Fenig - Leah | Wes - Alison | Myn - Adam | Hobbie - Shelonei
| Doctor - Shelonei | Adam - Adam
Fenig Durak: ::slips
into Feni mind from mun mind. Feni mind is picking at her thumbnail,
periodically nibbling at it, then picking at it again. She was kinda just...sitting.
At a table, in the Downtime, thinking::
Wes Janson: -=walks into Downtime, going straight for
the bar=-
Fenig Durak: ::she
looks up from her thumbnail, not really sure if she should smile or not::
-s- Hi, Wes.
Wes Janson: Hi. -=gets drink and sits at bar, staring
into his drink=-
AdamMLyons2005: -=sitting in one of the
egg chairs and mumbles to himself=- This should be interesting.
Fenig Durak: ::She
frowned softly, canting her head to the side.:: -s- Something wrong?
Wes Janson: No. -=takes a long drink of his drink then
sets it down on the bar=-
Fenig Durak: ::Rising
out of her chair, she moved slowly to the bar, not sitting, but standing
behind the chair:: -s- I don't believe you.
Wes Janson: NO one asking you too. "takes another sip,
then waves to the tender to get a refill=-
Fenig Durak: ::she
winced visibly and took a step back. Pursing her lips, she nodded and
held up her hands in surrender:: -s- Alright, have it your way. ::She
nods once and returns to her seat::
AdamMLyons2005: Well, THAT's going
really well...
Fenig Durak: ::She
slumps into her chair, all broody now::
AdamMLyons2005: Such a violent little
man...
Fenig Durak: ::She
glares daggers into the back of Wes' head for a moment before slamming
her palm down against the table:: Y'know what? No! That is a most unacceptable
answer. Either talk to someone aobut it or go mope in your damn room.
Wes Janson: -=speaks loudly=- You know, ever since you've
come here, you've been trying to latch onto me. -=he turns to face her=-
Why?
Fenig Durak: ::Her
wince threw her back into her chair, eyes wide in surprise:: I... I...
::She shut her mouth to prevent further stupidity::
AdamMLyons2005: -=refrains from banging
his head on the sides of the eggchair=- Cause she likes you you fool!
Wes Janson: -=turns back to drink, swirling its contents
around=- Don't know why you'd think I'm worth your efforts. No one really
cares about me here anymore.
AdamMLyons2005: Come on, Feni, just
say it...
Fenig Durak: ::She
had to stare at him for a moment, completely disbelievingly.:: That's
a load of poodoo and you know it! Your best friend is in his office as
we speak, worrying about you! I know you're not totally blind to that
Wes Janson: Yeah, then explain to me why suddenly everyone's
keeping secrets from me. I know it's not my lifeday anytime soon. -=looks
at Feni=- I'm not wanted anymore. Plain and simple.
Wes Janson: -=looks back into drink, rubbing hand over
goatee=- I never should have come back.
Fenig Durak: ::She
had to do a near double take:: What are you talking about? I don't know
about any secrets being kept from you
AdamMLyons2005: If he's talking about
my secret only one person who's here all the time knows about it now.
Two when I tell Hobbie.
Fenig Durak: ::She
was half tempted to say 'I want you here' but held back for very obvious
reasons::
Wes Janson: Don't feel you have to humor me. -=downs
next drink, then grabs a handful of pretzels and munches on them=-
Fenig Durak: When
have I ever humored you? Gah! ::She throws her hands up in the air in
frustration::
Wes Janson: -=shrugs, not noticing her reaction=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
sighed softly and got up out of her chair to stand by the bar agian::
Truth is Wes, we do want you here. Every single one of those pilots out
there would be hard pressed to find a better friend than you. And you
them.
AdamMLyons2005: True, very true.
Wes Janson: Different story last year. -=sip=-
AdamMLyons2005: Well, that's a big
stinky load...
Fenig Durak: ::Another
sigh:: Well, last time I checked the calendar, last year was the past.
And right now, you have Hobbie and Myn and Wedge and Tycho all within
a little comm beep. I don't know what happened last year, but like I said,
Fenig Durak: it's
over and done with.
Wes Janson: -=shakes head=- No one understands, but then
again, no one cares. -=finishes drink, puts down a few creds and stands=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
felt overly defeated and the slump of her shoulders showed it:: Wes...
that's not fair. There are a lot of people who care.
Wes Janson: -=turns to look Feni in the eyes, giving her
a glimpse of his pain form the past years just from the darkenss in the
blue circles=-
Wes Janson: A year ago i would have believed that. But now, now I don't
trust anyone to tell me that anymore. Cause what someone says is nothing
compared to how they show it.
Fenig Durak: ::she
shivered under that cold stare, barely able to make herself stammer out::
-sw- I care...
Wes Janson: -=leans close to be nose to nose=- Then don't,
cause I'm not worth it. -=holds for a moment, then turns to go but stops=-
Anything else you want to know?
Fenig Durak: Why
do you insist that you're not worth it? If you truly believed that, you
wouldn't bother to say it. you'd just leave. ::She winced. That was
definately the wrong thing to say::
Wes Janson: Then maybe I will. -=walks out door=-
Fenig Durak: Wes!
Wait!
