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The Politicians Daughter
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| General_Adenn | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 3:56 PM | Message # 41 |
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| Cycerin gave a very subtle, and discouraged shake of his head. Once upon a time he had been a soldier, respected, honourable, disciplined. And now he was constantly accused of being a war criminal, which he was. A junkie, which. . . he is. And now he had fallen so far a girl whom he had just barely met seemed to believe that his loyalty could just be bought. Well, she was right, actually. He would kill man, woman or child, for a mere 20 credits if he had to. Wait, was this his conscience becoming self aware again? He wasn't nearly high enough to deal with that. Although he did make a mental note that her father was someone of great importance. And you could be sure he'd not soon forget it.
"I was just teasing, Ilanah. You know me better than that." Calanon suddenly spoke, breaking the steady boom of drums and electronic sounds that pulsated the club. Even with the music so loud however, one could quite easily decipher the vindictive spite firmly attached to each syllable. "I'll tell you what, tonight's on me. Get a drink, get high, let loose."
"I think I'd rather just get my money and be out of here with my new friend, actually." Cycerin finally spoke up, breaking his uncharacteristic silence.
"No, I insist." Calanon reasserted, finally standing from the couch he had been seated on through the entire spat.
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 4:50 PM | Message # 42 |
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| An hour or so passed, and the trio did exactly that; drank and got high, partying until the wee hours of the morning. Calanon had chosen wisely, at least, and remembered that she could do a lot worse to him, than he could do to her. The Twi'Leks were an endless source of amusement that she found quite interesting to say the least. She understood Calanon's fascination with the beautiful creatures.
"Cycerin..." She cooed as she pulled herself to her feet and poured him another shot of whatever kind of alcohol was sitting on the table. For a moment, she wondered if he was better than he had been during their disagreement. Ilanah dangled the glass from her fingertips in front of him, along with a shaker of salt. "Another?" It hadn't been difficult to convince him to drink with her earlier, so now shouldn't be any different, especially since they were both feeling rather good at the moment...
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| General_Adenn | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 5:15 PM | Message # 43 |
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| "Not yet, " he informed, urging her to discard the drink and salt back on to the table while he stood and vanished over to the thoroughly used and enjoyed drug deposit at the opposite side of the room.
The room had quite thankfully returned to a wonderful display of drug and alcohol induced debauchery they could all be proud of thus far. But he was ready to kick things up a notch and tempt fate one more time with one of his famous -- or more rightly, infamous -- concoctions; Purple Lotus was the base, Pyrepenol the middle, and finally a careful dash of Engspice to top it all off.
Satisfied with what he had created, he turned once more. Gazing through slanted eyes back towards Ilanah first, as she slowly swayed to the repetitive wail of sense altering sounds. He himself found quite a comfort in every wave that the local DJ let crash through speakers. Quietly he began to trek back across the dim room. His eyes pausing for a moment as the two twi'leks, now both fully declothed hugged one another tightly, their lips locked securely together, tongues writhing frantically over one another.
Calanon was sitting directly across from them, his shirt off. Pants unbuttoned. Though he'd yet to unsheathe his manhood from his trousers at this particular moment, if the two lovely aliens got any more heavy with one another, Cycerin knew it'd be just a matter of time.
Ok, wait. . . what was he doing again? Oh yeah.
Carefully Cycerin pressed the tip of his thumb down on to the various coloured crystals, packing them securely in to the wide glass bowl he held in his hands as he once more began his approach on the young rich girl. Gliding up directly behind her without a single thought to the contrary, he enveloped a single arm around the front of her abdomen and urged her back on to his chest, and the soft, full swell of her rear against his groin.
"Here," he breathed gently in to her ear as he lowered his head down close to the side of hers. The pipe with the soul crushing mixture was lifted, and displayed quite proudly affront her face, mere centimetres from her soft lips. He knew from earlier she wasn't used to smoking, but right now, he knew she wouldn't care.
"Why don't you put your mouth on this. . . " He whispered evilly, a wide, welcoming smile stretching across his features.
