Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue][i]No....she wouldn't give up the very core of her Starseed magic. It just wouldn't be right. Jaudiar gazed into Rajaah's eyes....her soul rose softly into her mouth..and she touched a hand to it.....bringing out a sharp daimond-like crystal. It rose into the air, posessed of a life of its own...and gave forth a metallic sound. As soon as it noticed Rajaah, the magic inside of it glowed brightly....black, dark... This thing.... sucked the life out of the air around it....and inside the facets, Rajaah could see his own distorted reflection.[/i] Rajaah: You.....you have a starseed. Jaudiar: Yes. It was cultivated from the gardens of Moonwing. She knew I was coming...and planted it for me. But when it gave a black rose instead of a white one, she despaired. Rajaah: I don't understannd how it lived. It should've failed when you went out. Jaudiar: I took it for my own. They couldn't deny me the right. [i]She raised both hands into the air and snatched it bck down to earth. It struggled breifly, but then disapeared back into her mouth. The sound it gave off quickly was absorbed back into Jaudiar. She smiled breifly...life was so frail. But Starseeds were even worse. Rajaah looked at her, an expression of wonder on his face...he had never beheld one so dark before....[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]I don't know if I'll write anything else. Maybe more of the converstions.....And thank you Mitch. Okay, I've convinced me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [COLOR=purple] She had a sort of sad smile to her face. The way she looked at me was heartbreaking. I gazed into her eyes, and everything was dead. No spark of life, no bubbling laughter that I had come to know and love. When I inquired to her health, she shrugged me off. We sat in silence for a long time, the VCD droning on and on. The words spoken were meaningless, small talk, hardly worthwhile. Her father came over last night. He was both disturbed and strangely depressed. It turns out his marriage to his new wife has been going very badly. His daughter is a mortal enemy of his wife. He has had no job for almost a year now. How they manage to stay out of debt is a marvel. He poured out his story to my mother and father downstairs, while I sat down up here, blaring my music as loud as possible. I didn?t want to know how he was doing, it wasn?t my business. My mother related the story to me when he had left. I sighed. Once again, I was exceptionally thankful that my life was so less complicated. My parents were madly in love with each other, I talked to my mother, my father had a job. My life was so fortunate compared to Eve?s. It made me wonder exactly what I had done to deserve all of this. Afterwards, I slipped away to my room. I shut the door and crawled into bed. As soon as the covers touched my face, I was gone. Dreaming. Eve and I were standing in a huge quiet forest. The trees grew tall above us, and when we looked up, I could see him. He was watching me and I was watching him. My close friend wandered off while I continued to look upwards. The Elf was handsome, dark skinned, and had long black hair. When he nodded his head to me, he reached out a hand. I turned to look for Eve, when I realized that she was staring back at me. That look on her face was painful. She was jealous. Once again, I had snagged myself a man without any thought of her. I kicked myself and looked up to the Elf apologetically. I sighed, he was gone, just like I had expected. Part of me was immensely relieved, part of me was brokenhearted. I could?ve had him for my own. But Eve got in the way again. Damn her. No... It?s me. All me..[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]When Liam awoke for the second time, he saw Rae asleep in a chair....the whole room was dark, but there was a scent in the air...it was tempting, and elusive at the same time. He looked up and found himself staring into large crimson eyes. Jaudiar Sevenstar was looking down at him, smiling softly. He inhaled slowly...the scent was plumaria, and it gave him a heady feeling...[/i] Jaudiar: Pizaro and I have worked through our differences while you slept. Liam: What about Rae? Jaudiar: Oh she's fine, just a bit banged up... Liam: Who are you working for. Tell me please... Jaudiar: I am an agent of the SYF. Before this, I was an assasin for the Triad. They were lead by Adrien...who received his orders from someone who's name I do not know...As the Hellcat, I killed enough. When I came back to see my uncle...he convinced me to stop. Liam: ....oh. Okay then. Jaudiar: I'm sorry you had to go through this, I should've come around sooner. Liam: You smell nice. Jaudiar: It's a Jaudiar thing. [i]She winked at him, then touched the back of her hand to his cheek....Liam relaxed completely. Her skin was soft...gentle, and it slowly made him drift back to sleep....