Fenig Durak: ::She
collapsed atop the stool next to her, resting her head on two very tired
hands::
Wes Janson: -=walks slowly down hallway, holding the wall
as he walks, dizzy from drink and his own thoughts=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=like feni said, Hobbie *is* in the
office. But has now given up trying to figure out what sort of System
Wedge had used.. for the evening anyhow - feni's earlier visit got him to t hinking... and the
more he thought, the more worried he got... and the more worried
he got, the more he thought, which plunged him into yet deeper worry=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
had two thoughts: Either sit there and cry and be all girly and victimy,
or get up and run after Wes and be all victimy. Either way, she's gonna
be all girly::
Fenig Durak: ::So,
she slid off the stool and ran after him. Simple as that:: Wes! Wait!
Myn Donos: -=shudders and wonders what he should do=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=puts head in hands and furrows brow
as he mumbles to himself=- What on Kessel is going on with you, buddy?
Wes Janson: -=Wes, hearing Feni, turns. It's too much
for him and he falls against the wall, then slides down until he's sitting
on the ground=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
slowed and then dropped to her knees, concern riddling her face:: Wes,
are you ok?
Wes Janson: -=growls=- I'm fine.
Fenig Durak: Yeah,
and I've got a bridge on coruscant I'll sell to you cheap. ::She frowned
deeply::
Wes Janson: -=tries to pull legs to self to stand but
gives up trying from being too dizzy=- What do you want, Ms. Durak?
Fenig Durak: ::She
grimaced at the formal address:: I want to talk to you, I want to know
what's bothering you. I want to know what I can do to help.
Wes Janson: -=captures her eyes and glares=- why do you
care?! -=almost screams it=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
threw his words back at him:: What does it matter? I just do.
Myn Donos: -=hears the shouting and mutters=- Better option than
Piggy...
Wes Janson:
-=shakes head and pulls knees
to his face=-
Myn Donos: -=gets up and heads the long way to Hobbie's office=-
Fenig Durak: -s-
Wes, please don't shut down on me now. C'mon, talk to me. ::She reshifted
so she was sitting on the decking::
Wes Janson: Don't.
Fenig Durak: -s-Why?
Wes Janson: Just don't.
Fenig Durak: I can't
do that.
Wes Janson: And why not? What makes you different from
everyone else?
Fenig Durak: I"m
not different from everyone else. Everyone else cares about you just as
I do...::She paused, tempted to amend that:: We're your friends, Wes.
::She reached out to take one of his hands::
Myn Donos: -=walks up to Hobbie's office and knocks on the door=-
Wes Janson: I don't deserve friends -=pulls hand away=-
Fenig Durak: Why?
Hobbie Klivian: -=voice sounding like it's trying
to cover up sounding harried=- Enter
Fenig Durak: What
have you done that was so terrible that you don't deserve friends?
Myn Donos: -=opens the door=- Can I talk to you Boss?
Hobbie Klivian: Sure.
Myn Donos: -=walks in=- Actually got two things, good news and bad
news...which would you like to hear first?
Hobbie Klivian: -=waves hand=- Whichever.
Wes Janson: More than I like to recall.
Myn Donos: -=sits in the chair opposite of his desk=- Hmm, I guess
the good news...you know I said that I had to talk to you about getting
some time off?
Hobbie Klivian: -=nods=-
Fenig Durak: Well,
if they believed that, they wouldn't be your friends. -s-Please, will you
talk to me? Or somebody? ::Her face even pleaded with him::
Myn Donos: -=grins=- Well the reason is that Kirney and I are going
to get married in a couple of months...
Hobbie Klivian: -=smiles=- congratulations Myn.
I guess you'll be wanting time off for a honeymoon then.
Wes Janson: I don't like to 'talk' to anyone. Tried that
once. And then she deserted me. Why open up when you're just going to
get pushed away eventually from your so called friends?
Fenig Durak: ::She had to pause. There was a
ton of history here that she didn't know:: I'm not going anywhere.
Myn Donos: -=grins=- Otherwise you'd have to deal with a rather unhappy
wife of mine...
Hobbie Klivian: I wouldn't want that -=shakes head=-
Of course you can have the time Myn. You deserve it, I hope you two
will be very happy. -=eyes sadden a moment, then he recoveres=- You
said there was something else?
Myn Donos: -=looks down=- Umm yeah, What's with Wes?
Wes Janson:
-=snorts=- say that now, but it'll
change.
Fenig Durak: No it
won't. ::She shook her head::
Hobbie Klivian: -=frowns deeply and sinks bac in his
chair as he sighes=- I'm trying to figure that out.
Myn Donos: -=sighs=- Yeah he's not exactly himself...
Hobbie Klivian: So I'm not the only one who sees it
now? -=shakes his head=- that can't be good.
Wes Janson: You will. You're smart, beautiful, and a
damn good worker. Sooner or later someone's gonna notice that and they'll
offer you something you can't refuse.
Fenig Durak: -s- You can prevent that, y'know.
Myn Donos: Yeah he soured up a bit much after I told you about having
to get time off and that I couldn't tell him.
Hobbie Klivian: Stuff like that doesn't usually bother Wes though...
Myn Donos: Could it possibly be an anniversay of something that happened
to him?
Wes Janson: I know. I wish i could keep people from leaving.
-=sighs and rests eyes on kjnees=-
Fenig Durak: ::She cupped his shoulder, her thumb
rubbing over the fabric of his shirt:: -s- Like I said before, I'm not
going anywhere.
Hobbie Klivian: I don't know -=shakes head=- what
could be an anniv... -=voice trails off as he sees the calendar=- SITH!
Hobbie Klivian: Where is he, Myn?
Myn Donos:
They went down the hall from Downtime.
Myn Donos: You'll hear them trust me.
Hobbie Klivian: -=heads to the door quickly=- come
along I'll explain en route.
