Post by The Conman on Feb 16, 2016 0:58:12 GMT -5
Enarin groaned and looked around the cool cell, eyes still adjusting to the lack of light in his surroundings. He found himself lying on the floor, face down in a pool of what he was quite sure was his own blood, becoming acutely aware of a cut over his eye, the dull throbbing giving it away before the stabbing pain instigated by his hand reflexively coming up to investigate, as if of it's own accord.
"Ow...fuck...what the shi-" he mused, rolling onto his side and getting a better look at his accommodations.
The cell was...well...a cell, 3 sides, the floor and ceiling were made of solid-looking, and very gray, durasteel, and one end, the end his legs were facing, was slightly buzzing, the blue cast emitted by the force field the only available light. Grunting, he rolled over onto his back, and nearly jumped up when his bare ass touched the cool floor. Gingerly, he leaned his head up to look down at himself, noticing, for the first time since awakening in his current dilemma, that he lacked any form of clothing from the waist down. With a sigh, he let his head flop back and bump against the floor with a dull "thud".
"Ow..."
He burbled, staring at the featureless gray ceiling, remembering a quote, from a movie he'd seen a few weeks prior...
"When things are immeasurably, gloriously, fucked, it can usually be traced back to one bad decision..." he heard the masked anti-hero say in the movie, after losing a bodypart.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Some Time Before =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"'Narin. Man, seriously, we're going to Vandelhelm and you're coming with us." Said Ty'hee, a somewhat sickly looking purple twi'lek, and perhaps the closest thing to a "friend" Enarin had.
The teen looked over at him with a flat expression, crossing his arms, and shaking his head. This had been an ongoing thing for weeks, by this point, Ty insisting that Enarin take a few days off, get off the carrier and have some fun. Enarin, being more interested in watching bad kung fu movies while higher than giraffe pussy, obviously wasn't overly interested in going to some planet to get sunburnt and bitten by bugs.
"Man...no, we've been over this, you go, I'm gonna stay here and-" His monotone monologue was cutoff by Ty's scratchy voice.
"-What? What man? Hotbox your fukken spacesuit or some equally retarded shit...y'know, lemmie ask you something-" This time Enarin did the cutting.
"No." He replied flatly, hoping against hope that Ty would take a hint. Which, he of course, didn't, pressing on with the intensity and determination entirely unlike Enarin's.
"- When was the last time your skinny ass got laid. Huh? Weren't you tellin' me it's been like-" Enarin cut him off, again, the turn and repose of the conversation becoming somewhat obvious to him by this point.
"-Fuck you..."
"- 6 months or some sort of shit-"
Enarin sighed. All he wanted was some peace and quiet. No sister flipping around the ship and breaking his nose, or busted-ass droids spraying him down with fire foam for lighting his bong, or burning couches, or any of the other 9001 insane things that happened on what felt like a daily basis to him. The notion of going somewhere, some planet he'd never heard of that was supposidly "safe", for some "fun", which to Boska teens usually meant raising royal hell, drunkenly, while high on something, perhaps naked, wasn't one he was too interested in exploring.
"Lookman, look, man...man...look, ok, So I told Taryn you'd come, she's expecting you to be there, and Tia and I aren't gonna be draggin' her ass around as a third wheel man, c'mon, you gotta do me a solid here." Ty said quickly, his true motivations becoming apparent. Enarin cracked a sideways grin, suddenly realizing what was up.
"So the only way your girlfriend would go is if she could bring her, what I'm guessing is, friend?" Enarin said flatly, uncrossing his arms, bending over and pulling a bottle of water from his backpack, then leaning up against the landing leg of the ship they were working on, opening it and taking a triumphant swig.
Ty looked defeated, and looked away and shrugged.
" Mate, she hot as fuck. Seriously, if I wasn't with Tia, man, this Taryn bitch, I tell you, she got the back, front, and side to side, if y'know what I mean?" He asked, mimicking an hourglass figure with his hands as he spoke.
