt soft before... They never take the time."
The hand resting on the back of his neck stretched fingers up to stroke along the base of his tentacles. They either needed to get where they were going or Oti was going to come completely unglued. Pheromones always did do weird things to her.
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Oct 14, 2009 20:24:11 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Oct 14, 2009 20:24:11 GMT -5
He took the time to rub his thumb against the length of his finger, feeling the rubbery texture grind roughly against itself in a way that would put a Barabel's hide to shame. Twitching his nose briefly at the distaste of the feeling he withdrew the finger from the thumb and folded the skin into a light fist to prevent it rubbing against itself accidentally, a squelchy, stretchy sound almost feeling as though it were there as he tightened it. It wasn't particularly hard, in truth, but with his other hand pressed against the skin of the girl he felt like he was the most coarse being in the galaxy, and even if he were submerged in water he doubted that the change of his skin from the surrounding fluids would actually match hers. It was as though the softness of the robe she had been wearing when he had landed in on her had been passed down across her entire body. Her words, each syllable and pause, sending twinges of sensations across his body as the synapses fired off one after another, excited but with no apparent meaning to him, other than that the way she spoke was better than anything he'd ever been subjected to in his lifetime.
The hallways dimmed slightly, though his vision compensated and it was barely noticeable to him, if at all. His pace remaining slower than it would have otherwise been, his desires tending him in two directions both towards the pull of the dark side and the gathering of Dark Jedi awaiting his return, and the influence being given to him to remain right here. The influence that was hindering his pace and dragging his steps evermore from the centre of the hallway and towards the left side where time and time again he resisted the easy temptation to just fall into the small alcoves in the walls that appeared to be designed specifically for the purpose of falling into and getting lost in. The more he passed them the more enticing he looked, each shiver of her body in his arms and against his chest, just one large soft entity pressed against him that distracted him and made him want to disappear into the shadows with her. It was after several encumbered steps that he paused, dropping his arm slightly and looking down at her with eyes of emotionless intent.
"Do you think you can walk?" She wasn't heavy of course, in fact there was the feeling that more of the weight on his arm was keeping the muscle held up rather than her weight. Even if she had been heavy, it was hardly likely that he was going to complain with her situated in such a way that she was at that moment, or at least how she had just been. Now he wasn't sure whether he wanted her close or to see whether she could walk by herself and... well, he knew she was pouring out something. Just what, he wasn't sure. He could feel it, though, certainly, and it was... strange, but not bad. Not what he was used to. Not something he'd prefer out of choice, but it was already past the point of rational decisions and now he was just dealing with what he'd been given. Maybe not hating it as much as he would in a different mindset, but that was hardly a fair comparison at the moment, now wasn't it? His head inclined slightly towards her, fingers trailing gently against her arm as he continued to walk, bearing slightly to the left.
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Post by Keilara on Oct 15, 2009 12:57:01 GMT -5
Her fingers continued softly brushing along the base of his tentacles as she struggled to answer him. Her eyes were half closed, her breathing coming in faster, shorter breaths. Her head had leaned in towards his neck again and her lips were mere millimeters from his skin. With a groan of frustration she rested her head on his shoulder and nodded, the answer taking another few seconds to wiggle out of her.
"Nothing wrong with my legs as far as I know..."
The fingers stroking along her arm were beyond distracting. Each time they passed over this one spot she shivered. It drove her to distraction and without thought Oti slipped herself free of his arms. Sliding down him till her feet touched the floor, she turned to take a step out of his personal space and tripped over her skirts.
Falling forward and sideways, the Zeltron woman found herself face first in a shadowy portion of hallway and turned to lean against the wall. She lifted her skirts into her hands and glared at them.
"Things grew longer I swear it."
Oti eventually lifted her eyes to her nameless captor and waited for him to make the next move. She needed to get to their destination. She felt so oddly it couldn't be healthy.