Myn Donos: -=gets up and follows Hobbie=-
Myn Donos: -=somewhat confused=-
Hobbie Klivian: About this time last year, today I
think, we were forced to resign, all of us that had once been Imps. Well,
Wes was the only one who couldn't leave, because he wanted to keep his
sister's record clean. Long story short, it ended
Wes Janson: -=fdins enough energy and stands up=-. Just
leave me alone, Fenig. I'm not good enough for you. I'm not good enough
for anyone. -=walks away=-
Hobbie Klivian: up looking like she'd died, and he'd
been left alone - it looked like he was abandoned, at least that's how
he took it. He had a major nervous breakdown... at one point tried to
kill himself...
Myn Donos: Oh, -=looks up=- Oh! Sith, no wonder...
Hobbie Klivian: -=softly=- I don't thiink he even realises
this is what's going on..... but i'm pretty sure it's the only thing it
could be, especially after what you said.
Fenig Durak: ::She
leaned her shoudler and head against the wall, watching him walk away
for a moment. She couldn't go chasing after him this time. No matter how
much she wanted to. Sighing heavily, she shook her head, wishing there
were more she
could do::
Myn Donos: Should we tell Feni?
Hobbie Klivian: You can tell her -=rounds corner and
sees feni alone=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=almost shouts=- Where is he?
Fenig Durak: ::A
shaky hand rose and pointed down the hall where Wes had retreated to::
Hobbie Klivian: -=runs off in that direction=- WES!!!!
-=bellows=-
Wes Janson: -=walks back to apartment and goes inside,
locking door. Then walks to bathroom and stares at mirror at his face=-
Myn Donos: You'll wanna come with us Feni.
Wes Janson: -=thinks of how much his life has changed.
Of what he's done, how stupid he's been=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
held up her hands to Myn to be helped up, the strength suddenly draining
from her legs::
Hobbie Klivian: -=doesn't see wes.... but notes this
is also the direction to the apartmet=-
Myn Donos: -=pulls Feni up=- Come on, now's the time that he can't
be alone.
Hobbie Klivian: -=gets there, and unlocks the door
for entry=- WES!?
Wes Janson: -=he sees his razor on the sink, and a thought
comes to his normally sensible mind. He lifts the razor to stare at it=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
nodded slowly and motioned with her head for htem to follow::
Hobbie Klivian: -=frantically scans the room, notes
his room and wes' are both still door open... the fresher isn't...=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=runs to door and pounds it=- WES
ARE yOu IN THERE?
Wes Janson: -=hears Hobbie's voice and jumps, dropping
the razor. It cuts along his arm. He grabs it as the blade hits the
gound=- Sith!
Myn Donos: -=heads in the direction of Wes's quarters=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=hears wes' curse and tries to get
the locked door open=- Wes, let me in!
Fenig Durak: ::She
waves with her hand:: c'mon... ::And starts running::
Wes Janson: -=from inside the door=- Go away.
Hobbie Klivian: Oh Force, don't be doing what I htink
you're doing Wes... -=mind pleads=-
Myn Donos: -=shrugs=- Ok -=jogs after Feni=-
Hobbie Klivian: Let me in!
Hobbie Klivian: -=pounds on door=- Unlock this door
right now Or so help me I'll blast it down!
Myn Donos: -=shouts at Hobbie=- Want me to find Kell?
Wes Janson: -=walks over and puts razor on sink, then
unlocks door, then goes to sit on fresher lid, holding cut still=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
reaches the open door to Wes and Hobbie's apartment and finds Hobbie banging
on the door. It took her a moment to process it, and she definately didn't
like the conclusions. She fixed a terrified stare on the door::
Hobbie Klivian: -=lets himself in, ignoring the others
- sees wes holding his arm just beneath his elbow... sees blood traliing
a little between his fingers=- Wes? What the sith were you thinking,
buddy? -=looks very upset, and quickly grabs the medkit from beneath the sink to tend to the, luckily
just missing a vein, cut=-
Wes Janson: -=pulls away from Hobbie=- Leave me alone.
Fenig Durak: ::In
a moment, she was standing in the doorway to the fresher, not sure how
she got there, but definately more than a little concerned::
Myn Donos: -=runs into the room and sees Feni looking into the fresher
and looks in=- Sith Wes! What did you do?
Hobbie Klivian: Like hell I will, -=is determined and
pulls out some bacta patches to hold things until they can get it stitched
up=- Take your hand away, Wes. -=voice decievingly calm.=-
Fenig Durak: ::She shoots Myn a 'shut up' look::
Wes Janson: -=growls=- Leave me alone. All of you.
Myn Donos: -=gives Feni an apologetic look and looks back at Wes=-
No.
Hobbie Klivian: -=looks bc and sees feni and myn.
jerks his head for them to at least leave the fresher so he can talk
to wes=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
nodded to Hobbie and started to back up, pushing Myn back with her::
Hobbie Klivian: -=looks back to wes=- I'm not going
anywhere. Now, take your hand off that so I can put this patch there.
Myn Donos: -=nods=-
Wes Janson: -=twists around to give HObbie the cold shoulder=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=reaches forward and pulles wes'
hand from his arm=-
Myn Donos: -=says quietly and motions at a chair out of the freshers
line of sight=- Seat?
Fenig Durak: -s-
Yeah... ::She moves toward the couch, but can't take her eyes off the
fresher door:
Myn Donos: -=looks at the floor=- Finially tried to tell him that
you love him?
Fenig Durak: ::The
back of her calves collided with the couch and she fell down on the cushions.