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 5:41 PM | Message # 44 |
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| The girl had removed her shoes some time before then, so she stood a good bit shorter than Cycerin. When he slipped his arm around her, she tilted her head back slightly, so she could look up and see his expression, one of sheer and unadulterated joy at what he had created. Ilanah didn't question what he was offering her when she saw it. It was her misplaced sense of trust, and the fact that she was far enough gone that her senses were skewed beyond help.
She relaxed against him easily and lifted her left arm up and slid it around the back of his neck. Only a moment later, she took a long hit off of the pipe and inhaled the smoke deeply, keeping it in her lungs for as long as she could before she exhaled. Had he voiced his opinion about her not caring, he would have been correct. Ilanah didn't care, especially not right then, after the special treat he had created.
"What.....was that?" She finally asked,woozily as she nearly melted against the older male.
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| General_Adenn | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 6:20 PM | Message # 45 |
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| "Shh, " he exhaled gently, his face lowering further yet. Carefully he passed his tongue over his lips, before softly pressing them against the side of her slender neck, pinching her soft, delicate flesh ever so gently with his teeth before pulling his head away. "Don't fight it." he informed, his tone smooth and reassuring. Although how much so would depend on if she were able to override her natural instincts as the drug mixture seeped in to her blood, and began to erase all semblance of reality. Leaving only him and her.
With one arm still held protectively around the front of her belly, he brought his pipe wielding hand closer to his own face, his forearm gingerly sliding over her right breast before it settled in her cleavage. He could see the bowl still burned red, and he had to take a hit before he'd need to reapply a flame. And he did just that.
His hit was long, and hard. So close to the side of her head, she undoubtedly heard the contents of the bowl crackle and hiss as it's cinder seemed to lower further and further, leaving behind only spent, grey ash. His lungs, despite the years of drug abuse seemed to accept this smoke quite greedily, expanding his chest firmly against her back until finally he had finished, and he simply held it in. Ready to really start the night now.
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 6:53 PM | Message # 46 |
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| Had he not been holding her up, she probably would have been on the floor from the sheer potency of what he had given her. As it was, she rolled her head to the right slightly and let it fall against his shoulder. There was absolutely no fight left in her, so she just let it take over. The room blurred enough that she no longer realized calanon, or the twi'leks were there....if they were still actually there. His preferences known, he could have taken them off to a more private arena for a....game.
The crackling sound filled her ears for only a brief moment before she realized it was out. Without hesitation, Ilanah dropped her hand and slid her hand into the front pocket of his dark jeans and retrieved the lighter she had seen him pocket earlier. She dangled the silver lighter in front of him before she flipped it open and clicked the striker to ignite it for him.
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| General_Adenn | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 7:19 PM | Message # 47 |
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| "Mm mmm" He declined, just letting the pipe fall to the floor with a dull crack. Before he turned his head and let a massive plume of smoke eject rapidly from his lungs. "Woooah. . . " He heaved, with a heavy chuckle. "That one did it. . " he continued mindlessly, he was right where he needed to be right now. How much of a gentleman he intended to be with this young girl, that was questionable. He didn't know her age, he barely remembered her name. Ilaney? Ilhandra? Did it start with an I-L at all?
For a moment he too had completely forgotten about Calanon and the Twi'leks, the latter pair now even deeper in to their own drug coma. One laid upon her back, legs parted, while the others face was lost somewhere deep between her thighs. He couldn't help but stare for a moment. His eyes blurring in, then out of focus. His own breathing had slowly began to become laboured. Heavy in, slowly out.
But brief as the moment of confusion had been, he quickly recovered, and remembered what he had been doing. Perhaps it was the way Ilanah had slightly readjusted herself against him as she retrieved his lighter, and his mind was just now catching up at that soft sweep of her backside over his body. "You feel. . " his breath shuddered for a moment. Both hands carefully sliding over the fabric of her dress from the sides of her thighs up over her abdomen, and finally to the sides of her soft, pliable breasts. "Gooood." He concluded gently, lips once more whispering a tender kiss upon her neck.
His hands however strong they were, and gone as his mind was. Went to task quite affectionately. Pressing his palms smoothly along the side of her bosom, before they carefully cupped underneath, his fingers engulfing, and contorting their perky shape with a firm, lust filled squeeze.