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Oct 18, 2009 0:00:49 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Oct 18, 2009 0:00:49 GMT -5
He suppressed his typical borderline maniacal laughter as she tumbled ungracefully after relinquishing herself from his arms, substituting it for a smaller smile to encompass feelings of 'Well that was sure graceful' with 'What am I going to do with you?'. He shot his hand out to grab onto her, steadying her easily with his large limb. After the initial grab, though, he softened his muscles, relaxing both them and his grip on her, and allowing her to fall gently against the wall behind her. He stared softly into her eyes, his black penetrating deeply into the whites of hers. His hands found their way down to hers, grasping her fingers in his and holding them there as he moved in slowly, leaning carefully in towards her, dragging her hands towards him a little, still grasping her skirt. His forehead moved in to touch against hers, not pressing on her but just lightly, and not enough to press back against her. His hands started moving against the soft silkiness of her clothing with hers, moving both of their hands up and down against her robe, pressing against her body as the hands moved.
Rolling his head gently from side to side, he let the tentacles wave lazily in the air, picking up the tiny smells drifting around and in and out of the membranes of his skin. His head tilted up slightly and he felt her breath against his skin then, tips of their noses hanging just a fraction of a shake from touching now. His eyes dropped closed lethargically, body feeling tired and exhausted and tingly, struggling to move her arms now, and finding concentration an arduous task. His hands slowed, still pressing hers into her robe and body, sighing with a low, natural moan. "Seems we're quite alone..." His voice was lower, deeper, more lax than usual and tending towards his racial language's strange speaking format a little in his induced exhaustion.
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Post by Keilara on Oct 18, 2009 19:52:19 GMT -5
She gazed back at him, feeling as though she were in a dream. For a moment she felt as though she were 18 and innocent again. Young, without the years of "work" for the sake of the crew she had for so long called family. She was holding his hand as he played with hers, rubbing both back and forth along her robe.
The drugging affect from her pheromones had long since caused her to close her eyes, and she sighed softly as his forehead touched against hers. It was another soft, soothing and enjoyable touch, magnified by the gentle rolling of his head. The soft ends of his tentacles stretched out and brushed lightly against her skin. Had she been more aware she might have felt they were seeking more of the pheromones as she put them out, but the soft touches simply drove her further into what she was sure was a dream.
He tilted his head and she followed naturally, their noses touching briefly. Inspired by the innocent feeling touch Oti repeated it, brushing her nose gently against his again and sighing once more.
If only this wa- "Seems we're quite alone..."
Something began to struggle within Oti, something not innocent and not sweet, stirred by the deepness and slightly harsher sound in his voice. She knew this... she knew the feelings his voice invoked and she hated them. She wanted desperately to go back to the innocence of the previous moment; the light, sweet touches of breath on skin and barely sensed skin touching skin. To enjoy once more the innocent feeling of his hand holding hers.
Her eyes shot open and the pheromone output stopped suddenly, near instantly changing from sensual to challenging and she jerked her hand away from his and shoved him suddenly with all her might. Her hands smashed into his shoulders and she brushed away from him, beginning to hurry down the corridor in the direction they had been heading. Tears had begun to well-up in her eyes and she desperately blinked them away.
Afterall, Oti had always known innocence wasn't for her.
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Oct 18, 2009 21:05:50 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Oct 18, 2009 21:05:50 GMT -5
The change in the air and mood was instantaneous and when he sensed it his tentacles tightened as though they'd been dipped in icy water, and felt like it too. His head pulled back, dragging the strands of muscle away from the poisonous girl and didn't bother to try and touch her as she dragged her hands from his, the grip on his releasing as though he wanted her to just get away from him, which she did. Her hands pressed against his superior bulk and she succeeded, if anything, in pushing herself away more than anything. She left their small alcove, darted off and to the left, down the way they had been travelling, her movements clumsy and hardly as graceful as he expected from someone of her kind. He stepped out after she did, moving slowly and unhurried as she elongated the distance between them with her frantic steps. His head still shook a little from side to side as though trying to force the irritating feelings in his head that made him want to scratch the stinging sensation out of his skin. His hand drew itself up lazily palm facing up towards the fleeing woman.