After a moment she turned a blurried and confused lookto Myn:: huh?
Myn Donos: I heard you talking to Wes...
Hobbie Klivian: -=is unable to get wes' hand from
his arm=- Come on, Wes.
Fenig Durak: ::She
bowed her head, keeping an eye on the door from her peripheral:: -s- Why
does that make me feel like this is all my fault?
Wes Janson: Leave me alone! -=pushes Hobbie away=-
Myn Donos: It isn't you, its him.
Hobbie Klivian: -=falls back roughly against the wall=-
Myn Donos: -=looks up suddenly=- Sith!
Hobbie Klivian: -=shakes his head then gets right
back up=- Look Wes, I know what's going on.
Fenig Durak: :Her
head snapped back to look at the door again, the yell and the thud obviously
getting her attention::
Hobbie Klivian: I'm so sorry I didn't remember, I
should have known this'd be a rough time. Please, let me take care of
that cut.
Wes Janson: -=grabs
a bacta patch and puts it on the cut=- There, it's taken care of. Now
leave me alone. And for your own sake, it was an accident. I dropped
the razor and cut myself when you pounded on the door.
Hobbie Klivian: What were you doing with the razor?
-=evenly=-
Fenig Durak: ::Without
looking back to Myn:: -s- What is going on here?
Hobbie Klivian: -=quietly=-
Wes Janson: -=sadly=- shave off my goatee...
Myn Donos: -=sighs=- I don't exactly know the whole story, you'll
have to ask Hobbie or Wes about that.
Fenig Durak: -sw-
I tried... ::Her head dropped down between her shoulders, elbows digging
into her knees::
Hobbie Klivian: with a naked razor? -=still evenly,
not quite believing=-
Myn Donos: I told you it isn't your fault, he nearly lost his sister
around this time last year.
Wes Janson: The electric one is broken -=points to the
wall where the wiring is out of the other one from trying to fix it this
morning=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
turned her head to look at the door again:: -s- I wish I could help
Hobbie Klivian: Couldn't it wait?
Wes Janson: Why?
Myn Donos: -=shakes his head=- Give him a day or two, but keep an
eye on him then try again.
Hobbie Klivian: You're scaring the Kessel outta me,
Wes. I've been wracking my brains trying to figure out what was wrong,
when I did I.... Wes, I'm real worried about you. You're not yourself
lately.
Wes Janson: I haven't been myself for a year, Hobbie.
A damn year.
Hobbie Klivian: But you were doing okay, Wes. At
least, I thought you were starting to be okay.
Wes Janson: So I'm a good actor.
Hobbie Klivian: you should know you don't have to
act with me.
Fenig Durak: ::She
shook her head before running a hand through her hair. More and more
that damned white streak was starting to show more, the dye wearing out::
-s- I don't think he'll let me
Myn Donos: Ok, if he won't let you then you'll have to force it on
him.
Fenig Durak: ::snorts::
Yeah, that'll happen.
Myn Donos: But basically with Hobbie's and my help you'll have to
help heal him mentally.
Fenig Durak: ::Turns
her head to study his face intently. A moment, then she nods::
Myn Donos: You'll have to be a constant in his life...
Fenig Durak: ::She
quips a little grin:: Your tone suggests that's a bad thing
Myn Donos: No, it's something he needs.
Myn Donos: In the worst way, worse than Hobbie, worse than me.
Fenig Durak: I was
trying to make a joke. Y'know, lighten the mood for a moment?
Fenig Durak: ::waving
a dismissive hand:: You two have known him longer than I have
Myn Donos: -=grins=- Yeah, but he's your special little boy.
Wes Janson: You think I want to have you always pitying
me, Hobbie. i have to otherwise you won't live your own life.
Fenig Durak: I don't
know whether to hug you or hit you for that
Hobbie Klivian: Nerfsith! Pity has nothing to do
with it. You're my best friend, Wes. You're like a brother to me. I care, and if you're upset,
I want you to tell me. Don't go moping on your own behind that mask I
know you wear. -=crosses his arms=-
Hobbie Klivian: Talk. To. Me.
Wes Janson: Like you don't have your own problems already.
MOst of which I caused.
Hobbie Klivian: What the hell is THAT supposed to
mean!
Hobbie Klivian: -=throws arms up=-
Myn Donos: -=smiles back=- It means that you've claimed him...
Hobbie Klivian: -=thinks a brief moment, then hits
the control to lock them in - no good if people want to break up a good
healthy brawl=-
Wes Janson: I'm the reason you dated Doc. You're hurting
from her leaving because of me!
Fenig Durak: ::She
let that comment slide for a moment when she turned to look at the closed
door::
Hobbie Klivian: Force knows why she left, Wes - but
it isn't your fault, Damnit!
Fenig Durak: ::Trusting
that he was safe with hobbie, she turned back to Myn:: -s-I haven't claimed
anyone. He doesn't want me, simple as that.
Myn Donos: You know that is such a huge pile of hutt drool.
Fenig Durak: Heh,
I think you're delusional. And that we should be more worried about Wes
then my current romantic status
Wes Janson: They all leave, Hobbie. everyone leaves.
It's not worth bothering getting attached, and I basically forced you
too. It's my damn fault.
Hobbie Klivian: Oh, and I had no say in it? You're
full of yourself, Wes.
Myn Donos: Delusional? Maybe, but it still means that you're willing
to claim him and he just rejected it.
Myn Donos: Prove it to him that you're not going to leave.
