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The Politicians Daughter
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Saturday, 04 May 13, 7:30 PM | Message # 21 |
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| Ilanah shook her head lightly before she pushed her fingers through her sleek, raven locks. "No, don't be sorry, Kal." She said quietly as she relaxed and leaned back against her speeder again. "I like it, actually." Ilanah actually have him a genuine smile. "No one has ever called me that before, honestly."
With a sigh, she glanced away from the handsome young stranger. "So why? Why do you think you need to help me? What if I am just fine how I am?"
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| KalThanatos | Date: Sunday, 05 May 13, 9:36 AM | Message # 22 |
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| He saw her genuine smile and returned one, feeling satisfied that he had been able to make this woman truly smile. He would give her a small nod as she continued on about how no one has ever called her that. It was actually shocking that no one had. It wasn't like he had gone through a lot of work and thought to come up with it. He basically took two letters off, one at the end and one at the beginning.
She was quick and hadn't forgotten what they were talking about previously. He looked at her, as she glanced away from him, "I protect. I help. It's what I do. There's nothing wrong with having fun and letting loose, but I can tell that you let loose just a little too much and got yourself in a place where you need an outside force to help you out...and that can be me, if that is truly what you want..."
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Sunday, 05 May 13, 8:07 PM | Message # 23 |
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| Ilanah let out a low breath and crossed her arms across her midsection again. "You can just....tell all of that? How?" She asked before she finally let her gaze go back to him. Maybe, just maybe, she needed help. She probably would have thought that she would have had to want help before just giving in and letting this stranger into her life.
In the back of her mind, she knew that he was right. Perhaps more than right, but that was something she would never admit out loud. Ilanah's problem really was that she did not care enough to make a change. Her actions were a direct result of her hate, or what she thought was hate, towards her father.
"I don't think that I need your particular kind of help...or protection, despite the fact that it's 'what you do'. You can try if you want, though." Ilanah said before she cleared her throat and pushed herself up to stand, instead of lean against the speeder.
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| KalThanatos | Date: Monday, 06 May 13, 9:35 AM | Message # 24 |
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| He had a feeling that it would've gone this way, but he had planted the seed in her mind. She had an out and it would take time before she would take it. He gave her a slight nod, acknowledging that she wasn't wanting his help. As she stood up off of the speeder, he would calmly respond, "If that's your choice. I'm not going to try and force you to change if you aren't willing to." He would slowly extend his hand out to her, "It was a pleasure meeting you. If you change your mind about this, I'm staying at the local hotel." Whether she met his hand and shook it or not, Kal would turn around, and begin heading down the road.
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| General_Adenn | Date: Monday, 06 May 13, 5:23 PM | Message # 25 |
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| He could remember the first time he'd used Pyrepenol. The Captain of his Company had given a vial of it to every man under his command. It was supposed to make the battle easier on their minds. Go in, get the job done, no emotional strings attached. No nightmares. No unwanted moral objections. The reality of the situation ended on a note much grimmer than any could have expected however.
Civilians were murdered, raped, beaten. . . tortured. And when there were none left to brutalize, the soldiers turned on each other. The acts of savagery that day had become legendary. Many were brought to trial and executed for war crimes. The rest were discharged and left penniless with no place to call home in a Galaxy that now hated them. Many, like Cycerin now, turned to petty crime and drugs to ease the anguish. Others took the easy way out with a stomach full of pharmaceuticals, or a blaster bolt through the brain.
Cycerin had spent many nights internally debating whether he himself should end the sideshow and do what the Republic Courts should have done a long time ago. But every conversation he had with his conscience always ended with the same answers. He liked living -- liked partying, liked women, liked drugs -- more than he wanted to die. Not much of a life, but hey, Naboo was a beautiful planet, right? Couldn't beat the scenery.
"Weren't you supposed to pick up that girl, man?" a blond haired, toothless man mumbled almost incoherently over the terrible cantina music as he mercilessly dug at a series of scabs on the side of his scruffy face.
"That's like, not until Twelve-Thirty." Cycerin replied with a small smile, mismatched eyes darting from one side of the packed, smoke filled cantina to the next while he once again reached towards a breast pocket his black wife beater shirt did not have, searching for the lighter that sat in front of him on the table to light his Pyrepenol cigarette.