In an instant he manipulated the Force and pulled her up. She dangled, far over a foot from the floor and probably closer to two, his hand pausing there, breathing coming in slow and deep breaths. With the slow curling of his fingers he started to pull, the hand forming a rather loose fist as she continued to move back towards him through the air at a walker's pace. She had led him this far and he would not be denied because she suddenly felt like playing games - mind- or otherwise. As she came within a few feet of him he began to use the Force for more creative purposes, flicking her hair a few times with it, running a line of pressure against her cheek. His presence encircled her, pulling in around her from all sides as she hung in the air before him, his mouth breaking into a smile as he placed her in a hypothetical tube made of the Force and started reducing diameter. This would certainly stop her moving away, and teach her for certain who was the one making decisions out of the two of them, and he could say for certain it was not the one hanging helpless in the air.
Turning her through the air with a slight twist of his hand he brought her round to face him, looking into her eyes that once shone with happiness that now reflected how he seemed to feel so much of the time. His head tilted to the side a little, eyes slightly narrowing as he fought off the last dredges of sleep she'd forced onto him during her close proximity to him that had sent him into such a loopy mood. It was literally enough to make him want to go out of his way just to kill someone, but there was really no one around at the moment. "Anywhere you were going? I expect a reason why you've decided to run." His eyes buried into her mind in a similar way to how he felt Eurachis may have done earlier. At least it felt like he was doing something similar. Starting through her eyes into her soul.
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Post by Keilara on Oct 19, 2009 2:41:31 GMT -5
Her footsteps had begun to slow, and Oti began veering to the right, her hand stretched out so she could brace herself against a wall and take a moments rest. Just as her fingers barely brushed the steel she felt her body jerk up into the air. Her hands flew over her mouth to stifle the shocked screech that erupted from her. As she hung there, still for a few moments, one of her hands dropped to her chest to rest over her pounding heart.
He was some sort of Jedi thing.... he had to be, ripping her from her balcony and now holding her in the air.
She gasped, freezing in fear as her body began to slowly move backwards.
Please no... please no.... please no...
Oh she didn't want to have to face him right this second. Just a few moments of gathering her composure, that's all she had wanted. A chance to soothe her tortured mind and settle her frantic spirit. She hadn't wanted to bolt from someone so badly in years. Not since her first night with a client. And now she had run and been captured by someone who was essentially a cheater.
That was it... anger. She would fuel all her fear and frustration into being angry with him for cheating. It had been Oti's fall back for most her life and hadn't ever failed her before. She was certain it wouldn't fail her now.
Her hair flicked back from her face and her eyes widened. It had felt like a hand was stroking through her hair, picking small sections and playing with them. She jerked her head away, trying to see who or what was messing with it.
A hand flew up to her cheek as what felt like a finger flew down it. She'd seen no hand, felt no actual touch, and yet she was sure that a finger had in fact stroked down her cheek.
Biting her lip in frustration, she began to squirm when other touches were felt. None of them welcome, but all of them very well known. When no actual person was visible to her she narrowed her eyes. The bastard.
Her body was being slowly rotated, the touches never ceasing, seeming instead as she drew closer to him to become more intense and constant. She hated this feeling, oh how she hated it. By the time he had finished turning her to face him she had shut herself completely off. Her face was an emotionless mask. Pheromones were no longer being emitted and she was simply there, existing in his hold and waiting for whatever would be done to her next.
"I have no reason and obviously it doesn't matter if I run, you seem quite capable of catching me."
For a brief second a spark of rebellion lit up in her eyes but it was quickly lost as she became distracted. Something that didn't belong was moving around in her mind. She felt it might have something to do with the Nautolan in front of her, was nearly positive when she couldn't quite bring herself to look away. Instead she found herself falling deeper and deeper into his stare.
Her eyes wanted to close. As she felt little tendrils of his mind working, slithering, brushing, teasing even past hers and sighed for what must have been the fifty-thousandth time since she had been forced into his company. Slowly her eyes fell closed, her head beginning to tilt backwards as her hands brushed up his arms and rested on his shoulders.
