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Post by Lucius Dumitru on Feb 16, 2008 23:56:39 GMT -5
Having been in the bridge with some of the crew, he had completely over looked Topsy, but he figured she'd just kick his ass later for it. The thought caused him to snicker. Making his way into his cabin, he left the door unlocked, but closed. Jaunting over to his dresser, he pried it open and began to look through the cloths that was availible. Most of it was rather thuggish. His suit he used was on the floor along with the rest of the dirty cloths he had. There was no time to do laundry either. A heavy huff pushed through his lips as he simply put on whatever he had. Slipping into a normal red shirt, the black trousers hung loose around his legs. The shirt held short sleeves as they rested upon Lucius' biceps. It certainly wasn't much though. Grabbing his jacket, he slide into the black jean jacket for today, the threads upon it were slightly torn open, making it look as old as it most certainly was. A heavy sigh pushed from his lips as he moved towards the computer in his room. Pushing upon it softly, it slowly came open and he began to do all the needed transmissions to make them possible to get on the El Dorado. The plan had sadly changed now, since they had to meet up with the Hitsugaya's now with Yoko. So that is who he was contacting to inform them he had found their daughter and the slight Alliance trouble he had coming in.
Though he was working, his mind was idly racing about Nes. Sure they were joking before, but he couldn't help but think, what if? Shaking his head though, he pushed the thought from his head, he had a job to do and a distracted captain, was a dead captain. Giving a heavy sigh, he waited for the Hitsugaya family to transmit back. Perhaps they could get more credits through this way anyways. But how would they get Yoko back?
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Post by Vanessa Zaxbury on Feb 17, 2008 0:03:45 GMT -5
Vanessa had left the Bridge on the right auto to land in 24 minutes. She had the gift of foresight. Well, more like REALLY good estimating. She walked on up to the Captains chambers, without knocking let herself in. She smirked when she saw the not so naked Captain before her. "Well, When the Hitsugaya see you they'll wonder about Princess Yoko's stay here" She said teasing as she walked up to him. "Awww you look like you've been thinking. That must hurt" She teased. "We may have to call the whole thing off for brain surgery" She teased as she Finlay was next to him. She tossed her short hair behind her ear as she looked up at him.
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Post by Lucius Dumitru on Feb 17, 2008 0:23:18 GMT -5
He had barely noticed that Nessa had come in until she spoke, but he didn't jump as he stood there at the little computer. This was a dance number and they were the dancers. Part of him was tired of all this dancing, why couldn't he just settle down and relax for once. Turning to stare at her, he gave a faint laugh at her words. Leaning against the wall, he shrugged his shoulders, "Just some plannin', need to rethink our strategy to get the paintin', ya know. Course, I'm sure you knew that by now, huh?" he laughed softly, "So, what brings you to my humble quarters this morning?" As he stared at her, part of him wanted it to be something worth meaning. The thought caused another to travel through his mind, Am I getting weak. The question wouldn't be answered in his head, it truly couldn't be. Watching Nessa, part of him wanted to go up to her, place his hands on her cheeks, and simply plant one right upon those lips. Nessa was one of the more mature women that he could actually like. There was of course Topsy, but he didn't see her like he saw Nessa. Mercy? She was young, too young for Lucius. But Nessa was also the type he could find himself being with, it was perhaps more of a shame that she was part of his crew.
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Post by Vanessa Zaxbury on Feb 17, 2008 0:39:50 GMT -5
"Oh course, I know everything" She said smirking. She turned to him as he asked why she was there. It wasn't a question she could easily answer. She was there because ..... fate saw to it? Because she longed for him? Because ....."Because" She simply answered as she looked around. She didn't venture into his room often. She did that to guard herself. But everything he said to her in the bridge. She couldn't stay away. That she feeling she only had around him. The things he did to her.
She turned away from him, unsure of what to say. He was recalibrating, she was distracting. She should leave, but she found she couldn't. She turned back to him. "Oh Captain, my captain. You know this box I'm getting you have to be very special if it's something to come back for" She said re entering were she was going to tell him. She wished for it to be her he'd come back for. "Should it be shiny? Solid? Any input of your special ..... box?" She asked.