[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Far away from the worries of Karina, Valen, and the others....Jaudiar and Rajaah stood still. On the cliffs of Turn, the two were waiting for a sign...the moon was rising into the sky, filling the area around them with a quiet humming. Rajaah turned to Jaudiar, a strange look upon his face.[/i] Rajaah: Why do you embrace the darkness? Jaudiar: My sister is Ananda, the Sevenstared lady of Elbereth. She is joy, happiness, hope...everything I am not. I am darkness, shadow, and chaos. Why do you think I love this? Lingh Redeyes is despair, fear, everything the wolf shows. Rajaah: And yet you still cling to your honor... Jaudiar: She told me to. And I will. Rajaah: ....you are more complex than you know. Jaudiar: Thank you Rajaah. Do you ever wish you were in another time and place? Rajaah: ....no. [i]She searched his eyes with her own. The magic took control again, reducing him to complete subservience. Jaudiar smiled thinly. She might have her honor, and everything else....and then there was Rajaah. As to why she kept him...she does not wish to understand. She could easily order him to impale himself, but where would the fun be in that?[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]From the sycamore trees, the sorcerous duo watched the werewolf slinking away....Jaudiar fingered the snake head of her staff quietly....she had a mind to blast it into the midnight sky...but it wouldn't exactly be fair. Rajaah touched her hand, shaking his head quickly. She grimaced and released her death grip on it. The two continued to observe the werewolf...who was whining softly to herself...and wishing she was dead.[/i] Jaudiar: ....give me five seconds alone with her. Rajaah: *whisper* Don't. The others will come. Jaudiar: Try and stop me. Spirit of Galeigh, Lingh Redeyes, Prince of the lands beyond,,, Come to my aid, Be one with the soul. [i]A soft song began...silently grazing through the bushes, whispering through the trees, shaking the leaves of flowers...the werewolf's ears pricked and she looked around fearfully. There was a strange presence, following her...and she whirled around. Two immense red eyes were boring into hers, and she yelped. A fully grown Galeigh wolf stepped into the moonlight, head raised, black coat shinning....his voice rumbled softly and the song ended. Riona was terrified....and stood stock still.[/i] Jaudiar: Don't kill her....take her for a run. Lingh: ....I will. [i]He bared his fangs, then wrinkled his nose at her...then he brushed around her body, inhaling her scent.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]His hands echoed dully in the air...Riona was gasping for air..the words spoken drove her to tears....and froze her soul...[/i] Jaudiar: Have a nice day. Rajaah: *bows* [i]The rose in the ground flickered white, then disapeared...along with Jaudiar and Rajaah. The scent was gone, but the words of the song chased themselves endlessly through Rion's mind...[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]A black rose landed between Riona's feet...and she looked down.....dark smoke rose from the petals, a scent playing in the air. She choked and gasped for air...something was wrong.[/i] Jaudiar: So...this is your forest? Riona: ....who........are you? Rajaah: She is the Lady Jaudiar of Turn. Dark Sorceress of the Sevenstar clan. Riona: I don't- Jaudiar: Be still. Or suffer at my hands. [i]Before she could open her mouth, Jaudiar's form was uncloaked...and the staff in her hand shimmered. The light from her body was both dark and terrible...filling the area around her with a moonlight that did not exist. Rajaah drew his own blades and waited. Riona waited for her to move. This was both new and different. Jaudiar's voice raised in a song of death. It was both sweet and painful at the same time. Each word that was spoken seemed to drive Riona backwards into the ground...[/i] Rajaah: .....hm. Jaudair: Tantalar, Uthwine, Effratha, Gorgjeana. Riona: Stop it! Valen: ....she's back. [i]The girl screamed aloud and Jaudiar stopped her song abruptly. Her point had been made. The glow of her staff dimmed and she dropped her outstretcched hand.[/i] ~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [cOLOR=purple]Edit: Okay, is that better?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The two phased out of being again....Kain turned around, there was a scent in the air. It was sweet and cloying, a choking smell. The first thing he saw was pale skin, rose eyes, and long robes. The next was a tall figure behind her, silent and watching. She stepped forward into the light of the dead end moon. Kain paused.[/i] Jaudiar: Hello Kain. It's been awhile. Kain: ...do I know you...? Jaudiar: Your shell does not, but you do. [i]Her eyes opened wide, then narrowed....the demon inside of Kain writhed and shrieked with pleasure...he remembered her. She leaned back and let the light reflect off of her body, covering her with a glow. Rajaah looked down at her, she shimmered...and smiled again. Kain regained control and grimaced, the way she looked at him was paralyzing.