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Bearbeitet von Chesh I Guess:
5/5/2016 11:24:55 PM
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[b][i]Pit Stop[/i][/b]
[b][u]The Jolly Undertaker, Docking Bay[/u][/b]
[b]Nikki settles into the comfort of her ship's sleeping quarters. She lays with the covers off, in simple white pants and a tank-top that reveals her stomach. She had nice curves, and even some muscle... But nothing overbearing to make her look like a block of muscle or the nineteenth letter of the alphabet.[/b]
https://imgur.com/a/vbfvE
[b]She sighs, taking a sip from a medical ration juice pouch. It tasted like fruit punch... Or at least it was supposed to. Modern medicine certainly made the healing process twice as fast and far less painful. Most of her wounds were gone and the ones that were left were unnoticeable. It paid to have an expensive med-bay. Her ship lay dormant in the east side of the hangar, open. She didn't have anything worth stealing, except maybe her organs, but those weren't going anywhere. Plus, she was to lazy to move from her spot and close the ramp. Her hair lay scattered amongst her white pillow, the blonde color glimmering in the light. It was good to be back, and now she could actually look for some jobs around the ship. She could use some work... But not now... Now she was just content to relax.[/b]
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=23Rb4HZSXNY
[spoiler]Closed.[/spoiler]
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[i]"Boring sucks... Simple doesn't."[/i] [b]She lays back once more, glad to be in the comfort of her bed.[/b] [i]"For a guy, you are only extremely irritating... Not completely."[/i] [b]She says matter of factly.[/b]
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[i] He shrugs.[/i] "Well, that's Ian Shaw for you. Take it or leave it." [i] He says with a half smile.[/i] "You like simple?" [i] He says questioning, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets.[/i]
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[i]"Yeah..."[/i] [b]She throws him a glance, concerned about what he was thinking.[/b]
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[i] He throws her a sideways glance.[/i] "No need to look so alarmed."
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[i]"Okay... Okay. What?"[/i] [b]She narrows her eyes at him instead.[/b]
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"What?" [i] He throws back at her.[/i] "Just a simple question."
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[i]"Yeah... I guess I prefer simple. I mean, I like complex engineering and crafting... But that's because it comes with the hobby. Work and people wise... Simple is just easier to handle..."[/i]
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"Yeah..I get what you mean." [i] He says quietly, his shimmering eyes in thought.[/i]
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[i]"Something on your mind?"[/i] [b]She asks, tilting her head and letting her blonde hair slip over her back.[/b]
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"Yeah, but it's nothing simple. You wouldn't be interested." [i]He says with a sly grin, his eyes twinkling in amusement.[/i]
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[i]"Probably not..."[/i] [b]She props her head up in her arm, her eyes drifting off into gentle thought.[/b]
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"And what are you thinking about?" [i] He reciprocates, his eyes glancing her face over, studying her thoughtful look.[/i]
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[i]"Who knows? Probably hurting orphans."[/i] [b]She says with a straight face, but the joke was laid out clear as day.[/b]
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"No.. Seriously. What goes on in your head?" [i] He asks, shifting to where his body faced her from the edge of the bed and his eyes found hers. Even though his eyes were youthful and happy for the most part; his eyes had a way of making her feel that she was being stared straight through.. And that shimmering gaze was dissecting her thoughts as if he already knew them.[/i]
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[i]"Uhm, buy a girl a drink first...?"[/i] [b]She comments, not really a request but as a sarcastic redundancy.[/b] [i]"I like to keep the private... Private."[/i]
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[i] Even though he knew she was being sarcastic, he still had to be the joker he was. He reaches into his hoodie pockets and pulls out a bottle of vodka, and a bottle of wine.[/i] "Take your pick Madam." [i]He says with a chuckle.[/i]
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[i]"I'm seventeen, Ian... And I don't like alcohol."[/i] [b]She grumbles something else inaudible and rolls onto her stomach.[/b]
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Bearbeitet von Will: 5/3/2016 1:29:35 AM" 'Tis a joke, 'Tis a joke." [i] He says, replacing them and standing up off the bed.[/i] "I'll get out of your hair then." [i] He says simply. Not sounding disappointed to leave, nor eager. Just a matter of fact. Kid had a good poker face.[/i]
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[i]"C'ya..."[/i] [b]She makes no motion to a farewell. She didn't mind Ian as much, but she still didn't really care for company. She'd rest up a little more and get back to work soon.[/b]
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"Need anything, just let me know." [i] Ian says softly, giving a wave over his back as he started away.[/i]
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[i]"Yeah... I certainly won't forget that on purpose."[/i] [b]She replies, seemingly amused.[/b]
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"Yes, because obviously my services are invaluable to you." [i] He says with a chuckle as he reaches the door.[/i] "Catch ya later Nikki."
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[i]"Yeah, sure."[/i] [b]She shrugs him off and wraps herself in her covers, watching the Undertaker lurch slowly from her viewport window.[/b]
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[i] He exits the room, shutting the door behind him. [/i]
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[spoiler]End Scenario[/spoiler]
