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Post by Aras Paolini on Aug 21, 2006 13:38:22 GMT -5
Stamping his feet on the musty floor as he entered Caladan Bar, a disgruntled-looking Human flicked his piercing eyes around the drunken area in disgust. He pulled the black cloak tighter around his body, striding crisply to a table in the back corner of the room. He made sure to keep his head bent and hood fully positioned over his ducked face for fear of recognition.
Sweeping grandly into a chair, he motioned for the bartender to get him shots of tequila, leaning against the squeaking wooden back. His eyes were cast down, only rising upward for a mere second as his drinks were slid onto the molding table.
Reaching out a sturdy hand, the strange man gripped the small glass, brought it to his lips and downed the bitter liquid inside before slamming the cup on the seedy wood again.
Everyone in the bar was completely buzzed. No, that wasn't true- several were dangerously drunk, teetering on their seats and collapsing to the poorly mantained floor in a pool of their own vomit. Maybe a couple were sober, but not many. The busy bar was filled with cheers and jeers, yelling, laughing, ridiculing, and hysterics.
The Human tore his eyes away as he turned up his lip, pure repulsion written in every line of his face. He clearly wanted no part of the drunken idiocy surrounding him. He needed a place to dry off, cool off, and remain hidden from the revenge he was trying to chase.
Absently gulping down another shot, he drummed his fingers on the table, soft material sinking in at the pressure of his impatient hand. He angrily shook his head, the midnight strands of hair that were in his face flying behind the hood.
He leaned back once more, surrounding himself in shadows. Was it really seeking if he was scared of what would happen once he faced it? Was it really.. brave if he was concealing himself from being caught by it?
He was a coward, he decided in distaste, anger flaring in those brilliant eyes. He was a coward, and he was failing in the mission he had always prided himself on tracking.
But at least it was better than being reckless and one day regretting it all as you unnoticeably faded from the world. At least it was better than being dead.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Aug 21, 2006 13:42:38 GMT -5
Bryna smiled coyly as she tossed her long red hair over her should, turning her charm on 100% as she walked into the Bar area, smileing flirtatiously at any male he crossed her path.
She scanned the room for someone interesting to entertain herself with. Her violet-Red eyes settled on a mysterious man in the corner, he didn't seem to be very interested in his surroundings.
Perfect. She thought as she approached his table. Her black heeled boots made even clicking sounds as she crossed the room, her short skirt swaying as she made an effort to be noticed, though it didn't take much.
"Hey..." She said seductivly when she reached the table. "I'm Bryna."
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Post by Aras Paolini on Aug 21, 2006 14:08:58 GMT -5
A shadow threw itself over the sulking Human, and a cooing voice floated softly into his ear. Jumping and jerking his head to the left violently, a venomous glare slashed across his face. Fury slammed fiercely from the reflection of his eyes, dark poison ejecting from his tightened skin.
"Excuse me? I don't give a rat's ass about who you are. I'm not drunk, and I'm not going to be taken advantage of. Go wave your ass in someone else's face, not mine," the man hissed, extreme dislike evident on his face. "I am not going to sleep with you. Go away and prance upstairs with some other man-whore."
Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, the man sharply turned his head back to the table and lashed out and swallowed another glass, cracking the cup as it crashed down upon the table. It could not have been clearer that the Human was in no mood to be tampered with, and he wanted to make that as clear as possible.
Without turning his head, he spoke to the sexy girl beside him. "You heard me. LEAVE!"
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Post by Bryna Delai on Aug 21, 2006 15:03:47 GMT -5
Bryna blinked, she had never been told off so simply. I wont be daunted.... She thought, clearing her throat and sitting across from him. "Now what makes you think those were my intentions?" She asked, her dark eyes making instant eye contact with the man.
That scum, passing me off as some.. some floosy. Though I was...... no, never mind. He had no right to think that of me. She thought, taking one of the full glasses for herself and sipping it.
"Now, tell me your name or I'll force it out of you." She said simply, as if this was routine in her day.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Aug 21, 2006 20:55:05 GMT -5
Pursing his thin lips, the Human shook fallen shocks of silky hair from his face, choosing to postpone the answer to this question. He drank down his last shot of tequila, and slid the glass to the edge of the table, letting the taste dissolve on his tongue before abruptly twisting violently to face the calm-looking girl.
His hands whipped around and seized her tiny hips, slamming her forward as he leaned harshly in so their bodies were pressed together. He leaned in to about a millimeter away from her pink lips and let his warm breath chase down her neck.
"Sorry.." he whispered softly, the words rolling around on his tongue. "I don't date sluts."
With that, he shoved the girl sharply away from the table, swinging around to face the table. He stared down at the table and tugged the hood down farther, inwardly screaming at himself for doing something that would get him noticed. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand for 5 more glasses, steaming pissed at his own stupidity.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Aug 21, 2006 20:59:34 GMT -5
Bryna blinked, confused. No man had ever ignored her, let alone burst out in anger at her. "Excuse me, but I dont' exactly appreciate being called a slut." She said angrily, approaching the man.
"What makes you think I'm so cheap? So easy?" She inquired, obvious displeasure in her voice.
Her purple-red eyes bore into his own, prying the answer from him bit by bit, or so she hoped. I've never faced a challange quite like him... She thought, outraged yet also intruiged by this man.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Aug 22, 2006 0:18:30 GMT -5
Raising one sharp eyebrow in amusement, the Human let out a dry and hacking chuckle. It sounded as if his throat was lined with straw and sand, and he coughed to let some of the roughness evaporate from his voice.