[/i] Rajaah: Enjoying yourself Jaudiar? Jaudiar: Terribly. I'm afraid it's sinful. Rajaah: Sinful.....pah. Kain: What do you want? Jaudiar: What made you think I wanted anything? Or are all of your kind so presumptous? Kain: We are not. [i]The grinding of his teeth served to further prove is words...and she backed off slightly. Although she knew her power was enough to contend with him, she was not going to waste it.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Hellcat cocked one eyebrow...this was interesting. Man whispering in girls ear. Girl occupied with somebody else. Other man pissed at first man..... Heh, the stuff bar fights are made of. Looks like fun. Moving like she was made to, she sauntered up to him and laced one arm around his...smiling up to him.[/i] Fox: Um.... Angel: *turns* Anyways- Jaudiar: *whisper* Do you like bar fights? Fox: ....no. Jaudiar: Then I suggest leaving your friend alone until later. Fox: But- Jaudiar: ....mhmm...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She grimaced, she had forgotten about the needle.....she checked the area it was injected into....bright blue. Not good. Tarlain swore quietly in Laporin...Abob cocked one eyebrow.[/i] Abob: What? Tarlain: I forgot about the inhibitor. Got anything to take it out? Abob: Now isn't the best time.... Tarlain: In 1 hour, it has to come out. Abob: That would be better. [i]Unconciously, she rubbed the infected area, fervently offering up prayer to Jah at the same time.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Fong: Lovely. Jaudiar: *posses* Isn't it though? Thanks a bunch. Fong: And the daggars? [i]She turned around and flipped two silver blades in the air, catching both by the hilts. Then she tipped them back into their sheaths and smiled happily....she hadn't felt this good in a very long time. Fong's eyes spoke volumes to her....and she responded. Time went by...... Jaudiar stood and walked out the door, waving goodbye to her long time mentor over her shoulder. He watched her go....she had grown far faster than she should have. It wasn't fair.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Marrow: Once again, I feel totally inadequate. Shadowcat: Don't worry...we all should. Beast: At this point anyways. Marrow: You know....We could just slash our wrists now and be rid of this problem once and for all...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]There was a pause, then the sound of knuckles cracking. Pizaro turned around, and found himself staring directly into the dark rose eyes of Hellcat. She smiled thinly....the bile rising in her throat.[/i] Pizaro: Hellcat....you've returned. Liam: !!! Jaudiar: Yes I have. Hello again. It's been quite awhile. Pizaro: Still Adrien's *****? [i]Her temper flared up, but she contained it and drew her fingers across the side of her face...[/i] Jaudiar: No. I killed him. Pizaro: What a shame. He was a good old bastård. In his own special way. Jaudiar: Mhmm. [i]The laugh that came from her mouth was hollow, it didn't do justice to her true feelings...but it did serve to frighten him a bit. She stepped closer, nearly touching him, eyes blazing red.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Thanks. I'll post the rest tomorrow. And I will most likely come up with more of the story...probably develop it. I have alot more to tell, but I'm not sure if I should yet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~`[/COLOR] [COLOR=purple]?Hey Grace.? Here we go again. ?Yeah?? ?Are you okay with the whole ... you know, problem thing?? [i]?You have an eating disorder. You are killing yourself! You think you?ve got it under your control, but it is controlling you. In your search for acceptance, you are going to change the way God made you. Hurting me in the process, breaking my soul into separate strands. I want to hold you in my arms like a baby and rock you, and love you like your parents do not. But how do I do it?[/i] I think you are absolutely beautiful the way you are. Don?t change a thing.? ?Don?t lie to me.? ?I?m not! I think you are perfect.? ?I?m fat.? ?No you aren?t. If you?re fat, I?m an anorexic toothpick, doomed to die a slow and painful death.? Hint hint. Eve laughed. If there was one thing I could do, it was make her laugh. ?Thanks Grace.? ?Does this mean you?re going to stop?? ?No.? ?[i]Dammit.