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Post by Lucius Dumitru on Feb 17, 2008 0:54:28 GMT -5
Staring at her, he knew what he wanted to do and by watching her, he could tell what she wanted, or perhaps it was wishful thinking? Never-the-less, he didn't act, least not yet. Watching her as she spoke to him, he gave a faint laugh. As the console beeped at him, he turned to stare at it. Everything was well, the Hitsugaya family were going to be waiting for him on the El Dorado without much for questions. Closing the console, he turned his attention towards Nessa. Pushing from his spot, he moved closer to her before simply pushing by and heading towards the door. As she spoke about the box, he gave a gentle laugh. Reaching his left hand up, he grabbed the door to his quarters and slowly began to close it. Turning to stare at her, he rested his back against the door as he stared at her. "It should be solid, like any box, but go for something that looks old, but not rusted, mind you. Something with an attractive characteristic about it. And it should be tough, yet sweet on the inside," he mused to her as his eyes focused upon her face.
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Post by Vanessa Zaxbury on Feb 17, 2008 1:01:38 GMT -5
She watched him carefully. He went passed her and shut the door. She knew what he wanted, but did she really. The way he spoke sounded of a lustful man. Could she ever hope for more? Would she ever be satisfied with one mid morning with him. So many questions went through her mind. She walked infront of his bad and sat on the ede. "Tough, sweet inside. Looks old but not rusted. You mean properly aged" She said thoughtfully. She knew where he was going with this. "Would it be something you'd want to keep a long time. Something that would last?" She asked. It was still the old dance but new moves.
She looked up at him. "Could it come with a few nicks? Better value I think, if it wasn't some new shiny thing" She said. She looked up at him, almost hoping he would tell her he'd keep it forever. They both knew they weren't talking about the box anymore. They really never did to begin with.
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Post by Lucius Dumitru on Feb 17, 2008 1:17:43 GMT -5
Listening to her words, he let his eyes watch her as she moved to the end of his bed. He knew what she wanted just as she knew what he wanted. Giving her a gentle smile, he shrugged his shoulders, "Everything I have has to last, look at Liberta, she's lasted a while, had to be fixed a few times, but she has many, many more years in her. I wouldn't want it any other way with the box," he told her. This moment was heart felt, yet those listening in would think it nothing more than chatter about a simple box. Giving a laugh at her next comment, he smiled brightly at her, "That's character, my dear. Character is the backbone of any object, large or small. The more character she has, the better. And on that subject, the box will have to be unique you know. One of a kind, or a rare find. It will probably cost you a shiny credit," he stated as he pushed from the door and began to walk towards her, "Do you think you could handle that?" he questioned softly. Reaching the bed, he sat down beside her and moved his left hand to rest upon her hand and his eyes stared at her as he awaited a reply.
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Post by Vanessa Zaxbury on Feb 17, 2008 1:23:56 GMT -5
"It won't be easy you know. This box you want won't come fresh off the market. You'd have to take care of it" She said looking into his eyes as his hand rested on hers. "But this rare find. I can't do that. But you'll have to do your part once you get it" She said turning her hand to hold his. "This isn't just some box. It's much more than your ordinary box. You can't toss it away when you get bored" She said.
She turned to face him better, one knee on the bed. "Can you do that?" She asked. She had to let him know what he was getting himself into. She wasn't just some girl, she needed more. She didn't want sex, she wanted love.
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Post by Lucius Dumitru on Feb 17, 2008 1:39:18 GMT -5
Listening to her words, he could feel her hand wrap around his own. He nodded softly to her words as he responded gently, "If I wanted something fresh off the market, I'd ask for something shiny, but shiny can be annoying. Something more worn is perfect for me," he told her as he rose his other hand and rested it upon her neck as she turned to wards him more. Her knee resting on the bed. As she questioned him, he smiled gently and nodded faintly, "I will do everything in my ability to take good care of it, I just hope you have it waiting for me after the heist," he mused to her. He wanted to kiss her, yet some reason, he held back as if doing so would ruin something or change everything they had. Simply staring at her, he waited to see what she had to say or even her reaction.
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Post by Vanessa Zaxbury on Feb 17, 2008 1:43:26 GMT -5
She smiled and closed her eyes. His hand on her neck was blissful in itself. She didn't want to stop. She opened her eyes again when he said she better have it waiting. "Oh I will" She said. She wondered why he wasn't on her already. Maybe because this was something much more than physical. She leaned in and gave him the softest ghost of a whisper before whispering against his ear. "It's already waiting"
With that and all the sexual tension in the room she stood up. Breaking the contact. She looked down at him. "They ships landing soon. Better get ready" She said before turning to leave.
