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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 9, 2013 19:40:14 GMT -8
He sighed and stretced as he finished the deathstick. Sliding a hand down her side he exhaled and looked around
So we did that, what is next?
You have such a tiny place I am sure even if I took you in all the rooms and spaces here, we would be wondering what to do next
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 9, 2013 19:43:08 GMT -8
*Chel smiled broadly and kissed his chest, sitting up sorely*
Take me off this rock... I've used it to my advantage and now I am bored with it...
*The sheet fell from her body, exposing the new bruises and bite marks*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 9, 2013 19:47:31 GMT -8
Well where should we go?
He looked down the thin expance of her back and looked at all the marks on her back and chuckles, his skin already healed from the nails in it and he too sat up cracking his neck
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 9, 2013 19:57:01 GMT -8
*She stared off into the distance as she thought for a few moments, then turned her head to look at him*
I want to go to that little pond... the quiet place where we can be ourselves without the eyes or ears of the public on us
*Chel leaned over and kissed his shoulder before resting her temple on it and closing her eyes*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 9, 2013 20:00:26 GMT -8
Now what pond was that again?
He teased, wanting her to say it, wanting her to talk about it. This was good change of pace from the wars and messing with her was just icing on the cake at the moment
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 9, 2013 20:05:53 GMT -8
*Chel shook her head and sighed*
The one on Gyndine, I swear, have you been with so many women that you can't keep your bodies of water straight?
*She flopped back onto the bed and smiled up at his back, tracing her fingernails softly over his skin*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 10, 2013 10:10:20 GMT -8
He smiles as her hand slid along the broad expance of his back, the thick ropy scar almost perfectly segmenting him
You will have to remind me what we did there
He teased her as his hand slid along the outside of her thigh teasing the skin, his eyes roaming over her. Her normally pale skin was discolored, bite marks, handprints now darkening from what looked like a slap, she looked worn out but satisfued
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 10, 2013 17:30:41 GMT -8
*She frowned slightly, remembering*
If I recall right, I almost drowned that day...
*Chel looked up at him with narrowed eyes, he had sworn to teach her to swim, yet never did*
And of course all those.... other times
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 10, 2013 17:37:59 GMT -8
A look of recognition came across his face and he smiles remembering everything about that and the other...more times
You still don't know how to swim do you?
His hand slips to her lower back, pinching her supple round backside and winked at her
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 10, 2013 17:55:53 GMT -8
*Chel's face contorted into a face of annoyance*
No I have not! And that encounter has left me with no will to learn at all. I have no desire to enter the water of any swimming area.
*She finally sat up and turned so that her feet hung over the edge of the bed and touched the floor, she stretched her arms over her head and turned her head to look at him with a smile*
But with you I'd be willing to wade.
*She chuckled softly and shook her head, standing and letting the sheet slide off her body*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 10, 2013 18:00:33 GMT -8
He watched her supple body move, his handprints on her back and the round of her backside almost a deep red, or purple, as she turned, he admired his handiwork on her, her neck also red on the outside, like there was light to moderate choking with her front smooth swells about the same. Her legs were in worse condition but he smiles and winked at her
I would be more than willing to teach you, but I need some kind of payment for my tutolage
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 10, 2013 18:20:17 GMT -8
She turned to face him before rolling her eyes and heading towards her closet, kicking her shredded clothing out of the way and getting a new outfit
I could have this place sold in a heartbeat. So leaving wont be an issue, I could be packed within the hour really...
Turning back to him with a bundle of clothes in her arms she tilted her head a moment in confusion
Where do you reside now? If not the Arx...
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 10, 2013 18:23:31 GMT -8
Well before you pack I would advise you shower
considering your....
He pointed to the raw juncture with her legs, moist stains still there
And I sleep in my ship and wherever is free, I currently do not have a home
He stood and let her admire her handiwork on him, and from what she would see, he needed a shower as well
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 10, 2013 18:33:56 GMT -8
She was silent as she headed for the restroom, her bundle of clothes hugged to her bare chest as she left him to his own. Leaving the clothes on the counter she entered the shower and had a quick cleaning before quickly getting out, drying off, and dressing. Obviously eager to leave that trash heap of a planet, Chel was back in the room within five minutes
Well then, it would be good to build a little cottage then wouldn't it?
Taking her communicator from the night stand, Chel sent a message to a contracter that owed her a favor or two. Within moments a team would be on Gyndine building Chel's idea of a quiet home. She turned and smiled at Phantom before tilting her head in observance of him
You're different than I remember....
