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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 13, 2011 20:13:46 GMT -5
A small unassuming apartment building is nestled within the "entertainment district" of Courscant. The building is owned by Parjai Daala. The first floor is her office, the second and third floor are her opulent personal quarters. Please use the security com system if you care to conduct business with her.
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 15, 2011 17:50:16 GMT -5
Parjai dresses in her typical black hip hugger rancor skinned pants, black heeled boots, corset, and black cropped jacket. Leaving her weapons at home, she slides her identification and cred stick into her front pocket.. Walking out the door, she turns on her limp and heads out for the evening.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 17, 2011 20:59:29 GMT -5
Walking back to ParJai's apartment with her in arm, Jensen cant help but see that she has top level security for such an unassuming building, typical Mando move to not draw too much attention. "I see you're moving up in the world PJ, still playing off the limp well I see."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 17, 2011 21:07:16 GMT -5
PJ looks at Jensen, non plussed. "You know me, it works." Using the palm lock, eye scan, she hears the door open and limps in. Watching Jensen come in, she slips off her coat, and walks up the steps to her living quarters normally. "Jensen, you can come up if you like." Opening the door, she walks in to her finely appointed living room. Draping the coat over the hook, she turns to look at him. "Never allow everyone to see past the facade. Thus the beskar'gam!"
She checks her messages and smiles at Jensen, "Well the old man knows when we are speaking about him." She holds up the house com and a plays a secured message from ba'buir. A passel of Mando'a curse words flows from the com. "AND GET YOUR SHEBS HERE NOW!", is the only thing that is legible. "I think he wants a visit from us!"
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 17, 2011 21:21:08 GMT -5
"That man knows everything, doesn't he?" Jensen says going inside before the security door slams shut. He taps it to give it a test, realizing just how literal she took the term "spare no expense a new meaning. "I wonder if he has the place bugged?"
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 17, 2011 21:25:42 GMT -5
"Sometimes I think he does! No I set this place up to my specs. He has never been here." Walking towards him, she hips move almost on their own. "Now, why are you on this pit of a planet? I am almost intrigued." PJ slips off her boots and looks up at Jensen. Picking up a remote, she presses a button. As soft music flows around the room from hidden speakers, she puts her heeled boots next to the sofa.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 17, 2011 21:52:00 GMT -5
"Like I said, I needed a drink." Jensen replies as he looks at ParJai, enjoying the view -- before the thought of her grandfather gutting him like a howlrunner enters his mind. "Closest pit to get one, good thing I showed up when I did."
Jensen looks around the place and listens to the soft music, he knows he's falling into a trap. Picking up some random object off the table, Jensen give his surroundings a good look over. Already he can spot six places to hide a weapon in the room, which are probably already filled with weapons of their own. Still listening to the music, Jensen looks for the bar. "Where's the ne'tra gal in this place?
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 17, 2011 22:00:30 GMT -5
"In the kitchen, where do you keep it?" PJ runs up the steps and slides out of her top, pants, and undergarments. Slipping on shimmer silk pants and top. Walking down the steps, she looks at Jensen. "There are 14 places to hide weapons in here, if you where wondering." Taking a seat on the sofa, she curls her feet under her shebs.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 17, 2011 22:11:45 GMT -5
Jensen cant help think "Daaaaaaamn" at how many weapons spots there are as he walks to the kitchen. "I don't know, maybe a spiffy little bar? You always had one stocked in your quarters on Corulag."
He walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge, grabbing two bottles. He walks back in the room, tosses one to ParJai and takes off his helmet so he can enjoy his. "I take it you've been keeping yourself busy since we last saw each other, and doing well I see."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 17, 2011 22:21:30 GMT -5
Grabbing the bottle in mid air, she pops it open with her thumb. Taking a long slip, she swallows and looks at him, "I am just a humble business woman making my way across the galaxy." Giving him a yuck look about Corulag. "Let's not go into that because A: those where not MY quarters, and B: you know about 'A'!" Tossing her hair up in a chignon, her face is freshly scrubbed and devoid of make up. "Why was it good thing you showed up 'Black Jack's, Jensen. Scared of the little lady coming towards you?? ORRRRRRRRRRRRR where you scared I would throw off your game?"
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 18, 2011 0:00:36 GMT -5
"Scared, why would I be scared?" Jensen says as he goes and sits on the couch near ParJai, he removes his helmet and pops open the bottle of Mandalorian black ale to take a drink. He looks over at the Acklay skull on the wall and smiles. "You what they say, 'Vod before whores'."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 18, 2011 9:26:32 GMT -5
PJ looks at him getting comfortable. "You above all others know me best. Jensen, I am shocked to hear you speak like that about a dala, knowing your reputation." Sipping her black ale, she gives him a side long glance. Adjusting her shimmer silk top, she looks about her living room at the fourteen places she has weapons hidden.