Wes Janson: I locked you in the freaken room with her
Fenig Durak: Yeah.
He rejected me. I'm not going to leave, but I also haven't claimed him.
::she shook her head at Myn::
Myn Donos: -=grins=- Yet, you just have to be more stubborn than he
is.
Hobbie Klivian: Big deal! If you want to look at
it that way, then look at it the whole way - because of you I've had several
of probably the best months of my life. It's not your fault they ended,
it's hers. Get it? She left, you didn't kick her out, she left.
Wes Janson: Probably left cause of me too -=mutters=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
didn't look at him, didn't respond, just sat there quietly, waiting::
Hobbie Klivian: Oh? What'd you do to make her leave
Wes?
Myn Donos: -=Looks at the door=-, if I hear banging going on there,
I'm gonna blast that lock.
Fenig Durak: -s-I'll
help you
Myn Donos: -=grins=- I knew you would.
Wes Janson: -=shrugs=-
Hobbie Klivian: Cause it sure looks to me like she
either had no choice or she didn't want to be a part of things anymore.
Either way, she's gone. I'm starting to come to terms wth that, why can't
yoU?
Fenig Durak: ::She
flashed him a grin, hopefully one that would let him know she was still
Feni, just Feni on a mission:: -s-Hey, it's me.
Wes Janson: -=tries to hold back tears=- what does it
matter to you?
Myn Donos: -=grins=- Yeah for all I know you might make another bomb
to blow the door.
Fenig Durak: ::Sticks
out her tongue:: Not funny. That's Wes and Hobbie in there. I wouldn't
want to deafen them
Hobbie Klivian: Cause family is more important than
any girl... and you're family, Wes. -=speaks gently=-
Hobbie Klivian: You matter more.
Myn Donos: -=smicks=- Give them a reason to be even more stubborn.
Wes Janson: -=turns head away=- I'm not worth it.
Fenig Durak: ::she points a warning finger at him,
but the grin behind it emptied the threat::
Hobbie Klivian: -=hauls back and decides to take a
more basic approach to knocking sense into Wes.... Literally knocking
sense into him=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=punches Wes=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=in the jaw=-
Wes Janson: -=holds jaw=- what the sith was that for!
Hobbie Klivian: Trying to knock some sense into you,
Wes. Congratulations, you're brilliant. You've convinced yourself you
don't matter. Well, guess what, if you don't matter and I think you do,
I guess that means I don't matter either.
Hobbie Klivian: So, if I don't matter - and you don't
matter -- then there's nothing to lose, is there -=growls=-
Wes Janson: -=growls and rubs jaw=- Guess so.
Hobbie Klivian: You're impossible!!!!! -=half shouts
and hauls back again=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=Wes steps out of the way and hobbie's
fist contacts the wall=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=pulls fist back and shakes it out=-
at least you still have SOME self preservation....
Wes Janson: -=jumps out of way and brings fist around
to hobbie's face as he turns back around=- Yeah, a lot
Myn Donos: -=looks at Feni=- I don't exactly like what's going on
in there...I'm gonna get my rifle...
Fenig Durak: ::She
put a hand out for him to stop:: No...
Hobbie Klivian: -=ducks out of the way and grabs the
bottle of shampoo to knock Wes with=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=knocks head over the wes with the
bottle=-
Myn Donos: -=stares at Feni=- For all we know they could be turning
themselves into piles of muscle...
Fenig Durak: ::She
shook her head again. She would say that you had to be Corellian to understand,
but look who she was talking to:: Let them. I think both of them need
this
Myn Donos: So you're saying we should let them fight it out until
we stop hearing loud sounds in there and then we bring security in and
then haul them off to medbay?
Fenig Durak: ::she
nodded and looked up with a blank face:: Yup
Fenig Durak: I wouldn't
want to go in there with the two of them fighting. Would you?
Myn Donos: I would with my blaster...
Hobbie Klivian: -=bottle breaks and shampoo spews
around the room, making things a mite slippery=-
Wes Janson: -=falls to the floor and tries to see Hobbie
through stinging eyes=- Tear free my arse -=grabs at Hobbie's legs to
pull him to the ground=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=grabs onto the sink to keep from
falling and looks at wes=- Feel like you matter yet?
Fenig Durak: ::She
waved at the door:: If you want to go in there and stop the first healing
step, do it. But I'm betting it'll be good for him
Wes Janson: NO, now i feel like punching something -=aims
punch at HObbie's gut=-
Wes Janson: -=slips=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=swerves out of the way=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=slips on the floor and falls=-
Myn Donos: -=looks at Feni impassively=- Wanna play guess the internal
injury?
Hobbie Klivian: -=luckily doesn't hit his head=-
Wes Janson: -=slips hard and hits head on the side of
the sink=-
Fenig Durak: My money's
on either a concussion or a kidney bruise
Myn Donos:
To be honest, and knowing those two I'll
be suprised if either of them are able to walk and talk by the time they're
done.
Wes Janson: -=shakes it off, growling more=-
Fenig Durak: Good.
Give them both physical pain to focus on for a while ::Woo...bitch Feni
is coming out::
Hobbie Klivian: Try hitting your head again, Wes.
Mabe it'll knock some of those loose bolts back into place -=taunts as
he pulls himself to standing position=-
Myn Donos: -=winces=- A little drastic isn't it?
Wes Janson: -=stands up, getting balance on the slippery
floor=- why don;t you come and try to do it yourself, little man.
Hobbie Klivian: Why should I bother? you seem to be
doing a pretty good job of it yourself!
