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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 11:16:36 GMT -8
The walkway leading up to the entrance is lined with paparazzi, which is more or less standard. What isn't standard is the yellow lines on the side of the red carpet. Under Dresselian law, a reporter who crosses that line is officially considered a game animal, and there is no bag limit. They tend to stay back and remain ever so respectful that way.
The entrance to the event center is made up of a series of transparsteel doors that lead directly into a large foyer. Discreet security scans will examine the occupants, not checking so much for weapons as weapons of mass destruction. The foyer opens up directly into the Main Hall.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 20:07:11 GMT -8
Fenrir suddenly stepped out of a wormhole that appeared at the foot of the red carpet, before strolling along the length of the carpet as various cameramen snapped pictures of the Best Non-Force nominee, before Fenrir made his way inside of the Main Hall
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 20:28:42 GMT -8
Nurse Sarah stepped out of a freshly arrived limosuine, dressed in a low back red dress and high stilettos,m strutting down the length of the red carpet and heading into the Main Hall
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Feb 17, 2014 21:06:16 GMT -8
Zion, Amber, Zacaiah, and Obadiah entered the Main Hall and took a seat in one of the lounge areas set up in the main hall
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 11:55:32 GMT -8
A rather expensive shuttle swings low in the parking area before the red carpet. As it lightly settles down, the ramp lowers & the admiral steps out. Clad in his iconic, two-&-a-half metre tall armour, glossy, black plates shifting & reflecting the lights of reporters in a insectile manner. He pauses there a moment to wait for his two companions still on the shuttle.
Once all three of the passengers had left the shuttle, it would smoothly rise & leave, granting space for the next craft.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 18, 2014 12:10:14 GMT -8
The next to step out of the shuttle was another of the Admiral's notoriously reclusive family. Standing at only a little under a metre & a half, Aya was not the shortest of the three figures, but she was still a far cry from the towering frame of her father. Her only visible horns were centered one above each eye, giving her a very slight satanic look. The ruffled & pleated black dress that she wore did nothing to detract from that image. The dress left much of her shoulders bare, only a pair of lacy straps that were more decorative than functional. The front of the dress only fell to her mid thigh, however the back of the dress fell nearly to her ankles. The entire hem of the dress was interwoven with live flowers of some white variety.
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 18, 2014 20:27:28 GMT -8
The third member of the Admiral's party was none other than Jedi Master Ael Jade, generally of Corellia, currently serving on the High Council on Coruscant. Standing a diminutive 5'3," she was easily the shortest member of the group. Instead of her usual attire, she was wearing a formal gown of intricately embroidered sea green. With Aya on the left of the Admiral, Jade was flanking him on the right.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 4:44:30 GMT -8
A large, military looking type Chiss Transport landed at the foot of the red carpet. Anyone familiar with Chiss Houses would recognise the massive Prar House Emblem, as well as the Honoghr Conclave emblem right next to it, emblazoned on the side of the transport. The rear ramp lowered and several Dísz?rség took up positions on the ramp, before Lady Rebecca, clad in an enticing creamy white dress with a black bow on her left shoulder strap, made her way down the ramp of the transport. The Dísz?rség retreated back up the ramp before the transport took off again.
Rebecca made her way along the Red Carpet, pausiung a couple times to get photos taken by the various media outlets, before continuing on her way towards the Main Hall. This was not the first time she had been to the sithies, in fact she had been presenting an award at the previous event that had been held., Thankfully though, this time she wasn't also having to get a HNN news special done
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 8:09:30 GMT -8
Having collected the rest of the group, the Admiral leads the way down the walkway. Any of the shouted questions from the media were ignored, but the group did stop to allow a few photos. Soon they passed out of sight of the media & into the main hall.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 20, 2014 17:13:36 GMT -8
A long, black limousine pulled up to the red carpet and deposited the purple satin clad Sith Sinistra, current leader of the Galactic Empire. She wore a long, red strapless dress, her long hair sleek and shining with a diamond and ruby necklace gracing her slender neck. Her tattoos were missing, her nails neatly manicured. She looked the picture of elegance and she waited for her date to join her on the red carpet.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 17:27:26 GMT -8
Not long after, Eralam arrived. He hadn't been able to procure a limo for the trip, but there were plenty of LACs available, so he had one drop him off. Literally. He jumped out of the open hatch some twenty meters off the ground, landing lightly next to his date. He took a second to adjust the long canvas duster he was wearing instead of a tuxedo jacket, then offered his arm to Sin.
"You clean up nice. Shall we head in?"
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 20, 2014 17:32:28 GMT -8
She rolled her eyes at his entrance and took the proffered arm. "Thanks, you too. I'm kinda surprised that you're wearing a tie. It suits you."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 17:55:41 GMT -8
"Don't get used to it. Too damned uncomfortable. Feels like I'm being strangled."
They both did the requisite smile and wave routine as they sauntered up the carpet to the doorway, though Eralam's smile was less friendly and more "I dare you to step over that line, you sons of bitches," but they made it in without incident.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 20:29:38 GMT -8
The Akadian blue hovered some meters above the ground, as Pixar was intent on securing our cargo with the site staff first. this left me to jump the meters to the ground in my dingy Jedi robes that made me appear as if I came straight from the gym taking heavy round of practice against lethal training droids
" Boss! Boss! ... grr... where was I supposed to be?" then taking stock of my appearance I realised I was not prepared for this" Good thing I borrowed these from Silas"
By these, I referred to a magical ring and a catalyst with which to use the ring. sliding the ring onto my right hand and brought my hand in front of the catalyst. as the ring lit up I heard a sound from nowhere announce the spell" Ch??ne, Clean Up! Saik?!" lifting my right hand above me I saw a magical portal appear. at first the portal loosed water with which I was washed of all odors from my previous RPs. then the portal flowed over me so that my tattered clothes were replaced with an ornamental set of Jedi Robes, complete with the Janbaori cloak that I had recently added into the mix.