[/i] Oh. Well, what are you going to do? Keep it up until you?re skinnier than a rail?? ?Sure. That?s what you look like.? I do? The last time I checked, I was a steady 120 lb., 5?7?, and perfectly happy with the way I was. Sure I had gained some weight from all the dancing at school, but that was muscle, not fat. ?Oh. Then I?m sure you?ll have a heart attack when I tell you my jean size.? ?Try me.? She gave me that look. The look I hate. The look that says, ?Talk or I?ll kick you.? ?Nine.? Her turn to let her jaw go into free fall. ?Get outta here! There is no way you can be that fat.? FAT?!? Now I really wanna kick you. ?Allow me to prove it.? I stood up, lifted my shirt above my stomach and demonstrated the jeans waistband. Size Nine. Slightly loose, but still perfect. Eve prodded my waist, still not believing me. Then she sighed and crossed her arms. ?Fine, you win.? ?Does this mean you?re satisfied?? ?Nope. I?m going to fit into a size six when I?m done.? Okay. Great. I?ll go call the mortician, you wait here. ?Please don?t do this.? ?I have to. I have to look different.? I was on the verge of breaking. But I didn?t. Through some sort of self control, I kept myself together. ?Go ahead then. I can?t tell you what to do. But I can tell you this. I will always stick with you, even if you don?t want me to.? ?Thanks Grace.? She?s looking at me. Her eyes are shinning, and I?m feeling better already. ?You?re welcome. And if you ever wanna just talk about nothing interesting, you know my number.? ?Sure thing.? She laughed again. My mom is still working on that plan to help her. And I?m still working on the healing part. But as long as I know there?s somebody in control that knows exactly what they?re doing, I feel. I feel. Oh hell, I don?t know. Should I? ?Hey Eve.? I sat down on the couch next to her. ?Yo. How?s it going?? Is this another one of those trick questions? ?Could be worse. I?m tired. But enough about my exciting life. How are you doing?? I look into her eyes, hopping to see a change. Yeah right. She looked back, then looked away again. ?It?s been better. The guy I told you about-? ?Angelo?? ?Yeah, he?s got another girlfriend.? Even though she was trying to play it off, it was obvious that she was hurt. I sighed inwardly, this was the last thing she needed. ?I?m sorry Eve. I really am.? I meant it. ?So, seen any other cute guys lately?? She tried to sound hopeful. And failed miserably. ?Well, there was that one guy... But it turns out he?s gay. And there was this other guy, say, do you like white men?? The look she gave me would?ve frozen hell over. ?Okay, never mind then. No. No cute guys that aren?t taken.? Oo, nice going Grace. ?Are you sure?? ?Yes.? I said it, and I was not lying. ?Oh well. I?ll keep looking.? I nodded, not really paying attention. Why couldn?t she just drop this whole boy friend thing!?!? Why did she have to insist on finding ?true love? while she was still a junior in high school? ?Eve. You?re looking for love in all the wrong places.? She stared. ?You sound like your mom.? ?So what if I do? I mean it. I?m sorry to be so blunt, but you really are. And if you even find somebody, it?s not like you can marry him legally. You?d just stick around until he left. Or you left. Or your parents found out.? Her temper flared at that last one. ?Fück my parents! I don?t care about them finding out! See if I care.? I winced. Her words bit into me like a double edged blade. She saw the hurt in my eyes and looked away. ?I?m sorry you feel that way.? We sat in silence for another five minutes. Simply breathing. Inhale, Exhale. Then she sat up, and walked away. I was dismissed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The door to Fong's Chinese Artifacts opened easily. The windblown female stepped inside and quickly shut the door behind her. The man behind the counter smiled and held out a cup of tea. Jaudiar stumbled forward and sat down, accepting it gratefully. Between gulps, she relayed the information she had collected. Fong nodded sagely, he already knew.[/i] Jaudiar: And that's all I've gotten so far Uncle Fong. Fong: And what are your plans? Jaudiar: I don't know quite yet. Normally I would go right after this man, but why bother? There's only going to be another six thousand on his tail. Do you have anything else for me to do right now? Fong: Adrien's been quiet. You musta cleaned up everything he had planned. Jaudiar: So sue me. [i]The elderly Chinese man chuckled. She was the same as ever. Sardonic, sarcastic, saturnine....everything he had raised her to be. Jaudiar tilted her head to one side, then held out her hand. Fong reached under the counter, then slapped down the box. She picked it up and disapeared into the back room.... He watched her retreating backside....she had matured well. Much better than he had expected. Jaudiar flicked the clasps on the sides and the box opened slowly...revealing the black leather and silver jewelry that had been promised to her. With the art of one who has long practiced, she pulled on the pants...lacing up the sides slowly. Then the shirt...both tight fitting and perfect.... Two gauntlets on each arm, a gorget around the neck, and the silver earings that had tormented her since Kayas's death. She slammed the box down and closed it.