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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 28, 2005 0:12:00 GMT
Sarah sat waiting in a square on Corellia. Local birds singing their songs and local vendors cooking exotic foods. Sarah watches the sidewalk. In her black suit and skirt. Her hazel eyes hidden from the world. Her white hair pulled back in a bun. Her briefcase sat at the side of the steel bench. She sat waiting for her employer.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 28, 2005 0:20:02 GMT
Darius walked down the street whistling a loud, obnoxious tune to himself. He was able to act free like this, because noone knew who he was. A cold, almost heartless mandalorian ruler...or at least thats what people thought of him. He leaps into a skip and walks by the woman, noticing her instantly. He knows shes the woman he was looking for, I mean she fit the description pefectly. The young mandalore did a soft wolf whistle and said*
"Are you an angel? And if not, where have you been all my life?"
*The 18 year-old had been once called a 'ladies man' by a friend...but during war the only ladies there were, were mandalorian slaves...*
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 28, 2005 0:23:31 GMT
She smirks.
You must be the man I was supposed to meet, a little younger than I thought. But what do you have for me?
She crosses her legs.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 28, 2005 0:32:39 GMT
"business? It's a beautiful day out and you wanna talk about killing people? Whatever...kinda tightly wound up, huh? Well anyway hes an old fat-cat of Dorus, an' he's messin' with a few men of mine on the planet. Your job is to take him out, and make sure his people are gone..."
*Slightly hung up on the fact that she was so high strung, his shoulders slumped down and he kinda just hung there.*
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 28, 2005 0:35:39 GMT
She looks at him. She taps her chin.
How do you want it done?
She says slipping off her sunglasses and putting them in her jacket pocket. Her hazel eyes look to his.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 28, 2005 0:37:46 GMT
"Oh, anythings fine...If ya want you can even let people know I hired you...Assasins are just oodles of fun to kill..."
*He said, half sarcastic, and half serious. He blew upwards, and the wind caught his hair, causing a few strands to float up.*
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 28, 2005 0:40:40 GMT
She clears her throat.
So this..."fat cat" as you call him what does he look like...other wise it's just a waste of time..agreed?
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 28, 2005 0:44:09 GMT
"Killing? A waste of time? hardly...it's fun to fight people that are a challenge...but yea, hes well...fat and bald. All the info is in this..."
*Lazily he has a small disk fall out of his pocket, and with the most astounding skill and speed he kicks it into her hands, it landing very soft and just right.*
"Yea, so on dorus...and uhh well its in that one mandalorian colony. His names 'hughe Darsha' and he's the hutt for the place...he's hard to miss..."
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 28, 2005 0:47:06 GMT
She takes the disk and sticks it in her briefcase. She smiles.
How are you to pay me? Favor? Credits?
The sun shines down on the two. She slips off her jacket. She then unbuttons the top button of her blouse.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 28, 2005 0:49:49 GMT
*He digs his hands into his pockets and pulls them out. Nothing escapes except for the cloth flaps.*
"Umm...I dont got any- wait...yea, sure, you can have favor"
*He winks at her with the eye exposed from under his hair.*
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 28, 2005 0:53:15 GMT
She smiles. Her fully unbuttons her blouse under which she is wearing a skimpy tank-top.
Alright...a favor sounds good.
She folds her coat and blouse and sticks them in the breifcase. She looks at him.
Let's go to lunch...my treat..alright.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 28, 2005 0:59:52 GMT
*And as if him being suprised that she actually took the favor as payment she goes and almost strips for him. If his hair wasn't covering his eyes she would have seen the buldge out of his head...then he softly thought to himself control yourself, man...be cool He then placed his hand out to help her up.*
"Uhh...so where to?"
*He said, a big smile across his face.*
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 28, 2005 1:03:49 GMT
She stands ignoring his hand. She picks up her briefcase and begins to walk over to one of the local cafes. She turns and looks at the boy, who is still standing there.
Hurry up...
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 28, 2005 1:06:05 GMT
"Pushie...jeeze, you need to lighten up, I mean look at me! I'm havin' the time of my life..."
*He says, placing his hands behind his head, and lazily trotting over to her...*
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 28, 2005 1:10:28 GMT
ooc: G2g
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