She could feel him creeping past memory after memory and was powerless to stop him. When he touched the memory of her mother cooking her fish her hands tightened on his shoulders till they ached, relaxing only as he visited the few happy memories she had of being in the facility. Sterile, peaceful... calm... her hands nearly slid from his shoulders as she revisited those.
He brushed along the first few years with the crew that was so much her family and a light smile crossed her lips, fading only when he came across the memory of her first time with a man. The pain and humiliation and satisfaction of seeing his body against the warehouse walls with a blaster bolt through his chest. The burning and stinging on her hand from where she burned it as she dropped the blaster on the ground and walked back to the ship.
The moment he touched that memory she began to struggle, trying to force him out of her mind and away from her physically. It was a memory she refused to think on. It had happened and shaped who she was and what she had become since then. Her hands pressed against his shoulder, an agonized squeak coming from her as she tossed her head from side to side trying to force him out. She didn't want to think about it, didn't want to remember losing that and realizing what she would become because of it. Anger was better... anger was safer.
No..no..no.nononononononononononononononono
She fought, tears streaming down her cheeks as she desperately tried to keep him from the last memory of what had forced her to become what she was. The last moment her innocence had been ripped from her. She knew she wasn't meant to be innocent. She'd known it from a young age, she had been so different from other children. But that in no way meant she didn't long for it.
Her fists pounded weakly against his shoulders as she fought back sobs. It was bad enough that she was crying and that she had been forced to relive all these things. She wouldn't, she couldn't give him the satisfaction of turning her into a sobbing ball of disgusting, pathetic, worthless whore.
Desperately she grasped for those thin tendrils of anger to try and bring herself back under control.
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Oct 20, 2009 19:03:11 GMT -5
Her answer really meant rather little to her. In truth it was only going to be one of a few set things that she'd see. A resignation to her fate of being bound to him, at least for the moment. A half-hearted attempt at bravery wherein she would pour out part of her heart but leave herself feeling vulnerable. A savage retort that would be both unladylike and improper. Yes, he was sure he knew what she would be capable of, seething with rage, wanting to kill and hurt or maim or punish or something. Something. Anything. He knew what she'd be feeling and thinking right now, knew what would be going through the small soft head of hers as she hung there in front of him. He'd given in to his primal angers and lusts and hatreds once, long ago. His mind suddenly suffered from inhibition, thoughts suspended in motion as he considered the past choices he had made. The decisions that had shaped his life to the degree of turning him from the Jedi, influenced him to pursue a different, darker, deeper path that he neither regretted nor loathed. In truth he basked in the glow of the dark light.
She remained perfectly poised in the air, unable to reach the ground from her tentative position in the air, and he traversed the short difference between them instead. Entering the invisible area within two feet of her he pressed himself into encompassing as much of her vision as he could. His eyes pulled at hers to force her to keep looking, his mouth wordlessly and motionlessly urging her hands to follow up his arms to touch against his skin. Bring her fingertips up to the broad muscle on either side of his neck with his teasing, dominant orders which directly affected her mind. His words and hands pulling on her strings of thoughts without moving a muscle, using the Force to play her like a beautiful instrument. Pluck a string, measure the note she sounded off, and with enough touches of her inner world he should be able to play her just right. Hie eyes grinned maliciously as he stroked the tip of his finger against her skin, tracing precisely where the touch of the Force had been earlier with great satisfaction.
With enough of his reassuring probes into her subconscious he was into her mind, her eyes long lost into hist black voids by now and slipping closed to heighten the sensitivity of her other senses. He brought his hands up and gently touched her skin, bringing the large fingers to hold around her face, tilting her head forward towards him, dragging the world of her mind that acted as safe haven for her towards him. It was then that the grey devil leapt into her thoughts, through swirling mists and hazes of confusion. The scene now was of a feast being set out by her mother. He didn't know how he knew it was her mother, it was just the instinctual knowledge, the underlying fact that would not be challenged by him. Her mother cooking her fish. Her fish... other thoughts drew themselves around his mind in reference to these. Yes, she'd worked for them. Saved, spent a long time on it, and then went and bought them herself. And now here they were served up on dinner trays for an assortment of guests to dine upon. He could name most of them, too. It was delightful.