"She'll fuck you man, I promise. Just don't like, totally fuck up, and you'll 'chore dick wet, for real." He said, with a wink, as if Enarin hadn't caught on to what was going on. The taller of the pair, and bronzer, sighed, and put the cap back on his water bottle, and tossed it in his bag.
"Pics or GTFO." He said flatly, with a smirk, figuring that if he could at least get laid, he may as well. There wasn't nearly as much bad that could happen being stuck in a hotel room for a day, he figured, walking over beside Ty, who produced his comm and put his passcode on and logged into Spacebook.
"She doesn't have a Spacebook...she weird like that...but Tia's friends with her, see..." he said, flipping through a few photos, a very rutian, very attractive, and scantly clad, woman tagged "taryn" in the photos he was showing.
Enarin had to admit to himself, he wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers. He shrugged, walking back to his backpack and picking it up, slinging it over his shoulder.
"I'll be there, or I won't...gimmie a bit I gotta think about this...and clear it with management." Enarin said, figuring he'd ask "Momma D" as opposed to "Momma V", the former's lack of judgement and gullible nature practically ensuring he'd be able to entomb his meat missile in some form of hyper-sexy shade of blue later on that day.
---- Later that Day ----
"HEY, WADDUP FATASS!" Ty practically yelled from across the hangar bay, a road-cone orange, volleyball breasted, sunglasses clad Tia in tow, waving as she jogged behind her mate.
"Sup man, you on the 3'o'clock?" Enarin asked, Ty nodding.
"So, you decided to come afterall? Good..." Ty said, looking back at Tia, who'd caught up in the meantime and was fishing through her bag for something.
"Sup babe?" Ty asked her.
"She's not here...I commed her but she's not here, said she'd be ready to go..." Tia said, Enarin figuring about Taryn.
"She your friend..." Ty burbled to her.
"I know...Gimmie a sec..." Tia mused, not looking at either of them as she dialed something into her comm and put it to her ear, turning around, looking somewhat tense.
Enarin cocked what could have been an eyebrow had he hair.
"Taryn, man, she's not good at...uh...directions, just trying to corral her before we go, make it easier to keep an eye on her...." Ty said, looking back at a now babbling Tia.
"Don't think it'll be too difficult to keep an eye on that ass, man...based on what I saw on Spacebook, anyway." Enarin said with a smirk.
Ty looked about to respond when Tia walked back over to the pair, wearing a somewhat less tense expression, while she shoved her comm into her bra, looking up and smiling at something over Enarin and Ty's shoulders, and pointing, waving in the air as if to catch somebody's attention. Enarin took a step back and turned to his side, looking over, his attention beyond caught.
Taryn sauntered over, wearing what was basically a gold rimmed, dark red bikini top that covered enough to be decent, but not enough to hide the enormity or shape of her endowment, below the waist the theme continued, dark red with a gold rim and straps, her bikini bottoms didn't cover much. Her strategically placed and expertly done yellow-orange ink did wonders to accentuate her already gorgeous curvature. Across her hips she wore a sheer orange sarong, a simple brown drawstring backpack with rope shoulder straps was slung over a shoulder. It took Enarin a few seconds to notice her piercings on her face, and lekku, but he didn't get time to inspect them before she was upon them.
Before he could say anything, the fact she smelled amazing overcame his nose. Like a woodsy-citriusy-hyper sexy shade of blue, in smell form. Any reticence was washed away by Taryn's assault on his senses.
- A Few Hours, lots of sun, swimming, and at least 5 "accidental" nipslips on Taryn's part later -
Enarin, for the 10th time in as many minutes, took off his flipflop and did his best to get sand out of it, to no avail. He sighed, figuring he'd just take a shower...maybe a sexy shower...with Taryn once they'd gotten to their hotel. A sudden intake of breath and Taryn whacking his arm to his right brought him out of his daydream.
