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| Hobro | Jan 14 2014, 10:36 PM Post #1 |
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Time Stamp 77 ABY - Month One - Day 7 Late Afternoon The Tired Shyrack Cantina Vice League Territory Bothawui Jack took another long chug from his drink. Squaring his shoulders he tried to make himself look as confident as possible. Though this was far from reality. He had gotten the message only an hour before and he was already earnestly awaiting his friend. He only hoped that Yasmine would arrive sooner rather than later. He needed desperately to get in contact with someone from the Foundation. Rubbing his head he took another drink and felt the alchohol begin to calm his nerves. His knee continued to bounce up and down with frantic energy as he tried to relax. A bounty! Of all things a Bounty from the Sith Empire, and not only that, the reward number was in the absurd digits. How in the stars he had been landed with such a number was beyond him. Was that package that important? Normally he didn't ask questions, but he had to know, he had to. "Where is she?" Edited by Hobro, Jan 14 2014, 10:58 PM.
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| Hobro | Jan 21 2014, 10:21 PM Post #11 |
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"Oh he won't hate me, you aren't on call, are you?" he laughed, rising to his feet and resting a hand on the table. He was a bit wobbly. He would have to recover for a moment before he walked a straight line out of the building. Fortunately taxis were common in this part of town. Raising an eyebrow he staggered forward. "Magic huh? Next you'll be telling me you're a force user." he joked, grinning at her before dismissing the topic. |
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| Lady_Valdyme | Jan 22 2014, 11:25 AM Post #12 |
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"I'm never on call, Jack," Yasmine told him, "I work in shifts just like any other person. But now that you mention it, I did leave my shift from the Blouse three hours earlier than I was supposed to. Guess you'll have to make up the difference for me." She latched onto his arm and walked with him to the door, leaning on him for both support and comfort. While she hated to admit it, she'd grown fond of the smuggler. She froze in her step at the comment of her force sensitivity, but played it off as a drunken stumble. "Force user? Hah, that would be ridiculous, Dorian. I'd be at some dumb academy if I was, not lying on my back for a living." |
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| Hobro | Jan 22 2014, 10:12 PM Post #13 |
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"Oh yeah, don't those Jedi teach chastity or some garbage like that? What kind of life is that?" He grunted, leaning on her as well, between the two of them they had enough stability to make it to the sidewalk and hopefully to a taxi. He grinned sheepishly at her, stumbling forward and nearly taking both of them off of the sidewalk. Regaining his composure he raised an arm to hail transport. The vehicle came in slowly, a black-yellow speeder with yellow lights atop of it. He opened the door for her. "Ladies first." |
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| Lady_Valdyme | Jan 26 2014, 12:56 AM Post #14 |
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Yasmine stepped into the vehicle carefully, looking back at him as she climbed over to the far side of the cab. "You just wanted a good look at my rear, didn't you?" she muttered, looking at him over her shoulder as she settled herself down. She cringed a little, no longer wanting to talk about the lifestyle she had been trying to forget for the last two years. She would just keep the focus on flirting and maybe Jack would forget talking about Jedi's and the Force and the like. She could only hope that he was drunk enough. But then again, she was feeling the buzz herself and couldn't very well keep her own plan together. "What do you think of the Sith? Not much better than the Jedi I suppose," her voice trailed off. |
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| Hobro | Jan 27 2014, 05:50 PM Post #15 |
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He shook his head. "Yes and no. From what I've heard the Jedi don't really know how to live. They don't feel, like robots or something," he shuddered, rubbing his arms. "They claim to be warm and all heroic and stuff. Kriffing cold machines if you ask me," he stared at the ground. "Don't know what they're thinking." He smiled at her. "On the other hand, with the Sith you get what you see. They may be aggressive and go nuts on occasion, but you know what you're getting into with them. They're predictably... unpredictable. You can trust them to be what they are," he struggled drunkenly, trying to make sense of his own words. Edited by Hobro, Jan 27 2014, 05:51 PM.
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| Lady_Valdyme | Jan 27 2014, 10:41 PM Post #16 |
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"I'm not fond of either," Yasmine said bluntly, shrugging her shoulders. "They're nothing more than brutes if you ask me. 'Using their powers to oppress normal people," she slurred, leaning on him and closing her eyes as they drove off towards their destination. "'-s'what death sticks are for. Best damn drug on the market, don't you think?" |
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| Hobro | Jan 28 2014, 11:36 PM Post #17 |
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He shook his head. "Stang... death sticks'll kill ya..." the drink was hitting him hard now. He could barely maintain his alertness as they came upon her home. The next few hours, although immensely satisfying, were a blur. Only to end in the sweet, comforting darkness of sleep. |
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| Lady_Valdyme | Feb 10 2014, 12:17 AM Post #18 |
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Yasmine awoke the next morning and slipped out of bed in an attempt to not wake up Jack. Her head was heavy and her eyes felt like they could fall out of their sockets at any moment. Hangovers were always her least favorite part about staying up late and partying all night-- more than likely the reason she never did it. She pulled a robe around herself and left the room without a sound, leaving the door ajar to avoid making any loud sounds that might wake up her sleeping company. She dragged herself out into the kitchen to start making a pot of caf, reaching into one of her cabinets to pull out two mugs. All she needed was some caffeine and her morning dose of spice, she told herself, and that would be enough to get her going. The young woman sat at the table and waited patiently for her pot to be done, turning on the news. Nothing was ever different on it, but watching had become a habit, one of many that she struggled to break. |
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