He pursued her life from memory to memory, some no more than a few seconds long, some vivid, some ambiguous. She didn't press him away, however, and kept her hands quite still against his shoulders as he stole memory after memory from her life. His mind buzzed with the power of being able to control like this, being able to manipulate and abuse. A memory attracted him towards it, feeling just as he did there. He felt manipulation, anger, power, and he forced his way inside this one like he had with all the others, and as soon as he broke the membrane of this memory she started to fight against his hold as it played through his mind. He watched, and not just watching as an observer, but from several perspectives all at once, watching from the male perspective, the woman's perspective, the outsider's perspective, and with a contented smile saw her burn a blaster hole through a man's chest at the cost of failing to preserve her own hand as the blaster backfired onto her.
Now there was just one more thought linked to this that interested him, and she fought him all the way as he battler her through her mind to achieve his goal, her screams of 'No!' echoing endlessly around him as he pressed on through the inner world. This one too fell before his onslaught and he viewed the final piece of her life as she hit him pathetically with her arms on his chest, unmoved by her tears or emotions or words that echoed around him both inside and out. Watched right to the end and pulled out of her mind quickly and sharply with a satisfied breath. Now was the time to think, to consider, to decide how things were to progress, and he had no idea, and without even pausing to consider let her drop the few feet to the ground out of his grip, knowing she would not be moving anywhere. He pivoted away from her, contemplating and rubbing his hands as he did so, cracking the knuckles and bones in his hands as he thought. "So, seems you lied" He smirked. Of course she had lied. She didn't know he'd known, but then most people don't know what their own fear smells like.
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Keilara
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Oct 20, 2009 21:36:14 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Oct 20, 2009 21:36:14 GMT -5
A cry of pain was torn from Oti as she fell to the floor. Either her ankle had snapped or it had sprained.. she didn't know. The throbbing in her head and heart easily outmatched it.
"I hate you..."
A hand shot out and struck at his leg.
"I HATE you..."
Again she struck at him, uncaring if it hurt him; not even sure who it was she was trying to hurt. Memories she had been so careful to conceal; humiliations that had hurt her so deeply she had covered them with a mask of angry indifference, ignoring them until someone brought them up.
He had touched in one hit the three most humiliating and terrifying moments of her life. Each connected to the other. The bastard had forced her to relive her rape and first killing, the day she'd been humiliated by a client who had discovered her name and her mutilation of him for it. And lastly, he'd forced her to relive the day she lost the upper-hand amongst her clients. For years she had managed to keep from degrading herself as some sort of common prostitute.
Her hand grasped his leg and she slowly, agonizingly began to climb up him. Her anger was mounting. Bianca Exotica had never asked for this life.
A hand grasped his thigh and she lifted her tear stained but determined face to look at him. Many men had turned their backs on her and each had suffered before she'd lost the upper hand amongst them.
Her hands grasped his robe at chest level, she winced in pain as she bumped her foot against his.
Forced over and over to degrade herself once he'd told all her clients her name. Forced to perform acts, suffer indignities, and remain silent with a smile on her face; all because of her name. All because one client got out of hand and she'd spared his life if not his manhood.
The tears had dried, her face was set and she stared at him in cold fury. There was no other man here but this one. This Nautolan that had forced her to relive the most humiliating moments of her life and had smiled when he was finished.
One hand remained fisted in his robes, but the other took a backhanded swing for his face.
"I hate you."
She could no longer stand on her own two feet because of him. He was dangerous, but so was she. Anger was a powerful tool and Oti was full of it. The icy fury in her words burned through the air. Let him kill her. She could not care less. If he killed her she would haunt him. He would suffer for the sins of every other man who had ever humiliated her.
Bianca Exotica straightened her spine as best she could and lifted her chin proudly.
"How I hate you, you bastard."