"Enarin! Enarinenarinenarinenarin, looook! Ice cream!" Taryn said, somewhat loudly, pointing at a cart a short distance away.
"Want some?" He asked, rhetorically, walking off towards it, Taryn coming along.
"Duhhh?" she said, as they got to the stand.
"What'll it be?" A well dressed, clean cut man wearing an apron said, standing behind the small cart, with a door in the top, obviously containing the goods.
"I'll have the Mint-Chocolate chip, and She'll have thee...." Enarin trailed off, Taryn literally staring off into the distance, a blank expression on her face, unblinking eyes glazed over like some kind of addict having a flashback to their days when they "used".
"Uhh, Taryn?" Enarin asked, bumping her gently with his elbow, the woman suddenly looking over at them with a smile, then to the menu with a confused expression, thinking for what felt like a good 30 seconds, before pointing to the strawberry flavour.
"That one looks nice." She said, Enarin wearing a beamused smirk.
"She'll have the strawberry, please." he said, handing over a 5 credit chit, and receiving a pair of ice-cream cones in return.
"We're pretty close to the hotel...we should probably get walking if we wanna get there before these melt on us." Enarin said, gesturing toward their intended direction of travel. Taryn was largely quiet, doing her best impersonation of a dog with peanut butter, basically licking her cone nonestop, giving one word responses and nodding while Enarin tried, and eventually gave up on, making conversation, Taryn's brain obviously overloaded by the ice cream.
As they rounded the corner at the end of the street, before getting to their hotel, Taryn suddenly stopped dead, and looked over at Enarin.
"Fucknuts....I forgot my bag!" She said, holding out the Ice cream.
"Back in a sec" She said, taking off jogging towards the ice cream vendor, her bag still leaning up against it's front. Enarin decided to walk after her, figuring he could at least cut down the distance she had to jog back, the gesture making sense in his mind at least. After a minute or so, Taryn was at the vendor, and was obviously joking with him, based on her gestures and the fact she was laughing. The woman bent down to pickup her bag, and a number of things happened very quickly.
As her hand touched it, an explosion to Enarin's right went off, followed by a barrage of blaster fire. Both cones got dropped, and a white speeder-van pulled up, with somebody yelling in basic at a pair of masked, armored figures who were exiting what appeared to be a bank, blasting into the air, getting people, Enarin included, to duck for cover. As the pair exited, a blue and white local police vehicle pulled up and disgorged 4 officers, who promptly started blasting at them. The pair, one carrying a bag, the other a pair of guns, started returning fire and moving towards Enarin and the van.
Running passed through Enarin's mind, but in the heat of the moment, all he managed to do was take a few steps before a few blaster bolts zipped by in front of him, the teen stopping and trying to turn around, the same thing happening. As he turned to figure out what was going on, a firm hand gripped his shoulder and arm, pulling it behind him and shoving it into his lower back. It hurt, a lot, and he cried out as one of the masked figures pushed him in front of them, towards the van across the street. The masked figure using it's free arm to shoot, reaching over Enarin's shoulder and blasting away at the 'fuzz as they went.
It didn't take long to reach the van, though to Enarin it felt like it'd happened in slow motion and took the better part of a week. The worst part was he had no idea what to do, and was along for the ride, basically, the masked figure shouting something about staying calm and not being a hero.
The doors to the van opened, he felt himself sailing through the air, before landing in the van on his back. As he tried to get up, off his back, one of the figures casually blasted him.
In the face.
--- Present ---
Enarin groaned, looked over and saw what he figured was a bed. Despite the fact it more closely resembled a table, the fact it was about knee height and was hanging from the wall gave it away, and he figured it'd be marginally more comfortable than his current location. The man rolled over to his left and used his right arm to pull himself up, awkwardly managing to claw his way up onto it, his motor skills still somewhat shaky from being stunned in the face.