"Perhaps because you're wearing a corset that squeezes your D-cups together? Maybe because your skirt looks like a belt I used to have? Hmm.. Oh, and the fact that you tried to SEDUCE me into banging that ass you keep waving in my face!!" he roared, pounding his fist right through the table. "Admit it!! You are a WHORE!"
Abruptly standing and knocking the splintered table to the ground in front of him, the man threw a few coins at the shocked bartender, striding furiously up into the rooms above the inn. His eyes were narrowed and he was muttering a long strand of incoherent cursing, anger pulsing through his arteries.
How dare she try that with me? Do I look STUPID?! he yelled inside his head, horror jeering at him with every blaring word rocketing through his head. Disgruntled, he shuddered a bit.
Feeling something.. missing.. the Human tenatively raised a hand to his head. The hood had fallen off in the bar, giving everyone a good look at his easily noticeable face. Even a drunk man could match it with the 'Wanted' signs plastered everywhere.
"Shit," he said aloud, wheeling around helplessly. He had to try and fix this, but he had a feeling it was already too late....
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Post by Bryna Delai on Aug 22, 2006 0:24:11 GMT -5
Bryna followed the man, instantly recognizeing him. He was on all the wanted posters in town. Aras Paolini the name had read under his picture. She vaguley remembered it not being a police warrant, but rather... a personal add? What's he up to? Well... whatever it is it should prove to be interesting. She thought as she approached the corner.
She spotted him, he looked frightened. "You're wanted, aren't you? I hear that there is a hefty reward on your pretty little head." She said slyly. Heavy foot steps could be heard as men walked up the stairs. "Here!" She said urgently, pulling the man into a room before he could object.
"They'll be after you you know. Even a drunk man knows the value of money in this world." She said bluntly, locking the door so no one could get in... or out.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Aug 22, 2006 1:00:45 GMT -5
Hearing the familiar sultry tones tumbling into his ear, the Human turned to bark at her to fuck off before he was harshly hurtled into the rotting room apparantly owned by the sexy girl. He glanced up at a nameplate on the door-- Bryna Delai. A seductive name for a master at seduction.
"...Even a drunk man knows the value of money in this world." Aras heard these words float from above him, not bothering to soften the hues. He grinned bitterly, pushing himself up from where he had fallen on the soggy rug.
Looking around at the poorly thrown-together room, the Human Aras clucked his tongue. "This room is so.. so.. terrible. Wow," he spoke disapprovingly before turning to Bryna. "Why'd you save me?"
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Post by Bryna Delai on Aug 22, 2006 1:05:10 GMT -5
"The beds are actually quite comfortable, I've found." She retorted with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, though it wasn't strong.
"Well, you have a large bounty on your head and I wouldn't want some drunk to get that cash.... and you seem interesting. You intruige me..." She said softly, trailing off.
"What got you in trouble with the Feds anyway?" She asked, sitting down on the soft bed, giving a nice few of her legs as she crossed them and leaned back on her hands. "I mean it's not like people just randomly put up wanted it adds with rewards, now is it?"
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Post by Aras Paolini on Aug 22, 2006 1:19:09 GMT -5
A sharp glance in her direction, Aras sighed, relaxing a tad more. "It's not the feds. It's a long story, and it's not very pleasant," he said shortly, sitting down on the bed. "Still trying to seduce me, eh?"
Rolling his eyes and leaning against the iron backboard, Aras chanced a small smile, the rare moment darting across his face before it vanished and was replaced with his normal scowl. With a sigh, he unpinned the cloak and threw it across the room. He simply looked over at Bryna and stared, silently.
The silence descended upon them and a small voice cracked it in two. "These beds are comfy.."
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Post by Bryna Delai on Aug 27, 2006 18:14:23 GMT -5
Bryna smiled. "Yes, they are." She said smoothly. She scooted closer to Aras. "Now... can I still talk you into..." She trailed off, leaning closer and closer towards him. She decided to take a chance, pressing her lips against his momentarily.
"There's more where that came from." She said slyly, leaning in again.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Aug 31, 2006 1:32:28 GMT -5
"No," the Human vetoed flatly, pushing her off of him and standing abruptly. He strode furiously to the window before flipping around to stare deep into Bryna's eyes. "I'm leaving. Come or go, choose. Now." His features tightened and pierced through the tight mask pulled over his face.
He fell to his knees and pulled the cloak towards him, taking great care in watching his fumbling fingers try to fold the silky material together. Hesitating for a moment before glancing up, Aras gave a small smile, pushing to his feet.
"Well?"
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Post by Bryna Delai on Aug 31, 2006 1:40:03 GMT -5
Bryna sighed, then smiled. It seemed she wouldn't be getting any entertainment this time. "Sure. I'll go." She said, getting up to her feet.
He's interesting... and I hate boring things. It's time for a little excitment. She thought as she approached his side.
"And where, do tell, are we going?" She inquired. She elected not to point out the fact hundreds of men were out looking for him at the moment. This should prove to be out of the odinary. I've never assisted a wanted man before.... She thought idley.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Aug 31, 2006 1:56:16 GMT -5
Unveiling a knife from his cloak, Aras dropped down the hood and brought the blade to his neck. Shooting a grim smile at Bryna, the Human tightened his grip on the wooden handle as he sucked in his breath.
He sharply slashed the blade across the back of his neck, freeing many of his long midnight hair. It was not quite short, but it was definitely a change. He nicked his left cheek and above his right eye. The Human rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and cut many tears and holes into it, and used the tip of the blade to fray his jeans.
Standing up, he gave a crooked smile at the girl, hardly feeling the hot blood on his skin. He was ready to leave. Now all they needed was a plan...
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