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Half way out the door she stopped, and turned around. Abob sighed and crossed his arms. Tarlain ruefully pulled the tunic on and slammed the door behind her. The two quickly moved to the turbolift and headed down the stairs...just in time to see two gaurds move in front of the exit.[/i] Tarlain: Perfect. Abob: *raises gun* Tarlain: Hold it. [i]She placed a hand on his arm and shook her head. Then, while Abob watched her disbelievingly, she sauntered up to the two men, every curve displaying itself. With a single look into their eyes, they stepped back and let them walk through.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Blood Red Moon Intertwined with white and yellow, She closes her eyes and smiles, But when they open again, The merciless world rushes back on her. Her mother gazes from behind an upraised hand, And the father always asks what?s wrong, Mother is angry that she?s not the same, And doesn?t mind being so different. Uncaring that they notice her, She continues with her life, And if she thinks about what love is like, Something wonderful might happen. She looks upwards to see the blood red moon, Eyes dreaming of what her future will be, A rain of pleasure pours down, Carrying sweet scents and soft thoughts to her...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She silently slipped away, praying that Adrien's mangled corpse would go unfound until much later. The Hellcat had snapped....and let everything loose. Padding down the hallway, she waited until there was no more movenent. Then she leapt through the doors, killing both guards in the process...once she was outside, she landed in a crouching position...waiting. Then she took off at a quick lope, conserving her energy for later. Then she suddenly remembered something....and flicked her left earing... There was a crackling noise, then she heard Adam's breathing.[/i] Jaudiar: Adam. Adam: Where are you?!?!? Jaudiar: I'm coming. Is Liam okay? Adam: I've lost him. Jaudiar: Fück. I can't leave you people alone for one second, can I? Adam: This is serious! Don't joke about it. Jaudiar: And Rae? Adam: I'm not sure. Jaudiar: I've had it. Hellcat out. [i]She ripped the earing out, disregarding the blood that began to flow freely. She would heal later...when this was over.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=purple]My heart broke that night. But she didn?t notice. I said bye and walked her to the door. As soon as it shut, I raced back upstairs to slam the door and crank up the radio. The sounds of Sixpence slowly brought my rational thoughts back into place. I collected the bits and pieces of me that had scattered to the four winds... Slowly, part by part, I placed each memory and dream back into their original parts. The bulimia I left on the outside. I couldn?t handle it. ?Grace?? My mom knocked on the door gently. ?Leave me alone.? I wasn?t feeling like a gentle, quiet, ?let?s work through this? conversation. ?Is Eve okay?? Ha ha ha. Very funny. ?She has bulimia. Do you know what to do?? ?Oh baby.? She sat down on the edge of my bed, oblivious to the music in the background. ?I?ll think about this. Are you...? ?I?m okay. I guess. It hurts. And my heart breaks for her. But I won?t do anything that?ll hurt her. She?s not ready for it.? ?I understand.? [i]?Oh, do you??[/i] ?Good night mom.? She left. Leaving my rational mind, I let go of my control and let my mind go into what it had been begging for. My heart screamed in agony, and so did I. Silently. Every memory of Eve bubbled to the surface, begging to be held and rocked, and comforted. She wanted love so badly, and I couldn?t satisfy her needs. I was a failure at being a friend. Kill me now. Tear me to pieces and separate them forever. That way, the pain will go away. For some strange reason, the song I was listening to simply knocked me back into the ground. It held me down and comforted me like I couldn?t do for Eve. ?When the world looses it?s luster, When you?re feeling sad and lonely, When you need someone to be there in your time of need... You can turn your eyes to the heavens, The creator?s watching over, His arms of love to hold you and draw you near.? I sighed. The pain was quieting down again. I felt better. But not the way I could before. Would the pain leave? I doubt it. Would I get used to it? God willing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]This is a true story. Every word that is written has been spoken into being. And these words burn themselves into my mind. Because I still don't know the ending. ~~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [COLOR=purple]A story about life, love, and bulimia. ?God I need a boyfriend.? Eve complained. [i]?You need more than that,?