After what felt like hours of extreme effort, he was finally, again, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Wellp...fuck." He said flatly to nobody in particular, his back and arms feeling distinctly sunburnt, to top it all off, silently vowing to kill Ty as slowly as possible if he ever got out of his current bind.
"Ow...fuck...what the shi-" he mused, rolling onto his side and getting a better look at his accommodations.
The cell was...well...a cell, 3 sides, the floor and ceiling were made of solid-looking, and very gray, durasteel, and one end, the end his legs were facing, was slightly buzzing, the blue cast emitted by the force field the only available light. Grunting, he rolled over onto his back, and nearly jumped up when his bare ass touched the cool floor. Gingerly, he leaned his head up to look down at himself, noticing, for the first time since awakening in his current dilemma, that he lacked any form of clothing from the waist down. With a sigh, he let his head flop back and bump against the floor with a dull "thud".
"Ow..."
He burbled, staring at the featureless gray ceiling, remembering a quote, from a movie he'd seen a few weeks prior...
"When things are immeasurably, gloriously, fucked, it can usually be traced back to one bad decision..." he heard the masked anti-hero say in the movie, after losing a bodypart.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Some Time Before =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"'Narin. Man, seriously, we're going to Vandelhelm and you're coming with us." Said Ty'hee, a somewhat sickly looking purple twi'lek, and perhaps the closest thing to a "friend" Enarin had.
The teen looked over at him with a flat expression, crossing his arms, and shaking his head. This had been an ongoing thing for weeks, by this point, Ty insisting that Enarin take a few days off, get off the carrier and have some fun. Enarin, being more interested in watching bad kung fu movies while higher than giraffe pussy, obviously wasn't overly interested in going to some planet to get sunburnt and bitten by bugs.
"Man...no, we've been over this, you go, I'm gonna stay here and-" His monotone monologue was cutoff by Ty's scratchy voice.
"-What? What man? Hotbox your fukken spacesuit or some equally retarded shit...y'know, lemmie ask you something-" This time Enarin did the cutting.
"No." He replied flatly, hoping against hope that Ty would take a hint. Which, he of course, didn't, pressing on with the intensity and determination entirely unlike Enarin's.
"- When was the last time your skinny ass got laid. Huh? Weren't you tellin' me it's been like-" Enarin cut him off, again, the turn and repose of the conversation becoming somewhat obvious to him by this point.
"-Fuck you..."
"- 6 months or some sort of shit-"
Enarin sighed. All he wanted was some peace and quiet. No sister flipping around the ship and breaking his nose, or busted-ass droids spraying him down with fire foam for lighting his bong, or burning couches, or any of the other 9001 insane things that happened on what felt like a daily basis to him. The notion of going somewhere, some planet he'd never heard of that was supposidly "safe", for some "fun", which to Boska teens usually meant raising royal hell, drunkenly, while high on something, perhaps naked, wasn't one he was too interested in exploring.
"Lookman, look, man...man...look, ok, So I told Taryn you'd come, she's expecting you to be there, and Tia and I aren't gonna be draggin' her ass around as a third wheel man, c'mon, you gotta do me a solid here." Ty said quickly, his true motivations becoming apparent. Enarin cracked a sideways grin, suddenly realizing what was up.
"So the only way your girlfriend would go is if she could bring her, what I'm guessing is, friend?" Enarin said flatly, uncrossing his arms, bending over and pulling a bottle of water from his backpack, then leaning up against the landing leg of the ship they were working on, opening it and taking a triumphant swig.
Ty looked defeated, and looked away and shrugged.
" Mate, she hot as fuck. Seriously, if I wasn't with Tia, man, this Taryn bitch, I tell you, she got the back, front, and side to side, if y'know what I mean?" He asked, mimicking an hourglass figure with his hands as he spoke.
"She'll fuck you man, I promise. Just don't like, totally fuck up, and you'll 'chore dick wet, for real." He said, with a wink, as if Enarin hadn't caught on to what was going on. The taller of the pair, and bronzer, sighed, and put the cap back on his water bottle, and tossed it in his bag.