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 7:49 PM | Message # 48 |
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| Ilanah let the lighter fall to the floor unceremoniously, and it landed with a barely audible clink against the tiles. It may have been louder, but the music seemed to have gotten louder, even though it was the same volume as it had been when they went in just an hour or so before. She was out of it enough that his wandering hands went unnoticed for the moment and she gave no response to the surprisingly gentle touch.
"I think I need to uh...." Her gaze went to the sofa for a brief moment as she struggled to find the word she wanted. It had never happened before, where she had trouble at least comprehending or remembering even simple things. Whatever he had given her was more potent, and more dangerous, than Ilanah was used to, and it was spiraling out of control by the minute. "Sit down..." She suddenly remembered. "I need to sit."
The girl gently untangled herself from Cycerin before she moved over, stumbling only slightly in the few steps, before she dropped down onto the couch. The entire room spun, a mixture of colors and sounds. Despite the stronger side effects, she was good, and relaxed for the moment.
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| KalThanatos | Date: Thursday, 09 May 13, 0:52 AM | Message # 49 |
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| Even though it hadn't been long since he let her leave with him in her speeder, Kal couldn't stop thinking about her. Was she safe? Something happen? There were various other questions that raced through his head. As he sat there, on the edge of the bed, he knew that he had to do something, anything. He knew this woman was to do great things for her planet and the Republic one day, but not if she continued down this road.
He stood to his feet, grabbing his jacket off the bed and throwing it on. In the inside pocket, he had hidden his spare lightsaber, just in case he would ever need it. He took a deep breath before rushing out of the door and back down to where he had met her on the street corner. He stood right where he had been standing when they sped off. He looked down that direction, knowing they had to be somewhere in that vicinity.
There could've been only a few places that could've been in that direction where they would've head. With everything that he gathered, they would've gone to a place to meet the man that they were both talking about. There were a few cantinas that he had tried first, but they just didn't seem like a place that Ilanah would've gone to to have a party night.
Nearly the last place on his list, a nightclub. There had been a pretty long line waiting outside. Kal had ways around it. He walked up to the security guard, standing at the entrance. The man looked up from his clipboard at him, asking if he was on the list. Kal nodded, waving his hand a bit, "Yea, i'm on the list." It took a second for the man to respond. He unlatched the rope from the pole, "Go on in." The loud thumping of the bass erupted from inside as he opened the door and proceeded inside. The place was packed, more than he thought would be there at this time of the night. He had only one lead. A name. One that Ilanah had asked the man if they were friends. Calanon. He began asking around, trying to find someone that could possibly lead him in the right direction. He had asked several of the bar tenders, but they just shrugged him off, probably because of the good boy look he had. No one would believe he was here looking for someone like that.
He knew that she had to be somewhere in the building. He pushed his way through the crowd towards the back of the dance floor. They had to have been in one of the back rooms. He went to move a curtain, grasping it, a vision flashed into his head. He could see the two of them walking into the back, arms wrapped around each other. He pulled the curtain open, stepping inside the room.
There, stumbling to the couch, he saw Ilanah, completely intoxicated. His eyes quickly scanned the room before walking over to her, making sure she was alright, "Are you ok?" He would simply ask, keeping himself concentrated on his surroundings.
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| General_Adenn | Date: Thursday, 09 May 13, 5:01 AM | Message # 50 |
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| The force must indeed play very powerful tricks on the mind. Because Kal most assuredly had not been there to see Ilanah stumble to the couch, her mind, body and soul crushed from the powerful mixture of drugs Cycerin had fed her, on top of what she had already ingested through her system prior to it. The EngSpice alone was notorious for forever locking the individual brave enough to take it in a life long battle of yearning and addiction that most always ended with death.
Cycerin however was long gone, as was Calanon and the two twi'leks. Likely part of the reason Kal had found such trouble locating the exact room the man had been inside of. Although his own mental assessment was probably equally true. He did not look like the type of individual to be involved with such things, or such people.
At the end of the night, however. Morally void, and lacking conscience as Cycerin may be. He was not about to have sex with a barely conscious, incoherent girl. All that remained was her on the couch, his lighter and the pipe on the floor. And a cloud of smoke so thick inside of the room it looked as though a small fire had spontaneously started in one of it's corners.
(Have fun you two.)
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