“ Much better” without much more effort, I walked inside, leaving the photographers confused as to what had just occurred
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Post by The Major on Feb 20, 2014 20:33:35 GMT -8
Through the entrance comes two people —a pair, if you will. One of them carries a long wooden instrument leaning against a shoulder. They both pass weapon's screening, dig their feet into the carpet a few times as if to test it, and then proceed further into the event space. They make it a point to ignore any comments that might be heaved towards them.
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 20, 2014 20:40:00 GMT -8
What a pity that Jade had already moved on further by the time Major arrived. Otherwise, she might have cut her with a rusty knife just to see if she'd bleed... and if she bled, what exactly she bled. Vodka? Schnapps? Souls? Oh well, 'nother time p'raps.
Hi Major. What is meant is that she'd be delighted to see you of course.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 21, 2014 6:04:36 GMT -8
In a gust of sand Nartaga appeared, wearing not only his traditional garb but a black bow tie as well. There was no need to even try and make this entrance seem plausible, but it still got the flash on the cameras going. His writer had just found a few moments ago from typing this up that one of his adventures had been up for a Sithie, and while he knew he had little chance of winning, being an underdog in these kinds of things, he still had hopes it would bring some attention to his little planet. Tatooine had a growing tourist industry, and the good publicity could help.
Nartaga adjusted his tie and walked into the Main Hall.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Feb 21, 2014 13:00:50 GMT -8
Did it truly matter how he got here, or was it more too the fact that he was here at all?
Jud surveyed the walk towards the entrance, his eye following the red carpet leading to the ceremonies' portal. It seemed impossibly a long ways away, but in fact it was a short walk. Maybe it was the fact that he was being jeered, a cacophony of dithering mouths and luminous flashes? It dazed him, confused him, and in part slightly made him self aware. Was he anxious?
It wasn't everyday that Jud's writer was summoned by his peers to a ceremony marking achievements and milestones. So, it stood - in the Sith's mind - that something was off. Sure he'd garnered respect over the years, was even nominated in the last of these proceedings. His home of Tatooine, his writers' pride and joy had actually taken away a win, but for him it was all hubris. Despite this, Jud still saw his writers' gentle nudges as a personal offense to his space.
"I'm a damned puppet..." He grumbled under his breath, as reporters asked a perplexing amount of questions from beyond the roped confines of their pen. It reminded Jud of a time when he was about to become the main course in a vornskr eating frenzy. Oddly enough, the memory caused a smirk. The thought of the mewing mass as nothing more than mindless animals allowing the Sith's anxiety to lessen, as he made the walk into the ceremony without answering a single question, or giving a courteous wave.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Feb 21, 2014 13:56:16 GMT -8
A Lambda-class shuttle in full IR insignia descends to perch on a nearby landing platform. As soon as the ship had touched down, a squad of Stormtroopers filed out and surrounded the planetfall ramp, blasters trained on the as-yet unseen menace about to descend to take his first breath of fresh air on Dressel.
Galdaart Fel. Looking shabby-dapper in a borrowed suit and binders around his wrists, the spacer made his way -- barefoot, down the ramp while twelve blasters followed his every move. When he reached the bottom of the ramp, he was searched (for the third time) and only when the Lieutenant in charge of the detachment was satisfied that there was a minimal chance of mischief or escape, he prodded the Outlander forward with a rifle butt between Fel's shoulder blades.
Move it, Prisoner 189247-002.
Fel stifled the urge to call the trooper a choice selection of words, and instead shuffled forward at the best pace his leg shackles would allow. There was no red carpet for Fel. The troops had landed adjacent to a side entrance, and reformed in a double column either side of their charge. As soon as they were clear of the shuttle it lifted off, Evac-style, and hovered 100 yards distant, awaiting orders.
The arrival hadn't gone unnoticed, and though the Stormtroops did their very best to hustle their charge inside with the minimum of fuss, several paparazzi had come round from the main entrance to see what the commotion was, and began to record, and/or snap pictures, calling out to Fel and trying to get his attention for a close-up.
"Fel! Over here!" "This one's for Coruscant Daily!" "Capt. Fel! The HNN wants to know -- why the hush-hush entrance?"
But Galdaart kept his head down. He knew that by playing to the crowd (what few there were) there would only be reprisals from his 'escort.' Thankfully, the troopers didn't fire on the photogs, but only whisked the prisoner inside and out of sight as fast as possible.
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Feb 21, 2014 14:15:27 GMT -8
Always make an entranceManifesting in the material universe for the first time for...who knows how long, since time in Manda was different than time as those still bound to the mortal coil, Reyn appeared, his sister Shiarael beside him. He was dressed in a fine silk tuxedo with a closed and pleated kama around his waist and fine boots. He looked younger, though not young, his eyes bright and skin glowing, his long grey hair tied in formal braids. The normal swarm of Paparazzi descended to take pictures, and Reyn gave them a pose or two, humoring them, holding his arm out for Shia to take."One forgets the smell of mortal air, it is not altogether unpleasant. Shall we vod'ika?"
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