"Pics or GTFO." He said flatly, with a smirk, figuring that if he could at least get laid, he may as well. There wasn't nearly as much bad that could happen being stuck in a hotel room for a day, he figured, walking over beside Ty, who produced his comm and put his passcode on and logged into Spacebook.
"She doesn't have a Spacebook...she weird like that...but Tia's friends with her, see..." he said, flipping through a few photos, a very rutian, very attractive, and scantly clad, woman tagged "taryn" in the photos he was showing.
Enarin had to admit to himself, he wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers. He shrugged, walking back to his backpack and picking it up, slinging it over his shoulder.
"I'll be there, or I won't...gimmie a bit I gotta think about this...and clear it with management." Enarin said, figuring he'd ask "Momma D" as opposed to "Momma V", the former's lack of judgement and gullible nature practically ensuring he'd be able to entomb his meat missile in some form of hyper-sexy shade of blue later on that day.
---- Later that Day ----
"HEY, WADDUP FATASS!" Ty practically yelled from across the hangar bay, a road-cone orange, volleyball breasted, sunglasses clad Tia in tow, waving as she jogged behind her mate.
"Sup man, you on the 3'o'clock?" Enarin asked, Ty nodding.
"So, you decided to come afterall? Good..." Ty said, looking back at Tia, who'd caught up in the meantime and was fishing through her bag for something.
"Sup babe?" Ty asked her.
"She's not here...I commed her but she's not here, said she'd be ready to go..." Tia said, Enarin figuring about Taryn.
"She your friend..." Ty burbled to her.
"I know...Gimmie a sec..." Tia mused, not looking at either of them as she dialed something into her comm and put it to her ear, turning around, looking somewhat tense.
Enarin cocked what could have been an eyebrow had he hair.
"Taryn, man, she's not good at...uh...directions, just trying to corral her before we go, make it easier to keep an eye on her...." Ty said, looking back at a now babbling Tia.
"Don't think it'll be too difficult to keep an eye on that ass, man...based on what I saw on Spacebook, anyway." Enarin said with a smirk.
Ty looked about to respond when Tia walked back over to the pair, wearing a somewhat less tense expression, while she shoved her comm into her bra, looking up and smiling at something over Enarin and Ty's shoulders, and pointing, waving in the air as if to catch somebody's attention. Enarin took a step back and turned to his side, looking over, his attention beyond caught.
Taryn sauntered over, wearing what was basically a gold rimmed, dark red bikini top that covered enough to be decent, but not enough to hide the enormity or shape of her endowment, below the waist the theme continued, dark red with a gold rim and straps, her bikini bottoms didn't cover much. Her strategically placed and expertly done yellow-orange ink did wonders to accentuate her already gorgeous curvature. Across her hips she wore a sheer orange sarong, a simple brown drawstring backpack with rope shoulder straps was slung over a shoulder. It took Enarin a few seconds to notice her piercings on her face, and lekku, but he didn't get time to inspect them before she was upon them.
Before he could say anything, the fact she smelled amazing overcame his nose. Like a woodsy-citriusy-hyper sexy shade of blue, in smell form. Any reticence was washed away by Taryn's assault on his senses.
- A Few Hours, lots of sun, swimming, and at least 5 "accidental" nipslips on Taryn's part later -
Enarin, for the 10th time in as many minutes, took off his flipflop and did his best to get sand out of it, to no avail. He sighed, figuring he'd just take a shower...maybe a sexy shower...with Taryn once they'd gotten to their hotel. A sudden intake of breath and Taryn whacking his arm to his right brought him out of his daydream.
"Enarin! Enarinenarinenarinenarin, looook! Ice cream!" Taryn said, somewhat loudly, pointing at a cart a short distance away.
"Want some?" He asked, rhetorically, walking off towards it, Taryn coming along.