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Oct 21, 2009 18:18:28 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Oct 21, 2009 18:18:28 GMT -5
She cried, yelped even, like a dog that had just been punched in the gut, and his eyes cast themselves down upon her crumpled form, squinting at the weak creature by his feet. She spoke in words too big for her, and lashed out, tempting the swift response from his leg. It was tempting to kick her just because she was on the floor. Her childish strike didn't help her case at all, but he was going to be the bigger person here. The... significantly bigger person. Make her feel she was the one losing control, keep himself dry on the high ground. Clearly he'd touched a particular nerve with her there. Forced up something she never wanted to confront again, and then made her withstand the vision. And then did it twice more. Truly delightful, his tentacles quivered with exquisite pleasure, overjoyed with his own actions. The claw of the girl now grasped its way up his leg, pulling herself in desperation to her feet by grabbing up his leg. The temptation to kick her off was there, the one to help wasn't. How simple, to deal a backhanded blow to this girl and watch her fall and not try to get up. Teach her for placing the small, soft, pink hand against his thigh like that.
She stared into him now with a face stained with the tears of a damaged woman, and her small fists grasped his robe in a feeble attempt at intimidation, made all the more fruitless when she winced when her foot contacted with his. She was engaged in a game too big and hard for her, and if she didn't try and go home soon she'd not have the chance any more. She repeated the words she had said so many times already and yet had even less feeling and emotion behind them than the first time, or so he detected. The hand came driving from his robes in a backhand to his face, and he inclined his head a little to offer her the best shot. The black eyes followed the fist as it swung clean through the air and contacted with a slap against his skin. There was a slight lull in their conversation before she spoke again, straightening herself as if in some sort of regal position of higher authority over him. She clearly didn't, and he answered her attempts at communication, both verbal and non-verbal, with just one response. A low, suppressed laugh.
Indeed, she was a strange one, this Peterson girl. She claimed herself as this woman, a vision of the girl she wanted to be, and now that vision was shattered. It had been good once, making him believe. So good he felt that even she believed she was an in-control sane woman with apt skills at handling herself. In truth, though, it turned out to be pretty much a lie, and there wasn't really anything she would be able to say at this point to sway his mind. Nothing for her to do but to admit to herself that her life wasn't the masterpiece she had initially portrayed it to be, and the thought of her hurting herself even more than she had been already. The wounds were open and fresh, and he hoped there'd be plenty of chance for the grime and dirt to get back inside them before she closed them. He wanted another reason for them to be opened. His eyes flared at her, enticing her to try something more. Why not hit him so he could feel it? Give him a phrase with emotion? It could be fun.
"You hate me? That's why you're saying it over and over? It sounds more like you're proving it to yourself. " He drew his face closer to hers, enhancing his size and importance in front of her by filling up the room. "So, Miss Peterson. Do you want me to kill your mother?" He watched her response, grinning, knowing the answer before she even had to say anything and informing her of the fact with a delightful tone. "Of course you do. I can see it in your eyes." There was a glint there, certainly. Something that may have been relevant, but he hardly cared at the moment. At the moment it was all a mind game and he hoped he could come out the victor just so that there was an extra weight to hang over her head. "After all, anyone who did that to MY fish would suffer for their crimes." Not that he would own fish in the first place, but it was certainly the thought that counted.
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Oct 21, 2009 21:09:08 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Oct 21, 2009 21:09:08 GMT -5
H-he'd actually moved towards the hit.
And he'd laughed at her.
Oti stared at him in utter shock. Her world was quickly and completely disintegrating around her. Desperately, frantically she grasped for the shattering pieces of the woman she portrayed.
Inside my heart is breaking!My make-up may be flaking... But my smile, still, stays on!*
The words drifted through her mind as she struggled to piece together her facade once more. Her anger wrapping around her like a tenuous shield, ready to shatter at the slightest impact. She could stand no straighter, and it should have come as no shock to him what she was. She may not have been able to best him in strength, but regardless of how much her head and body ached, she still had a mouth and words, and Oti was hardly a high-price prostitute for nothing. If she had to lower herself to dealing with someone of his caliber as opposed to the quality of clients she usually dealt with then so be it.
