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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jan 24, 2016 16:24:58 GMT -5
Yana couldn't help but smile when he moved hair off her face. What was more, from the smile and the soft touch on her lips she had the feeling he really didn't seem to notice her scar. Or he didn't deem it worthy of attention or comment. It was pleasing to be accepted. Of course when he floated away for a sandwich, coming to a neat stop, she stared awkwardly at the steaming hot water below them and flexed her jaw, a sign of being a bit nervous. The fact was... Well. Other boyfriends was kind of a dubious prospect to talk about.
She'd asked what was his name, dreamy eyes, Chad? Well she'd asked him out and he'd sneered at her dirty clothes and blown her off before she could finish asking. Then there'd been Dan, and he'd been so sweet, and asked about it, and then she'd told him sure, and thought about making out on the roof... And then he'd had to go ask her dad, and she'd seen him the next day grow pale looking at her, and running off with his Adam's apple bobbing about like a buoy. People told her everytime he heard names vaguely like hers he'd turn pale and feel faint.
"Uh, you know there haven't been any... boyfriends. At all really. You're well, the first."
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Post by Mr. Slender on Feb 26, 2016 23:36:37 GMT -5
TK-1109/D's methodical removal of the package from his sandwich served the dual purpose of letting him savor the aroma as it hit the air and allowing him to have all the pieces ready to be thrown away, yet his appetite suddenly started to wane when Yana spoke again. It was oddly nice to think of himself as the only guy she's ever gone steady with, but the fact her father was definitely the case kinda ruined that for him. Still, figuring out the best way to sway her father to his said could wait, the sandwich in his hands really couldn't.
For a pleasant split second the clone's let himself ride the slightly excruciating flame the meal brought, before another fire lashed out to slam into his shoulder. The burning lessened ever so slightly as the momentum forced him to fall backwards into the hot spring.
TK-1109/D had never been shot before, and the seared wound felt more painful and disorienting than how he'd picture it, but Yana's fate pushed the itch of former crispy skin from his mind. Under the surface the clone could only tell that her lower regions were as lovely as ever and that she hadn't been shot yet though.
As much as he desired to spring up and commence to stabbing on those responsible, odds were he would only catch a blaster bolt in the face this time. If Yana was still alive, as the shadows across the water lengthened with the approach of the assailants, someone must want her alive for some reason or another.
Patience was the key here, and the clone hoped he had the tolerance to keep playing dead. TK-1109/D outright prayed to whoever was listening that the enemy really did have a reason to keep Yana alive, and for forgiveness for the inevitable vengeance in advance if things went horribly wrong.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Feb 27, 2016 20:51:02 GMT -5
Yana was twirling a lock of her rather greasy hair with one finger, and softly biting on her lip. She was simultaneously looking forward to another fantastic session of intimacy, and dreading breaking this to her father. He was not the sort who took it kindly that someone was slipping the love sausage to his daughter on weekends, and sometimes during the week a few times. She was plenty old enough though, he had to get over it sooner or later. She was 23. That he'd chased her date away with a cleaver at 16 had been, well, almost understandable. At 17, apparently it was still too soon. And at 18 when she was 'of age' he'd still been irate in the extreme. Since then though, she'd gone very very quiet about it all. In fact the number of times had approached zero, probably she'd earned an unfortunate black mark among horny young men in the neighborhood who knew she was definitely off limits.
No amount of cleavage and winking made up for what Finn would do with that cleaver.
Her reverie was abruptly cut short by a blaster shot, and she instinctively bit her lip without any thought, hard in fact. A rapidfire cluster of curses shot out before she even realized that TK had been hit. She stood up, stark naked, goosebumps forming rapidly, and her eyes blazed with murder.
"WHAT THE SHIT?" She queried, shaking a fist at the people who she could best describe as thugs. They had an array of unpleasant weapons, some improvised and some real. They had the ugly worn leather of people who, if they didn't look like they were trying to hurt her, might have been regulars at the tavern. There were also six of them, while there was one of her and one of sexy clone. The odds were heavily stacked. No, maybe she could bluff her way out of it.
"Can't you dumbasses see I'm trying to get laid? What the frell do you even want?"
Not for once did she look to check on TK, chalk it up to a dreamy adoration that paired well with the idea her hunk of sexy was blasterproof.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Feb 27, 2016 21:51:05 GMT -5
Jeb really hadn't expected to find some kinda bodybuilder eating a sandwich with his pecker out when he'd lead the way down to the grotto, so the shooting was semi justified. His mama had been very clear while he was a boy to avoid naked men who were bigger than you at all costs. The bodybuilder hadn't made a dash for his backporch, but the young crook liked to be sure.
Somehow, even with the naked guy out of nowhere, Jeb hadn't considered the possibly that the girl they were sent to grab was in the same state. Behind the bandana mask and wide brimmed hat pulled low, the crooked blushed almost beet red as he got a good eye full of her assets. As much as he'd deny it, the freshly celebrated eighteen year old had never actually seen a naked woman in the flesh before. It was kinda an overwhelming experience for him without any warning.
The bryar pistol Jeb had used to shoot her apparent boyfriend lowered slightly as he turned his gaze aside to compose himself and remember everything he was supposed to tell her. Titties always got his mind all wonky. However, the cat calls and nearly drooling fervor his cousins were getting into forced his hand. Any longer and this would just devolve into another rape instead of a simple kidnapping.
"Hold on there, darlin'. Gonna hafta ask you to calm on down. We ain't here to hurt ya, just to carry ya off into the night. We ain't no rapists, this is an..uh, abductication? Right, come on now." Jeb stated, doing his best to be diplomatic, while a lisp seemed to punctuation his sentences due to cousin Reese having knocked out his two front teeth.
"Don't mind them, darlin'. You gonna ride on my bike with me." He added, motioning with his blaster for her to move forward.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Feb 27, 2016 22:55:49 GMT -5
Yana didn't like the lecherous looks and noises. Not one bit, what was more, she had the feeling TK wouldn't like it either. She turned to see if he had any advice, and saw he was hit. For a moment her jaw dropped, her head spun, and she felt sick. It was impossible to adequately summarize the multiple trains of thought colliding in her mind, but 'fuck' would be a great start. However the train wreck was, well, derailed. She could swear she saw him breath. Maybe it was wishful thinking, maybe it was self-delusion, but she had to go with it. Lest they try to finish their job.
She gasped, and sniffled a little. It wasn't forced either, she felt distinctly aware of it all, the pain and the dangers and the consequences.
Careful steps led her out of the water, where she rapidly pulled her pants and boots on, and a tank top, which they didn't seem happy about. They grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her along. She just stumbled along wearily.
Of course she didn't believe a word of their statements and insisting. Especially not from 'missing two teeth and a sense of standards.' Assuming his dumb whistling 'wells fargo wagon' voice had an excuse to blame. Oh no she had some great ideas about cutting dicks off. And her dad would, oh he'd nail them to the wall first. No to a table, then he'd light the room on fire. Oh yeah, that'd show those kidnapper shits. Yana seethed internally but kept her head down carefully. Patience would do it. Patience and then when they least expected it a knife right in the dick.
But TK... He had to be all right. He needed to be all right.
If he wasn't... Oh she'd take up the profession of homicidal maniac in half a heartbeat.
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