"It's past one." The junkie informed, now examining the piece of scab he had plucked from his cheek quite intimately.
"What?!" Cycerin said loudly, quite surprised he'd lost track of the time so quickly. "For Sith's sake!" He exclaimed, shoving his chair backwards the tall, well-built man stood, finally realizing in that moment also that his lighter had been on the table the whole time, he grabbed it quickly and darted with haste towards the door, giving a mere wave as the man he'd been sitting near shouted about the tab.
Through the door of the Catina he went, out in to the streets of Dee'Ja Peak. He wasn't so much worried about keeping this girl waiting. She was a rich girl, spoiled, pampered. It'd do her well. However, he was quite worried about whether Calanon would pay him in full, or at all. And that right there was truly frightening. Cycerin was not well known to ration, and his supply was running dangerously low, what if he'd actually have to go for a span of time with nothing to balance him straight?
The streets were dark, lit only by the soft golden glow of the over head lamps, many of which flickered between stages of being on, and long pauses of lifeless darkness. This side of town was not well-regarded. Homeless, drunks, and spice heads flocked to this area by the dozens. The convenience of easy to score drugs and Cantina's that didn't ask too many questions was the allure.
Rounding the corner, he finally settled his eyes on what he could only assume was Ilanah. . . and her friend?
"Great." He whispered, eying the man over carefully as he continued his approach.
Closer and closer he came, the two seemed to be in a deep conversation because neither one of them had even batted an eye as he slinked around the side of the Speeder and came up to the left of them. He hadn't heard a single word the two had uttered to one another, but being who he was, he had to cut in.
"Excuse me, " He began rather casually, releasing a cloud of inhaled Pyrepenol smoke towards Kal's face, as he non-aggressively used his own forearm to nudge the man's outstretched arm down and back towards his own body. "Calanon couldn't make - " He had continued, only to pause abruptly when his blue and green eyes caught her gaze. "Oh. . well." his smile beamed, and eyes carefully drank in every curve of her figure, tracing her over from head to toe, then back again. "I think you should talk to me instead, I know I have. . . exactly. . what you need." He said quite confidently, offering Kal a single glance after the words had been spoken.
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Monday, 06 May 13, 6:17 PM | Message # 26 |
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| As Kal outstretched his hand, Ilanah turned and reached into the speeder and fished around in her designer handbag for only a moment. Instead of taking the offered hand, she placed a thick, velvety envelope in his palm. It was a thick envelope, with a gate-fold, engraved invitation inside. "My father is having a masquerade....you should co...." Her words were cut off before she could finish by the stranger interrupting.
Calanon's name rolled off of his lips, so she assumed this was a friend or a colleague or something of his. One of Ilanah's faults was that she was entirely too trusting. If he knew Calanon, he was good with her. Her gaze locked with his for a moment, until he broke away and looked over her form. When he did that, her gaze found Kal again.
He wanted to help her, but she didn't want his help. She probably needed his help, certainly, but she would not admit it. Maybe, she thought, he would at least come to the masque in a couple of days. It was unlikely, however, that he would fit in well with the life she led. The masque would be different from her normal party, since it was her fathers gathering. The after party though, would be completely insane. She would be a good daughter and hostess until then though.
"I'm sorry, are you a friend of Calanon's?" She finally asked, pushing the thoughts of the masque and Kal aside for the moment. The man in front of her smelled like bourbon and pyrepenol, along with a faint hint of cologne. "He forgot, didn't he? Typical." Ilanah rolled her eyes and then leaned back against the speeder once again, with a slight sigh. His offer, what there was of it, was intriguing to start with, but of course there would be more to discuss before any kind of deal would be made.
She cleared her throat and looked to see if there was any reaction from Kal. Maybe, if he knew exactly how deep in she was, or how much trouble she was really in, he wouldn't want to bother. Or maybe it would make him want to bother more. Only time would tell.
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| KalThanatos | Date: Tuesday, 07 May 13, 3:25 AM | Message # 27 |
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| Just as he was given the envelope, his arm was pushed down and smoke blown towards his face. Being the man he was, he would let it slide. He stood there, not letting his eyes off of this man as it seemed him and her had a scheduled meeting here. He slipped the envelope into his pocket, making sure it was tucked down in there.