[/i]Grace thought to herself. Her friend was pleasant enough, with a happy face and a curvy sort of body. On the other hand, there was her; tall, slender, and viewed by many as, well, fortunate looking. Grace couldn?t help but feel sorry for Eve, but hey, there?s no getting around appearances. ?Well, do you think I need a boyfriend?? Grace hesitated to reply. She could be honest, but Eve would probably cry or slap her. Then again, she could lie and make her feel good about herself. Grace weighed the two in her mind... ?It depends. What are your choices?? Ah, home safe... ?I go to a Christian school honey. What do you think?? ?Um...? Nobody.? ?Exactly. There?s always the guys at work, but they probably get laid every other night.? [i]?Oh of course. Take the cynical view Eve! That is so predictable of you.[/i] I think you should just sit back and let your life work itself out. That?s what I do.? ?Yeah, but you could probably wrap any one of them around your finger if you wanted to.? Eve was hurt, and Grace could tell. ?Naw, I?m not like that. I?d pick one and play mind games with him until he cried for mercy.? ?Gee, thanks! I feel better now.? Oops. Big foot pushed deep into mouth. If a single word could describe Grace?s face, it would be this; pathetic. Grace stood up, trying to look less tall. Then she waved goodbye and walked out the door. As soon as she was in the fresh air again she sucked in a huge gulp of air and exhaled for a long time. The oxygen in Eve?s house was mostly carbon monoxide, or something of that sort. [i]?I wish there was something I could do about her.?[/i] Eve was 17. Parents out of work, daughter slogging away at school and waitress job. There was nothing she could do to get out of those problems, so she made it worse. Already tormented by the cruel comments from her step mother, she turned to bulimia. What better way to loose weight and make her self esteem go through the roof? Why couldn?t she be like Grace? Fearless in the face of men, with the body to back it up. But no, there was none of that for her. A real mother didn?t exist, as far as she was concerned. And as for the father... Let?s just avoid that subject all together. There?s nothing to tell. So of course, she had to gain some control over the situation. I went to her house once at night. As soon as I got near the bathroom, I knew something was wrong. The smell wasn?t the same as it was before and when I looked into her face, it snapped into place. Her cheeks were red and looked blotchy. Retching. Another giveaway, her bra size was dropping, it didn?t take a guy to figure that one out. And the straw that broke the camel?s back. She told me so one day. We were sitting down in my room, watching ?Return to Me.? As usual, neither of us were paying any attention. ?Hi Grace. Did I tell you about my little problem with food?? Jaw goes into free fall. Thank god she?s not looking at me. ?I beg your pardon?? ?I have bulimia. But don?t worry about it, at least until I?m in the hospital. Then you can worry about it.? [i]?Well, I?m sorry darling, but it?s a bit late for that one.[/i] So what does this mean? I let you go on with this and well ---? ?It means, don?t worry. Really! I?ve got this under control.? The tears started right about then. They fell thick and fast. When Grace?s eyesight returned, her hands were dripping, and Eve hadn?t noticed. The dialogue in the movie was rushing along. It was as if time had stood still. We were standing on a cusp in the universe. Everything whirled around us while her words lingered between comprehension and complete revulsion. No. It couldn?t be real. Not Eve. Not the happy, bouncy girl she had known since kindergarten. It wasn?t fair. It just wasn?t fair. ?Hey Grace.? ?Unhuh?? ?Promise not to tell?? Her back was still facing me. I closed my eyes and struggled to breathe. ?No Eve. I won?t promise. I will not tell anyone that would use this against you. I promise that. Your family will not hear it from me.? ?Okay.? We turned and continued with the movie. It was as if it had never happened. My eyes were dry and clear. I couldn?t tell what she was thinking anymore. We used to be able to kythe with each other. I would look into her eyes and she would look into mine. Every thought we possessed would pass back and forth until we were completely together. But when I looked at her again, it was like staring at a stone wall. No chinks in the mortar. No way to break through.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=seagreen][i]Her lips parted slightly...then she winked and stood up languidly....Tarlain calmly placed her hand on Abob's shirt and dragged him back to the turbolift....ignoring the open mouthed stares of several people. As soon as they were out of earshot, she removed her hand and gave him a look that would've frozen both suns.[/i] Tarlain: I suppose those were your contacts? Abob: Key word, [b]were[/b]. Tarlain: Unhuh...*nods* Lovely. You Chiss never do anything small, do you? [i]She turned and slapped her hand against the side of the turbolift....and the two went back to the 26th floor. Once they were inside the room, she sat down on the bed and watched him. There was something wrong....but she wouldn't press the matter.