Wes Janson: -=lets out a war cry and dives across room,
trying to tackle Hobbie to the ground=-
Wes Janson: -=slips and falls=-
Fenig Durak: Yeah,
but it's really the only way. ::looks dryly at him:: Unless you want
to go in there and stun them
Wes Janson: -=stays on floor, stunned=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=moves gingerly over to hold a hand
down to help wes up=- You alive?
Wes Janson: -=slaps hand away=- go away
Myn Donos: -=raises an eyebrow at Feni=- You think I can't?
Hobbie Klivian: -=Stands and looks down at wes=-
No.
Fenig Durak: I don't
think you have the balls for it. ::Ooo...a challange:::
Wes Janson: fine, stand there all night. See if I care.
Hobbie Klivian: I'm not gonna stand here.. I'm gonna
sit on the commode. -=goes over, puts the seat down, and sits, crossing
his ankle to knee, folding arms, and watching wes=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
held out a hand again for him to wait:: Shh..listen....
Myn Donos: What
Fenig Durak: ::she
tilted her ear towards the door:: They've stopped
Myn Donos: It's just intermission, trust me.
Wes Janson: -=wipes arm across eyes, trying to get rid
of the shampoo=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=grabs towel and tosses it to wes
wordlessly=-
Wes Janson: -=wipes eyes and tosses towel to floor=- thanks.
Hobbie Klivian: Welcome.
Wes Janson: now get out.
Hobbie Klivian: No.
Wes Janson: Then at least get off the camode so I can
take a leak. -=tries to stand=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=gets up and moves to stand by the
door, of course not watching wes=-
Wes Janson: -=stands up, then charges Hobbie from behind,
trying to pin him to wall=-
Fenig Durak: ::Well,
end of intermission:: Ok...so you were right
Hobbie Klivian: -=slams against the wall=-
Wes Janson: -=pins HObbie to fresher door with elbow in
his shoulder=- Why can't you taken the sithin point and leave me alone
when i tell you too... but no, you have to be headstrong
Myn Donos: -=looks up at the loud noise, then at Feni, then looks
down=- Told you...
Fenig Durak: ::again
she waves her hand at the door:: Go to town, blaster boy
Fenig Durak: ::Are
y'pickin up the dry tone here? Are ya? Well, are ya...punk?::
Hobbie Klivian: -=grunts at impact, then looks Wes
dead serious in the eye=- Because I'm scared to death that if I leave
you alone right now, I won't ever see you again.... except maybe staring
at the ceiling in some funeral parlor.
Hobbie Klivian: That's why.
Myn Donos: -=sighs=- I guess I better... -=gets up and heads to his
room to get his sniper rifle=-
Fenig Durak: Uh,
why not just get Hobbie's blaster or something here?
Myn Donos: -=looks back=- Better chance I won't hit them.
Wes Janson: You think I'd leave enough of myself to do
that? -=taunts=-
Fenig Durak: It's
close quarters, are you really that bad of a shot?
Hobbie Klivian: -=huge pain in hobbie's eyes as he regards Wes silently=-
I'm not leaving.
Myn Donos: nope, I don't want to take any chances...
Wes Janson: But one day you will. You've done it once,
I'm sure as hell sure you'll do it again.
Hobbie Klivian: And if you're that determined. -=squirms
hand around to the small of his back and pulls out the holdout he keeps
there=- Then at least say goodbye first.
Myn Donos: Besides, if I'm good enough I think I could get a stun
shot to do the job.
Fenig Durak: Well,
hurry it up
Hobbie Klivian: I'm sure the rest of the Rogues would
hate to see the only two original members left ... gone.
Myn Donos: -=runs off to his room=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=eyes like stone, holds the holdout
up in open palm to the side, cause he barely can move, after all=-
Wes Janson: They;ll leave too...
Hobbie Klivian: That won't be our problem, if we're
not here anymore, will it?
Hobbie Klivian: -=knows he's taking a huge gamble, but it's the only
one he has left=-
Myn Donos: -=skids to a stop keys the passwork and enters grabbing
his sniper rifle=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
stands and moves to the door, pressing her ear to it to try and hear what's
going on::
Myn Donos: -=runs out and towards Wes's room=-
Hobbie Klivian: Go ahead. I know you've got a holdout
too. we could shoot eachother.
Hobbie Klivian: -=even voice=-
Wes Janson: Guess not. -=glares into Hobibe's eyes, daring
him=-
Fenig Durak: ::Whoa...wide
eyes!::
Hobbie Klivian: So who's first?
Hobbie Klivian: You do know that if you check out,
I"m right behind you Wes. We've been through everything together - I'm
not gonna let you go on the last adventure alone.
Wes Janson: -=runs hand back to own holdout=- why not
together?
Myn Donos: -=skids to a stop in front of the room and looks at Feni=-
Still want me to do this?
Hobbie Klivian: -=nods=- Then together it is - no
backing out.
Hobbie Klivian: on me .
Fenig Durak: ::oh
shit oh shit oh shit. She nods frantically at Myn:: Better do it soon...they're
about to shoot each other
Wes Janson: -=flips off stun setting=- and no stunning.
Fenig Durak: ::she
backed away from the door::
Hobbie Klivian: -=flicks to kill=- no stun.
Myn Donos: -=starts opening the rifle case and setting up quickly
and sets the rifle to stun=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=brings gun up and holds it to wes's
head=- Cmon. I'll let you do the three count.