He cleared his throat, inserting himself back into the situation, simply saying to her, "Ill be there..." He wasn't going to pay this man any attention. The two of them had no need to talk or discuss anything.
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| General_Adenn | Date: Tuesday, 07 May 13, 5:02 AM | Message # 28 |
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| "I wouldn't necessarily say we're friends." Cycerin calmly informed, inhaling one more long drag from his Pyrepenol cigarette before offering it to Ilanah. "On and off associates is perhaps a better term."
Though the particulars of the meeting with the Jedi, and in fact that Kal was a Jedi to begin with, were indeed unknown to Cycerin. One could say that it was quite curious that valiant, honourable and good intentioned as he may be, ready to throw himself out in to the wind for a woman he'd met no more than thirty minutes ago and save her from the underbelly of society. That he quite clearly did not harbour that very intention for Cycerin himself.
Actually, perhaps the fact that the once soldier quite clearly did not share in the wonderful, very feminine features of his soon to be cohort that stood so beautifully in front of him told the story in it's entirety. One could conclude thusly that Kal's honest intentions lent more towards contorting Ilanah's smooth, soft body in lust, rather than seeing her through the addiction woes that plagued and controlled her.
"Alright, mate. We'll see you there." He instinctively answered, was he rude? Not in his mind. He turned just slightly to look once more at the Jedi. The man was only two inches taller than him, but both shared a very similar build. Of course Kal had the Force, but Cycerin had invincibility running through his veins. Or at least what the Pyrepenol led him to believe was invincibility. "Toss on, I'll handle it from here." If Kal intended to come between his pay day, well, no one wanted to see where that road went.
Convinced and confident of his own superiority to this man he manoeuvred himself closer to Ilanah's side, revealing the tattoo of the 110th Infantry insignia on his bicep. The greater portion of the Galaxy however recognized them not as an Infantry Division, or as Soldier at all. But rather as the Butchers of Basteel.
"If you're ready, I'd say lets get out of here." He whispered to her, hand still urging her to take the Pyrepenol stick from his fingers.
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Tuesday, 07 May 13, 5:25 AM | Message # 29 |
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| Ilanah glanced back up at Cycerin for a moment and took the offered pyrepenol stick from his hand before she took a brief hit off of it. She was unused to smoking anything, really, so it was a bit harsh on her lungs. After a moment, she handed it back to the man and shook her head only briefly to clear some of the fuzziness from it.
The tattoo was not something she recognized, nor would she have really cared what it stood for if she knew....or if she had even noticed it. There had been plenty of tattooed, pierced, otherwise mutilated beings in her life up to that point, so it didn't register or phase her in the slightest.
She nodded then and turned to get into the drivers seat of the black speeder. Ilanah tossed a glance over her shoulder, locking her hazel gaze with Kal's piercing blue eyes. "Thanks, Kal...for you know...." She shrugged, unsure how to finish the sentence. He hadnt really done anything other than offer to help, but it was remarkably kind and she did care about that. At the moment though, the need for a fix outweighed her desire to stay with the Jedi who wanted to be her savior...her hero.
"See you at e masque, Kal." Ilanah finished the trailed off sentence with the brief statement before she settled herself in the drivers seat and started the speeder up.
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| KalThanatos | Date: Tuesday, 07 May 13, 8:54 AM | Message # 30 |
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| Kal knew not to feed into the 'dealer' like he was wanting him to. He just looked at him when he spoke to him, giving him a slight nod of the head before turning his attention back to Ilanah as she was getting back into the speeder. He stood there, wondering what all was going through her head at this point, beyond the deal that was about to happen between those two. He would have to push more when at the ball. She would have to be on her best behavior while there, or else her father would see.
He gave her a nod and a fake smile as she started up the speeder. He had paid close attention to a lot of things during this little meeting between him and this arrogant dealer. The fact that he smoked pyreoenol, smelled like a patron that had been sitting in a cantina for a while. Then there was the unmistakable tattoo on the man's arm. Kal had some research to do on that tattoo. It had the lookings of a military tattoo. For now, he had some homework. He would see Ilanah soon at the ball.
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