"Jensen, are you feeling a little leery being here? Last time we where sitting this close, ba'buir had to come in and slap both our heads."
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 18, 2011 14:39:19 GMT -5
"Stop being so literal, PJ. You're far from a whore and you know it" Jensen says with a grin, its still there until ParJai mentioned the last time they were together, before he had married Ta'rah, and they were still dumb kids.
"I might be as crazy a Mando as they come but this is one di'kut that will never cross that old man." Jensen says in jest and truth as he watches ParJai adjust her top with a wanting gaze, the years did her justice and he knows it. "Trust me, if you heard what he said to me later in private after that slap, you'd understand why I like my family jewels not ground into dust."
The mere mention of the possible crushing of his testicles via Ba'buir's crushgaunts causes him to wince slightly and shift in his seat. Looking at PJ and taking another long draw off the bottle of black ale, Jensen wonders if the place really is bugged by the old man. "I kinda curious how the old man knows that I got back in town?"
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 18, 2011 19:33:59 GMT -5
"You know that crazy old man, he knows all. I would check your ship, he most likely has a homing beacon on it. And if you got the same talk I did after the slap......" PJ sips her ale and looks at him. "I know I am not scared of him, can't be. He taught me to never fear anyone."
Walking to the kitchen she grabs two large bottled waters and walks back out to the living room. "Jensen, why do you want to see the old man again?" Sitting the waters on a table, she picks up his buy'ce. Looking through it, she notices the HUD is off. Tinkering with it, she flicks it on and looks through it. "Remember, make sure your equipment is working properly!"
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 19, 2011 20:17:50 GMT -5
"I'm not afraid of the Old Man, I respect him... and my nuts." Jensen says with a grin, when ParJai asks why he wants to see Ba'buir. "Let's just say I owe him a visit and an apology."
Jensen watches as ParJai fiddles with the HUD inside his and shakes his head "You're gonna lecture me on equipment maintenance? This coming from the trooper who didn't clean out her jetpack's intake filters for three months and had the engine cut out mid-flight. Yeah, a shinning example of this Mando is against jetpacks."
Giving a little laugh, Jensen finishes off his black ale before pointing at his buy'ce in her hands. "I'm gonna have to fix that now, I had the HUD set to activate when someone puts it on, the pressure plate on the crown turns it on."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 19, 2011 20:23:51 GMT -5
"Lets just say with my jet packs, they where in need of a tune up. I made the HUD perfect for you. You can now see through ladies clothing." PJ gets up and walks to the closet and gets out her buy'ce and beskar'gam. Taking them over to the couch, she looks at him, "Why did you have to remind me of tuning up my equipment. I think it is just fine thank you!" Adjusting the right shoulder of her shimmer silk top, she beds forward to adjust the knee darts and double check the filters on her jet packs. Pulling the filters to her lips, she blows some unwanted dust from it. Showing it to Jensen, she frowns, "Damn you being right SOMETIMES!"
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 19, 2011 21:08:35 GMT -5
"I'm always right, well four times out of five at least." Jensen says with a smile as he stays put on the couch. "As just proven positive. Don't overlook the butterfly valve on the intake either, that's probably a mess to."
Looking around the place, Jensen finally gets up and heads into the kitchen. Sounds of cluttering clangs can be heard before a inquiring cry calls out, "Hey, where the pretzels in this place."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 19, 2011 21:21:47 GMT -5
Pulling up the butterfly valve, she cleans it just in case. "Don't have any. I have food in the chiller if you want something." resetting the valve in, she checks the intake and back flow of the jet pack. Placing it on the floor, she gets up, and walks to the kitchen. Seeing Jensen fumble around, she frowns, "I will make up something!" Pulling some vegetables and meat from the chiller, she puts them into a dish and places them in the oven. "Still never learned to cook did you?"
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 19, 2011 21:46:10 GMT -5
"MREs are a Mando's best friend." Jensen says as he gets out of ParJai's way and watches her go to work. From the stuff she grabs, he can tell this is going to be a good meal. He goes to the other side of the kitchen and watches her work. Seeing the amount of food she's pulling out, Jensen can't help but grin a little. "Is it gonna be a two or three course dinner?"
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 19, 2011 21:57:15 GMT -5
"One course thank you!" PJ pulls the knife from the block and makes her way through the extra vegetables. "I hope you like your nerf roasted."
Turning and looking at him the moment hits her like it did ten years ago. The kiss they shared started with a moment like this. She knows she is not much older then he is, but he has lived more then her sometimes. He has loved, fought, and gotten to know things only she could dream about. She fought in the wars, made her way to where she is from blood, sweat, and tears of those she killed, and she has never truly loved anyone but herself. She looks at him and slams the knife point side down and says something she never would have expected to come from her mouth, "Ba'buir threated my life if we ever kissed again! There it is out there."
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