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Post by Lucius Dumitru on Feb 17, 2008 1:57:20 GMT -5
As she leaned in, his eyes closed and he found part of him wanted to draw away from her. It was afraid that she'd get close and break him, like his family did. His mother loved him, or said she did, and simply let the Alliance take him away, kicking and screaming. There, he suffered a fate worse than death. His friends were fellow patients. At this memory, his life flashed, the traumatic moments of the Alliance trianing rushed through his head. The times they probed him with needles, asking him how that felt. "You cannot stick needles in me and ask me how that feels!" he yelled out as he drew back, his hands raising to his head and palms pressing into his eyes. His body began to shake and twitched as he fell onto his bed and let out a blood curdling scream that filled the room. Fingers curled against his hair and he pulled before his hands went limp and he simply shook on his head. Soft sobs could be heard coming from him now as his body curled up and his left hand grabbed his pillow and drew it under his head. Life as an experiment was an aweful experience, one he didn't want to go back to...he would prefer death to going back to it.
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Post by Vanessa Zaxbury on Feb 17, 2008 2:04:23 GMT -5
She turned back to him when he spoke. She was puzzled and scared by his words. She watched in horror was he twitched and fell back to his bed with a blood curling cry. She felt her blood curl and she herself went into auto pilot. "Lucius!" She said as she rush on the bed, pulling his face into her hands. She made him look at her. "Look at me Lucius. I don't know where you were. But your here now. Your on the Liberta. Here with me" She said focusing hard to make his pain stop and bring him back to reality. She had heard of his flash backs but hadn't experienced one up close.
She let her hands rest on his face, casually petting his cheek. "You here, your here with me" She said looking him in the eyes with her soft eyes. "Come back to me Lucius" She pleaded. She didn't know where he flashes were from, but it wasn't here.
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Post by Lucius Dumitru on Feb 17, 2008 2:17:57 GMT -5
As he found Nessa beside him in almost an instant, he still shook, but they lessened slightly. Heavy breathing pushed out his lips as his head was directed to look at her and he stared at her eyes, his own closing tightly from time to time as the shakes were rather large, but than would open again when the lessened. Raising his left hand from the pillow, he rested his fingers against the back of her neck. She could feel his skin quivering as it rested against her. It wasn't the same confident hand that was upon her a second ago. No, it felt like the hand of a scared child. Pulling himself up, he wrapped his other arm around her body and rested his head upon her shoulder, hiding his face against her neck. His breathing began to slow down to normal slightly, yet his body shook from time to time. As a heavy sigh pushed off his lips, a gentle laugh followed behind. Drawing back from her neck, he stared at her as his eyes were still watery and a faint smile was upon his lips, "Let's just hope I can keep my sanity to take care of the box," he stated softly as he pushed Nessa's hair back behind her ear as his eyes stared at her. "Go get the rest of the crew ready, I'll be out shortly, I promise," he stated softly to her, this time he didn't resist the urge. Leaning in, he placed a tender kiss upon her lips. It might have gone against everything he knew, but she cared for him, he could see that in just what she did at that moment. It's only a shame she'll never know why he did that. With his body twitching a bit more, he let out a groan as his eyes closed momentarly, "Just give me ten minutes to recollect myself," he told her gently, "Just make sure everything else is going smoothly," he laughed gently.
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Post by Vanessa Zaxbury on Feb 17, 2008 2:41:37 GMT -5
She saw him slowly come back to her. His hand on her neck was so scarce and child like. He was so scared. She had never seen him this way. It was frightening to her. She didn't know what to do until he wrapped his other arm around his and hide his face in the crook of her neck. She held onto him tightly for the moment. Till he pulled away and told her to get the crew ready. "Maybe the box will have to help take care of you too" She said smiling softly. She moved away hesitantly.
He kissed her, it was more than before. Before he seemed afraid of it. Not anymore. She wasn't sure why, but it didn't matter. She got off of the bed. "I'll have them ready" She said.
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Post by Lucius Dumitru on Feb 17, 2008 2:56:39 GMT -5
He nodded firmly at her as he fell back into his bed, but he didn't think about the wall behind him. As his head hit the wall, he moved up quickly and rubbed his head. Giving a laugh, he looked at her, "I'll have to have Mercy move that wall, huh?" he stated jokingly than fell to his side. Letting his eyes close, he took in deep, calming breaths. He trusted her with a job of getting the crew ready, mostly cause his first mate wasn't around to tell. Either way, he knew Nessa would do perfect on the order. Rolling onto his back, he brought his feet up and rested them upon his bed as his hands rested upon his stomach and he calmed himself, replaying Nessy's words in his head. Her calming voice was just that, calming. He was glad she had come into his quarters now, even if she seemed to cause the memory to come up, it still brought them closer.
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