[/i] Tarlain: Are you really curious about the needle? Abob: Yes. Tarlain: It's a cranial inhibitor. Without it in my system, the implants would take over completely. Abob: Why don't you have it all the time? Tarlain: If I did...the implants would die, and then again....I would too. I need to take it out within the next 12 hours....and the white wine was the catalyst. Abob: Ah, right. How often do you have to...do that? Tarlain: Once a month...more if I use my implants for serious fighting.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She closed her eyes and sighed....life had just gotten worse. Tarlain leaned back with a wrist flung across her forehead....this pain was something different. Worse than before. Getting a grip on herself, she stood up and slithered into her tunic, then she exited the room and turned the lock quietly. With her eyes focused and her hands clasped together behind her back, she walked downstairs and into the crowded, noisy bar. The smoky atmosphere nearly made her turn back, but she reminded herself why she was here and continued. Several heads turned and looked in her direction, but she paid them no heed. Marx watched her move. There was something about her that he just couldn't place.....[/i] Tarlain: ....yes? Marx: Is there something wrong? Tarlain: Can you tell me where my friend went? Marx: Friend...? That hard åss is your friend? Tarlain: Just answer the question. Marx: *gestured* Sorry, don't really know. Tarlain: Mhm...well in that case, I'll take some white wine. If you have any. Marx: ....sure we do. [i]He set a glass in front of her then held out his hand. She winked and dropped the required amount into his waiting palm. Marx smiled....and she sipped her drink quietly. Some time later......[/i] Marx: Are you going to sit there all night? Tarlain: Why should you complain? I've only paid for my drink. Marx: I would expect you to have more than just one...in the space of 5 hours. Tarlain: Well, if you want me to leave...I will. Marx: I didn't say that. Random Alien: Hey! Tarlain: *smirk*[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]If looks could kill, Tarlain would've dropped dead, right there on the doorstep. She smiled sweetly in return, then deftly tossed her backpack onto the only bed in the room. Then, with a quick movement, she landed next to it, legs crossed hands folded in her lap.[/i] Abob: I should.... Tarlain: Sleep on the floor? [i]Without further insult, she opened her bag and pulled out a small case. Abob snarled, but didn't do anything to antagonize her. Yet. He shot a look in her direction and his jaw went into free fall. In complete compliance with her true nature, she was back to bikini and bare skin....tunic folded neatly beside her. She looked up, a smile hovering about her face.[/i] Tarlain: Yes? Abob: *clears throat* You realize that you will be putting real clothes on again when we're out in public. Tarlain: Don't be an idiot. Of course I'm going to. [i]She unzipped the case deftly and pulled out something Abob couldn't identify.....then she silently tapped the side. A long thin needle appeared out of the front. She inserted it into her skin and bit her lip. Then she quickly twisted the top and the needle disapeared beneath her epidermis completely. Then she closed the case and set it down on the floor.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Meet up with me at Mars Etarah. The Hellcat would like to sharpen her claws a bit. ~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [COLOR=purple][i]With the movements of a cat, Jaudiar sauntered out of the bar, leaving the mess to the biker and his pals. As soon as she was out in the street again, she strapped on her backpack and took off at a light lope, headed north...again. Her phone blipped and she deftly flipped it open.[/i] Jaudiar: Hellcat here. ????: Are you coming? Jaudiar: Of course. Keep the light on for me. ????: Yes....good. [i]She closed it with her left hand and stuffed it back in her bag...still moving with a quick one two step....[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=seagreen]Rajaah: ....you left him with a rose? Jaudiar: He won't touch it. Rajaah: What now? [i]She picked at her nails, then looked back up at him, smiling that cold cruel smile....Rajaah shivered. That way she gazed at him, still froze his marrow to the core. Her voice softly moving him, her fingers plucking at his mind.....delicatley, so gently in fact...he had no idea until she was through...[/i] Rajaah: Do you really have to...? Jaudiar: So sorry....I just couldn't resist. [i]She bowed to him mockingly, the hem of her gown brushing the floor. Her fingers formed the symbol of life again, then stopped.....something had just arrested her attention... Rajaah closed his eyes and smiled.[/i][/COLOR]