Shaman Chill
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Post by Shaman Chill on Jun 23, 2013 20:36:24 GMT -8
The Outlander Club, a facility owned by the Baath brothers, was a hangout for gamblers and glitterati of many species on Vos Gesal Street in Coruscant's Uscru Entertainment District. It had once been a place of high class, but degenerated over the years.
Featured were games of sabacc and betting on such sports as podracing, nuna-ball, and Odupiendo racing, which were displayed on telescreens. The criminal underworld also had a presence, including death stick dealers like Elan Sleazebaggano and con-artists like Achk Med-Beq and Dannl Faytonni. It catered for more shadowy, illegal venues; in the lower levels, fights were staged between varying combatants, and there was even betting on the Galactic Games, which was illegal. The club took its gamblers so seriously that it provided sleeping compartments for gamblers whose games lasted some time. These compartments also allowed them to enjoy the various temporary companions who could be found in the club, suitably dressed to suggest their availability. The club was not a brothel, but it did allow free-lancers to play their trade.
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 8:19:29 GMT -8
*Chel sat at the bar sipping a nice red wine, her eyes locked on a datapad, listing all her materials and clients. She was not happy. Then again she hadn't been in... well... almost eight years. Sighing she took another sip of her wine and set the glass down on the bar and crossed her legs, pulling her datapad off the countertop and reading through it again*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 8:43:04 GMT -8
*The doors of the club opened, and a massive figure walked in. Heavy footfalls thudding on the floor as the male walked in. A heavy hood up obscuring his face down to an overcloak which only showed the laced up boots at the bottom. He towered above others, the air around him uncomfortably cold as he headed to the back going for a corner booth. As he walked he saw young males trying to impress the scantly clad women, the pleasures of that "hunt" were long gone, time had ravaged the male, not just body, but mind as well. When one saw the slaughter that he had, when someone had done the things he had done, impressing young women with money and suave moves was nothing.
Sitting in the booth he slid the massive staff from his back and leaned it against the inner booth on his side. A beautiful waitress began her walk to him not only to take his order but to flaunt a little more yet before she made it, his hand snapped out, finger pointing to a bottle at the bar and then waved her away leaving her with a scowl on her face. He kept his face covered, his hands with a pair of gauntlets on them and sighed. It had been too long, and this planet was the last place he could look, hell anyone from his past would be nice yet there was only one person there by his side when he had killed his master and he did not know if the void had claimed her yet.
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 8:53:13 GMT -8
*a shiver ran down her spine over the vibrating thuds of the music and she froze, if she wasn't mistaken there was someone very powerful somewhere behind her. Nonchalantly she turned on her bar stool in the guise of glancing around the room as if looking for someone who she was expecting. Her eyes scanned the hooded figure for a few moments before she turned back around, to the bar, discreetly unlatching the hold of her lightsaber on her hip*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 9:05:05 GMT -8
*The ever so gifted waitress came back with a glass full of what seemed to be a very dark liquor. Taking the crystal goblet in hand, he sighed, the entire thing growing frost on it and chilling it before he pulled on her with the force and growled. The woman's face blanched and she hurried off leaving him to his lonesome. He cracked his neck and drained the glass tapping his fingers on the table. The waitress scurrried back with a bottle and left just as fast. He shook his head and sighed. Good liquor was hard to find, but great servants were almost impossible. He opened his mouth and tore the cork out and spat it out where it bounced and rolled to a stop near the bar. He took a deep swig as he took out a small bit of fabric from his pocket, it was a thin lace, matted with blood, not fresh but old, it was only a strip of what seemed to be an expensive outfit yet it seemed this piece had special meaning to him*
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 9:08:52 GMT -8
*the cork the man had spat out bounced off Chel's dangling foot and settled just under her barstool. Now she was not only unhappy, but this man had pushed her into just plain pissed off. Tucking the datapad into her cleavage she fastened her cloak around her neck and drained her glass of wine before slipping off her seat and making her way to the booth. Using the force she pulled on the cork and sent it hurtling towards the man as she neared him, her face a mask of annoyance*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 9:12:32 GMT -8
*He watched the woman slip off the stool and as fast as she moved, his hand moved faster. Hand sliding up in front of his face, a custom blade slid out from his am and the cork caught on it before he tossed the cork aside, the blade sliding back into his sleeve. His head rose to look at the woman as she walked to him, his face still obscured by the hood, yet deep purple eyes seemed to flash as she neared him*
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 9:22:20 GMT -8
*She was finally close enough to yell at him over the sound of the music, she pointed at him with her right hand, the skin red and scarred from the day she had made the mistake of overstepping her bounds with the master of the Arx. Chel growled and let loose her tongue*
Just who do you think you are coming here and acting like a nerf on spice? You think just cause your "powerful" you can treat this place how you want?
*Hypocritically, just as a waitress passed by, Chel tripped her while relieving the woman's tray of its glass of what looked like Tihaar*
It's just not professional.