"Duhhh?" she said, as they got to the stand.
"What'll it be?" A well dressed, clean cut man wearing an apron said, standing behind the small cart, with a door in the top, obviously containing the goods.
"I'll have the Mint-Chocolate chip, and She'll have thee...." Enarin trailed off, Taryn literally staring off into the distance, a blank expression on her face, unblinking eyes glazed over like some kind of addict having a flashback to their days when they "used".
"Uhh, Taryn?" Enarin asked, bumping her gently with his elbow, the woman suddenly looking over at them with a smile, then to the menu with a confused expression, thinking for what felt like a good 30 seconds, before pointing to the strawberry flavour.
"That one looks nice." She said, Enarin wearing a beamused smirk.
"She'll have the strawberry, please." he said, handing over a 5 credit chit, and receiving a pair of ice-cream cones in return.
"We're pretty close to the hotel...we should probably get walking if we wanna get there before these melt on us." Enarin said, gesturing toward their intended direction of travel. Taryn was largely quiet, doing her best impersonation of a dog with peanut butter, basically licking her cone nonestop, giving one word responses and nodding while Enarin tried, and eventually gave up on, making conversation, Taryn's brain obviously overloaded by the ice cream.
As they rounded the corner at the end of the street, before getting to their hotel, Taryn suddenly stopped dead, and looked over at Enarin.
"Fucknuts....I forgot my bag!" She said, holding out the Ice cream.
"Back in a sec" She said, taking off jogging towards the ice cream vendor, her bag still leaning up against it's front. Enarin decided to walk after her, figuring he could at least cut down the distance she had to jog back, the gesture making sense in his mind at least. After a minute or so, Taryn was at the vendor, and was obviously joking with him, based on her gestures and the fact she was laughing. The woman bent down to pickup her bag, and a number of things happened very quickly.
As her hand touched it, an explosion to Enarin's right went off, followed by a barrage of blaster fire. Both cones got dropped, and a white speeder-van pulled up, with somebody yelling in basic at a pair of masked, armored figures who were exiting what appeared to be a bank, blasting into the air, getting people, Enarin included, to duck for cover. As the pair exited, a blue and white local police vehicle pulled up and disgorged 4 officers, who promptly started blasting at them. The pair, one carrying a bag, the other a pair of guns, started returning fire and moving towards Enarin and the van.
Running passed through Enarin's mind, but in the heat of the moment, all he managed to do was take a few steps before a few blaster bolts zipped by in front of him, the teen stopping and trying to turn around, the same thing happening. As he turned to figure out what was going on, a firm hand gripped his shoulder and arm, pulling it behind him and shoving it into his lower back. It hurt, a lot, and he cried out as one of the masked figures pushed him in front of them, towards the van across the street. The masked figure using it's free arm to shoot, reaching over Enarin's shoulder and blasting away at the 'fuzz as they went.
It didn't take long to reach the van, though to Enarin it felt like it'd happened in slow motion and took the better part of a week. The worst part was he had no idea what to do, and was along for the ride, basically, the masked figure shouting something about staying calm and not being a hero.
The doors to the van opened, he felt himself sailing through the air, before landing in the van on his back. As he tried to get up, off his back, one of the figures casually blasted him.
In the face.
--- Present ---
Enarin groaned, looked over and saw what he figured was a bed. Despite the fact it more closely resembled a table, the fact it was about knee height and was hanging from the wall gave it away, and he figured it'd be marginally more comfortable than his current location. The man rolled over to his left and used his right arm to pull himself up, awkwardly managing to claw his way up onto it, his motor skills still somewhat shaky from being stunned in the face.
After what felt like hours of extreme effort, he was finally, again, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Wellp...fuck." He said flatly to nobody in particular, his back and arms feeling distinctly sunburnt, to top it all off, silently vowing to kill Ty as slowly as possible if he ever got out of his current bind.