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 10, 2013 18:38:23 GMT -8
A cottage?
I can bearly fit in here, A cottage would not be any better honestly
He walked out and spent little time, only washing himself though his deadened nerve endings felt nothing
Walking back in her put on the ruined robe and then cocked an eyebrow at her
So the woman who says she has nothing can still get things done,
How long until its ready
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 10, 2013 18:58:03 GMT -8
It should be done when we get there
Chel walked up to him and ran her fingers up his chest, resting her hands at his shoulders
I mean you are... hm... more caring than you had been. Back then I swore that you only had me for your sex toy and a quiet companion... but now....
She looked at him a moment then shook her head and smiled softly
Don't listen to me... I am just rambling now...
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 10, 2013 19:00:48 GMT -8
I have time to be human but do not think for a fact that when push comes to shove I will take priority
Do you understand me?
He let her walk her fingers up his chest and smiles though he meant every wird.
The memories of owning her body and using it how he wanted brought a smile to his face and he did not hide it from her
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 10, 2013 19:24:10 GMT -8
YES SIR!
Offering him an overly-dramatic salute she smiled and went to pack, all of her clothes fitting inside just two suitcases. Because of course, Chel just created the clothes she wanted and kept the ones she liked the most. After she had finished, Chel sent a message to her contractors to make everything larger than she had originally sent in the plans. After she went back to him and cupped his face in her hands and spoke softly
I like the human side of you, it has brought a joy to me that I have not felt since-
A flash of the ultrasound she had seen of her baby went through her mind, and she looked away
Well... In a long time
Chel went back to her bags and grabbed them, shaking the thoughts from her mind
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 10, 2013 19:36:51 GMT -8
He chuckles at her salute and then as she begins to gather her belongings, he went to do his own. He began to get the cloaks and things she made for him and folded them in a stack and turned, when he did she was in front of him holding his face
Its not something the appears often so make sure you cherish it
He went to his room and began to get dressed, finding a small bag he began to pack the clothes she had made for him and then once packed he walked around the room collecting all his weapos, clipping them into place, making sure not a single one was missing and where it should be. The last thing he had was the giant sabercane which he held in hand for now as he walked back to her room
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Post by Aysá on Aug 1, 2013 4:06:58 GMT -8
Nestled amongst the throngs of displaced citizens, a hooded figure sat quietly against a bulkhead, her eyes closed, creating the illusion of sleep. She ignored the sweltering heat that seemed to radiate out from the tired and somnolent passengers, and somewhere, hidden in the masses, an agitated baby screamed and cried into the arms of its exhausted mother. Pockets of chatter in foreign tongue prickled the air, everything from Bocce to Kaminoan and hundred languages in between. Aysá listened to all and none of them as she sat with legs crossed and hands clasped neatly in her lap. Beside her sat a bag of meagre belongings; a change of clothes and a few data-pads that held nothing of real significance. In all actuality, the bag and its contents were nothing more than a prop. Her true clothes, robes of jet black with matching boots that went up to her knee, were hidden beneath a ripped and tattered cloak of dark brown. She didn’t for one second look out of place amongst the refugees that lined the halls of the passenger deck.
An announcement came over the passenger address system. [[*Sigh* Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now approaching the planet Coruscant. Please ensure you have all your belongings with you when you depart the ship. We will not be held responsible for any loss or damage once you have disembarked.]] The voice sounded flat, almost robotic in its tone, but the sigh that preceded the announcement shattered the illusion of its artificial origins.
The passenger decks seemed to come alive once the speaker system went silent. People began to hurry about, gathering any belongings that seemed to have strayed outside the boundaries of the nests they had created. Bags were packed and excitedly slung over shoulders as those that had escaped the torment of their previous lives, were on the verge of starting a new. Aysá remained seated; the only movement she made was to move the bag from beside her to her lap.
The huge ship lurched as it passed through the upper layers of the planet’s atmosphere, causing gasps of shock to ripple through the few that were new to space travel. Those that were used to it paid it little attention. By the time the ship landed at its assigned docking bay, the crowds had rushed towards the exits, all desperate to breathe in the relative freshness of the Coruscant air. Aysá watched and shook her head, only standing as the last of the passengers passed through the doors and disappeared into the city.
Aysá took one of the public transport shuttles towards the entertainment district. The few credits she had in her pocket would see to a comfortable night’s sleep at least; something she had been lacking as of late. After finding a room, showering and changing, she set out into the night, heading down, away from the glittering lights and the loud music, towards the darker heart of the district where she would feel more comfortable.
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