*She sipped the drink, holding it in her good hand while she dropped her scarred hand beneath her cloak again, having it on her saber just in case*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 9:37:46 GMT -8
*He smirked as she accused him and then went and did her own selfish action, though with women, you never knew what was for self interest and what was for progress, though this is why he enjoyed her company
I haven't killed anyone, so I would say that I am doing just fine though if you want, I could, and then work on my backstroke in their pools of blood
*He chuckled and took a deep swig from the bottle and smirked before sweeping thr hood back, pale white skin, a thick ropy scar almost separating his face. He motioned to the booth opposite him for her to sit. His long silver hair fell back to behind his shoulders and he rolled his shoulders cracking his back
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 9:46:00 GMT -8
*When lowering his hood, Chel froze, her eyes wide. Damn that man how had she not known it was his signature she was feeling. But then again it had been almost a decade since she had felt his presence*
Phantom....
*The word left her lips like ice, her face becoming and emotionless mask as she took the seat opposite him and put her hands in her lap. She stared at him a moment before pulling on the private booth curtain with the force and shutting it. When it was closed she growled*
You have been gone a long time... longer than I believe you said you would be
*In the light of the booth he could see that she had aged some, and she looked tired, but she was still the fierce woman he had known all those years ago, he would be able to feel it*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 9:53:20 GMT -8
*He looked at her as she went from someone who had emotion written over her face to something completrly blank. As she closed the booth and went blank he laid back and nodded
The universe is an increasingly growing place, but you did not come seek me out either, so you tell me, what is it that you have been doing with youtself these past many years
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 9:59:30 GMT -8
*She sat back and crossed her legs, placing her hands on the table*
If my memory serves right... I didn't come seek you out because you told me not to... you said and I quote: "there is unrest in the galaxy and I have to go. I need you to wait for me"
*Chel sighed and shook her head, gazing at him with an expression that he had once known as the look she gave when problem solving*
I said I would be here. On Coruscant...
*Looking down at her lap her eyes turned sad and her mouth set in a grimace*
What can I do for you Master Phantom... why have you come...
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 10:07:50 GMT -8
*He nodded, the sith had come calling for his service, he and his brother both called on and now after all thr time, he did not even know what happened to his brother. He took the strip of lace and tossed it to her, it was the strip she tied aound one of the many wounds after he had killed his master.
I said I would come back once I was done, and here I am
So what have you been doing in the time you have had to yourself?
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 10:16:23 GMT -8
*she took the lace in her hand and looked at it, she remembered that day perfectly, as if it had only occured last week than eight years ago...*
I am technically retired from my business, but I find myself lacking in distractions, so I have been designing and creating
*Chel shrugged and pressed the ordering button so that she could order another bottle of wine, once it had been delivered with a glass, she poured and drank*
I was thinking of leaving, maybe traveling for a while. But it seems that is no longer an option since three of my girls overdosed last week at a reveal party for my latest line... I am not underhanded three workers, looking at an inquiry from the girls' families........ I don't know what i'll do with my time
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 10:21:42 GMT -8
Models, overdosing?
I don't really feel all that suprised, though I would wonder what lead to it, and I would say it would be any number of fleshsacks like the ones out here trying to woo the women. I would look into the boys, and if they are indeed the case, then hang them by their entrails and make a statement.
*He remembered she was by his side when his brother had come as well and he wondered if she had herd from him.
Get some new girls and get them some good protection, clearly yours are being used as doormats
have you head from my brother?
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 10:27:26 GMT -8
You would think the people I hired to protect those girls would have been enough... but no. They were the one's who gave the girls the drugs. But I have already dealt with them.
*she turned the datapad towards him and let him watch a live feed into the penthouse that was once hers, and the two men who had given the drugs tied up naked to a pole and were slowly sinking onto long sharp spikes, one was already dead, but the other was still giving blood-curling screams*
As you know, I take the safety of my girls very seriously
*she shook her head and sighed*
No I have not seen Ferinus since I was last at the Arx.
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 10:40:42 GMT -8
*He took the datapad and chuckles as they were slowly being impaled. He licked his lips at the crude and brutal tortue, something he personally loved to do.
Well done, so then if you have ideas keep going in the business, I don't see why you would stop
and Damn, I need to find people, I mean what do we do from here, where do we go, there is nothing anymore
Do you have a place?
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 10:48:07 GMT -8
*she shook her head and sighed*
I don't know, my only attempt to reconnect with a faction only landed me right back here for eight years
*Chel sighed and leaned back in the booth, looking at him really well*
Yes I do have a place, a few blocks from here..... You are more than welcome to the guest room
*She was about to say her own bed, but eight years was a long time, he probably had some other trophy thing on some other planet now, waiting for his return*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 10:52:00 GMT -8
*He nodded and drained the bottle before pressing the button and ordering another bottle.
A decent sleep would be nice, sleeping in the ship along with droids gets....monotonus, though there is never a lack of training.
*He got the bottle from the woman and shooed her away waiting for chel*
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 12:16:30 GMT -8
*Chel sipped her wine and watched him dismiss the waitress and poured another glass for herself*
Decent sleep.... that would be nice...
*She refused eye contact, keeping it to herself that she hadn't had a good night's sleep since she got back to Coruscant*
We can go as soon as you're ready
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