Myn Donos: -=gets into prone postion=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=well, pointing at wes' head, not
exactly to it, it'd be hard to do that in the position he is in right
now=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
started chewing on her thumbnail, biting it clean off and taking it a
bit too much, revealing the soft flesh beneath::
Wes Janson: -=points it to Hobbie's temple and stares
deep into his eyes=- One.
Myn Donos: -=turns the laser sight on and aims it at the lock=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=looks evenly back into Wes, doesn't
move=- It's been real, bro.
Wes Janson: Two.
Myn Donos: -=fires=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=door panel busts and the door opens,
piling the two rogues on the floor. Two shots go off wildly=-
Wes Janson: -=Wes' shot goes to
Hobbie's gut=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=hobbie's shot goes off into the
ceiling=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
screamed when she heard the two additional shots, her eys squeezing shut
as she winced::
Myn Donos: -=jumps up and runs to the door=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=folds one arm to his gut and looks up at wes=-
*groan* Didn't think.... you'd go..... through.... -=passes out=-
Wes Janson: OH sith, Hobbie! -=sits up, tossing blasters
away=-
Myn Donos: Sith!
Myn Donos: Feni! Go get a medic!
Wes Janson: -=grabs comlink=- Medics to Colonel Klivian's
room, Stat.
Fenig Durak: ::She hesitantly moved into the door
way until they yelled at her. She nodded stupidly then sprinted from the
room::
Fenig Durak: ::What
a day not to be carrying her own com, hmm?::
Wes Janson: Damnit Hobbie, I'm sorry. Wake up man. -=puts
hand on wound, using other arm to shake his best friend.=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=blood flows from the supurb gutshot=-
Wes Janson: Myn, get the med kit in the bathroom.
Fenig Durak: ::Tears
streaming, she met up with the medics on their way to the room. Turning
around, she ran with them, filling them in on the situation::
Myn Donos: -=gets it quickly=- Here Wes...
Wes Janson: -=strips off shirt and uses it to soak up
blood=-
Wes Janson: Get me a large bacta patch and some skin stichers
fast.
Myn Donos: -=grabs the needed items and hands them to Wes=-
Myn Donos: Think the meds will be here shortly...
Fenig Durak: ::The
medics, carrying a duraplast stretcher between them pile into the room,
then into the fresher:: Medics>Clear out, we've got it.
Myn Donos: -=gets up and gets out of the way and goes over to pack
up his sniper rifle=-
Wes Janson: -=gets pushed away after jsut getting the
patch on=-
Fenig Durak: ::One
medic prepped the stretcher and readjusted Hobbie's nonwounded extremities.
The other double checked the patch and his pulse. They nodded at each
other and moved in tandem, moving Hobbie wordlessly onto the stretcher::
Fenig Durak: Medics>
One, two three, lift ::and up they stood, one carrying each end of the
stretcher back out of the room::
Wes Janson: -=remains on the floor, holding bloody shirt,
sitting in shock=-
Fenig Durak: ::Fenig
moved to sit on the floor next to Wes, a tentative hand resting on his
shoulder:: -s- It wasn't your fault...
Wes Janson: Yes it was.
Myn Donos: -=walks over to Myn quietly and asks just as quietly=-
Would you two have fired if you had gotten to three?
Fenig Durak: ::She
shook her head:: Myn, not now
Myn Donos: No that's the thing, the way it is right now, it's my fault.
Wes Janson: -=looks at floor=- I don't know.... i really
don't know... -=eyes get blurry=-
Myn Donos: Because I have to assume that they wouldn't fire at each
other but when I busted the lock they flinched and this is what you have
now...
Fenig Durak: ::HEr
hand moves from his shoulder for her arm to wrap around him, offering
what little comfort she could::
Myn Donos: ((in the field yes, but this isn't exactly in the field))
Wes Janson: -=in a very unlike Wes way, he starts to cry=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
wraps her other arm around him, squeezing him close, nuzzling her face
against his shoulder::
Myn Donos: -=spouts of a minute's worth of curse words to the world=-
Wes Janson: -=clings to fenni unconcsiously and cries harder=-
Fenig Durak: -sw-Shh...
::she just hugged him the harder, rocking him gently::
Wes Janson: -=cries into fenni's shoulder=- why am I so messed up>!
Fenig Durak: ::Yeah,
like she's gonna answer that::
Myn Donos: -=mentally goes through the "Why does it have to be this
way list?"=-
Myn Donos: -=mutters as he looks down=- Because this is what life's
given you...
Fenig Durak: -s-
But it can only get better from here...
Myn Donos: -=stares at Feni with a haunted look on his face and his
voice shaky=- You sure?
Fenig Durak: ::The
look she gave Myn was nothing short of deadly::
Wes Janson: -=sniffle=- I didn't mean to shoot him -=has voice like
little lost boy=-
Fenig Durak: ::ONe
of her hands moved to gently stroke his hair:: -s- I know. It wasn't
your fault.
Myn Donos: -=rolls his eyes and pounds his head against the wall=-
Wes Janson: -=still crying, and starts hiccuping=- yes... i'm always
hurting people... then they leave...
Fenig Durak: -s-
Hobbie's not going anywhere. I promise. We can go see him in the medbay
if you want
Myn Donos: -=stops pounding his head because of a severe headache=-
Wes Janson: he won't... hic... want to see.... hic... me
Myn Donos: -=mumbles to himself=- Self induced concussions...not
a good idea...
Fenig Durak: Sure
he will. I bet you're the first person he asks for when he wakes up
Wes Janson: yeah, so he can kill me.... -=sniffle=-
Myn Donos: -=looks down=- No he won't...
