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Post by KASPER HARLEQUIN on Apr 11, 2010 21:10:55 GMT -6
It was just too easy. She could infiltrate Earth's atmosphere with just the curl of her finger and the bat of her eyelashes. Well, more than that, but it was completely worth it. Kasper had claimed her vessel full of misfits was caught in battle and needed repair. It was true, but she over dramatized it by saying there was more damage done to the crew during battle than there really was. The exaggerated parts were caused by the lady herself. She just needed a few punching bags and burn victims. And it wasn't like she had any really exciting villainous powers like heightened strength or super intelligence. All she had was the power of persuasion and that seemed to get her by pretty well. Everyone seemed to want her on her own ship that they would do anything for her. Being the perfect mate for everyone had its perks.
She was empathic metamorph and could change her basic personality at will to match the person she was talking with. When there were a boat load of people around, she just fed off the basic wants of all of them and made herself into someone everyone would enjoy. Alone, she was herself, but no one knew who that was. All that anyone should know was that she was manipulative and a rebel of her race and basic rules of the universe. Kasper and her crew go around space, stealing, playing with people, and sometimes killing if the need calls for it. Mostly, she just uses people to get what she wants.
She entered the bar with a huge grin on her face, a glow about her. Of course everyone's eyes turned to her but she ignored each one of their gazes. She wore a completely otherworldy outfit, of course. That could be the reason, but she was also a looker and everyone seemed to think so at least a little. She wasn't perfect, of course, but her pretty face and the personality made everyone think she was when there were even better looking gals in the bar. Kasper was alone right now, the rest of her crew shacking it up in some hotel nearby. She approached the bar and gave the bartender a independent grin and stuck out her chest, the things the man liked in a woman. "Give me your best drink, dollface." She cooed, leaning over. Kasper always used pet names. Another one of her actual personality traits. Of course, he gave it to her on the house, like always. Turning around she started to sway to the music playing, more eyes turning her way.
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Post by louii on Apr 23, 2010 0:37:02 GMT -6
I LIKE YOUR DIRTY MIND [/size][/b][/color] (mine's on it all the time)[/font][/i]  (oh let me shake it shake it)[/font][/i] OH POLAROID IT SHAKE IT[/size][/b][/color] [/center]
The minute Elliot Van Halt woke up, he knew that today would be a really, really bad day. One of those days where from the second you rolled out of bed, things started going wrong. Those blocks of time where every action you committed was followed by something worse. And for Elliot, those kind of days were quite frequent. It wasn't as though he tried to make them happen, they just...did.
Which is where alcohol came in.
The twenty-something year old man shuffled into the packed starfleet bar. After exhausting his alcohol sources in his cabin (the usual 4 shots of vodka, a six pack of xxxx gold) the scientist decided it would be better for him to head down to the local "pisspot" and drown his sorrows in the company of people rather than sit alone in his bed. Maybe find a nice looking girl and see what that leads him too. Or a bar fight. The bar would only be another place added to the large list of places he couldn't already go into. One more wasn't going to make a difference.
With a charming white toothed smile to the barmaid (who returned it with a flirtatious batter of her eyelashes), Elliot pushed himself through the throbbing crowd of noise and up to the rich red wood bar. The tall Australian man gave an inaudible holler to the bartender, but his calls fell on deaf ears. It seems a certain young lady crooning over the benchtop was holding his attention. El gazed between the two and gave a laugh.
The ways women had their way over men were countless.
After the bartender pulled his gaze away from the girl's chest, he served up a slightly warm beer to Elliot and left to probably gossip about his experience to his mates. The scientist leant over on the bar, his posture inviting and welcome but enough to say that he meant business. Ahh yes, the techniques of a womanizer. His coffee brown eyes peered out from under the messy crop of brown hair at the woman who seemed to radiate throughout the room. Her seemingly flawless body began to sway to the beat of the thumping music, making her appeal to the hungry Elliot all the more...appealing.
The music faded off into the distance after a couple of minutes, leaving the lusting science man staring at the contagious woman. With a sparkle in his eye and a confident air about him, Elliot slid closer to her.
"Elephant."
[/color][/font][/i] he breathed into her ear. Looking away, he grinned before turning back with a seductive smile upon his lips. After offering a wink over the brim of his beer bottle, he spoke again. "To break the ice. What's ya name, sweets?"[/color][/font][/i] [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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