There would be no fancy dinner, no dancing before dessert, but Oti had acted this part for the better portion of a decade. Inside she may still be the little girl crying out for a mother who wanted her more than the deluge of parties, but outside she was a cool, competent woman more than capable of fulfilling her clients' every whims.
Just as she readied to open her mouth and ask him what exactly it was he wanted from her, he spoke and offered her redemption.
Kill mother....
For a moment the desire sparked so strongly in her that she nearly leapt away in fright, instead tearing her gaze from his and looking to the side. Never had the hatred she had for her mother felt that strong... that terrifyingly strong.
No, Oti didn't want him to kill her mother. She wasn't worth it. Let the waste rot on Zeltros, Oti had bigger and better debts to repay and if this man was willing to help her exact revenge on those who had ruined her, she would bind herself to him for as long as he wanted her.
Her pheromones altered slightly, the rage tinged with something deeper and more sensual. She wanted revenge so badly she could nearly taste it. The desire to take back from that man everything he had stolen from her was pounding through her veins.
She turned her eyes back to his and gave him a cold, cruel smile. How she would love to take everything from the man who had forced her to become a whore, leave him kneeling on the floor begging for mercy and kill him slowly.
"Not my mother..."
The Show Must Go On- Queen
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Oct 22, 2009 19:54:17 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Oct 22, 2009 19:54:17 GMT -5
Judging by her reaction, she had clearly considered the option presented to her before. In fact she seemed happily willing to seriously ponder his offer before declining graciously. Or, rather, with the whole pause before saying she didn't want her mother dead it made him wonder whether she truly meant that. Something she had said though, something in her words tickled his fancy and he leaned in closer to her to get himself up in her face with a smirk of victory across his lips signifying to himself of his victory over her as far as relations with her was going. She was willing to take him up on some sort of deal that he could offer her, though he wasn't sure what that was going to be. Her smile was mirroring his. A cold, twisted, malicious grin that had troublesome, wicked words written all over it. He supported her against his chest more readily now, knowing in his mind what she wanted based on what he knew of her. She was humiliated and degraded, and not only did he see what had happened, he saw faces, had picked up names. And she was going to help, he was sure of it. Revenge was the thing that made a woman a truly terrifying force in the galaxy. This girl was no different, and if she'd deny herself the opportunity for revenge he'd be surprised ineed.
"So not your mother...?" His breath ghosted out in light torrents against the air, brushing against the thin imaginary strings he was manipulating to achieve the answer he had decided he wanted. She'd respond to his touches, his pushes and pulls, the way he move her about to best suit his needs, and in the meantime all he needed to do was appear caring towards her life. Not that she was complex or anything, in fact she was especially simple, which was a good thing really. He didn't have the patience for the multiple layers of the onion when he could just cut through the middle and get the centre with far less effort, if a little messier. He drew away to her side, letting her rest against his arm now, eyes cast up to the windows of the corridor portraying dark night and the early onslaught of rain. "You want to deal out some punishment." The discouraging images flashed through his pseudo-memories of the night she'd gotten weak and let the pathetic weakling of a man survive. Not another chance, should they find him.
Dragging her with a soft tug of his arm he brought the hobbling woman with him as they walked slowly now towards the starship docked and awaiting arrival. Their appearance was now more along the lines of an odd couple rather than the dominating figure carrying the weaker woman in his arms. Her hobbling hinted at something in their relationship that was not normal, and although with great concentration it may have been within his skill to heal, really there was no need for her to have the injury repaired immediately. In fact there wasn't even any reason for him to reveal his lightsaber at the moment, and that was a lot less blatantly obvious than using the Force to repair a damaged leg. His hand stroked down her arm that pressed against him, taking her hand into his to hold her against him firmly as they walked. True, the pheromones were gone now, but the fact was that she still had things that he was willing to acquire, and he had the abilities to do things that she wanted. A symbiotic relationship that would benefit both of them, and to be fair it was fine if be would gain from their partnership in some different ways to how she would.
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