Fenig Durak: ::She
pressed her nose against his head:: -s- No, he'll want to make sure you're
ok
Wes Janson: Yeah, so he can make me suffer. -=sits back, rubbing arm
along eyes, realizing he has no shirt on cause it's on the floor covered
in blood=-
Fenig Durak: You
know Hobbie wouldn't do that.
Myn Donos: Yeah, he tends to blame himself on that sort of stuff...
Wes Janson: Do I? -=looks at Fenni=- He's the one who pulled the gun
first.
Fenig Durak: ::She
pressed a finger to Wes' lips to shut him up, then shot Myn a glare to
end all glares:: Donos, if you don't shut your trap, I'll do it for you.
Myn Donos: -=glares right back=- I don't need your help to do that.
Fenig Durak: Then
do it.
Myn Donos: -=walks out=-
Wes Janson: -=slowly stands up=- Why don't you guys go check on him...
I... I need to clean up a bit -=looks around fresher=-
Fenig Durak: ::she
rises next to him a soft hand on his shoulder:: I'll be right outside
this door, ok?
Myn Donos: -=heads to his quarters to drop off the gun then to medbay
to check up on his boss=-
Wes Janson: Only if you want to be... -=reaches under sink to get a
cleaning rag and starts to mop up shampoo=-
Fenig Durak: ::She leaned back against the wall,
the half closed door to the fresher on her left::
Myn Donos: -=takes the turbolift to the medbay=-
Myn Donos: -=walks in the medbay=- How's Hobbie?
Doctor: -=female
twilek doctor moves to talk to Myn=- Colonel Klivian will be fine, he's
in reconstructive surgery right now, once he's in a tank, it'll be a few
days before his release.
Wes Janson: -=scrubs floor hard, trying to get up the blood from the
tiles=-
Myn Donos: -=nods and looks down=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
calls back over her shoulder:: Would you like any help in there?
Myn Donos: Any chance when we'll be able to visit him?
Wes Janson: No. -=gathers up rags and bloodied shirt and carries them
out to trash disposer=-
Fenig Durak: -s-
As you wish. ::She folded her hands behind her back and waited, watching
him carefully, but unmoving for now::
Doctor: Once
the Colonel's been put into bacta, visitors will be allowed.
Myn Donos: -=nods=- Thank you... -=walks out=-
Wes Janson: -=notices blood on body=- I'm going to take a quick shower...
Fenig Durak: ::she
nods:: I'll still be right here for when you're ready to go see Hobbie.
Wes Janson: -=lokos at destroyed door=- guess I'll be giving you a
free show thanks to myn... mind me to charge him for a new door
Fenig Durak: ::another
nod:: I won't peek
Myn Donos: -=gets to his quarters to find Adam standing there, holding
two boxes=- What's with the boxes?
Wes Janson: of course... you'll stare. -=steps into shower stall and
closes curtain, then tosses clothes over rail and turns water on=-
Fenig Durak: No, I won't stare either. If I ever
see you naked, I would prefer it to be on equal terms, hmm? ::Her strategy
was to keep him talking so that she knew he was still ok::
Adam Lyons: What's with the commotion?
Myn Donos: -=growls=- Find out for yourself...now what's with the
boxes?
Wes Janson: hey, if you want...
we have a big enough shower stall -=chuckles=-
Adam Lyons: Well, there's X-wings in
here and I wanted to know if you could paint them for me...
Fenig Durak: Not that
I'm not tempted, but I don't think you're in any state to handle the sight
that is Fenig. ::Her laughter joiend his::
Myn Donos: -=sighs=- It won't be done today, I can get around to it
tomorrow, any specific designs or colors?
Wes Janson: What, you're oily all over? -=laughter muffled while washing
face=-
Fenig Durak: No,
your mental state isn't stable enough
Wes Janson: Oh well, then I guess you're never going to get to behold
the sight that is Janson because my mental state has gone to Kessel
Adam Lyons: One with red stripes and
the other with yellow, and with shark's mouths on the noses of both of
them.
Fenig Durak: I'll
make sure it comes back. ::The cocky grin on her face dripped from her
tone::
Myn Donos: Is this for that redhead I keep seeing around?
Adam Lyons: Estra? Yeah...it's her
little brothers' birthdays this weekend.
Wes Janson: -=turns water off and hand comes out of shower stall to
grab a towel... covvered in shampoo=- oh sith...
Myn Donos: Estra? Reminds me of this story called, "You are the one
of the Future"...but yeah I'll do it.
Fenig Durak: Need
a towel?
Wes Janson: Unless you want to help dry me with your hands. -=sticks
head out of curtain=-
Wes Janson: -=twinkles eyes=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
peeks around the doorway:: Don't tempt me
Wes Janson: -=grins=- Towels are in the hall closet.
Fenig Durak: Don't
go anywhere, I'll be right back. ::She winked and went to get a towel::
Adam Lyons: -=grins, gives Myn the
boxes=- Thanks, I owe you one. -=walks off to tell Estra the good news=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
comes back with a towel and stops at the doorway, leaning in a little
and stretching her arm out as far as it would reach.:: Here you go
Myn Donos: -=laughs=- Sure -=grins and shakes his head=- Kids...
-=opens his door and walks in=-
Wes Janson: -=looks at towel=- I'm going to need something a bit bigger,
dear...
Myn Donos: -=puts the boxes on desk
and goes and checks his messages=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
smirked and looked down at the standard sized towel:: A bit ambitious,
aren't we?
Wes Janson: Just truthful... that are janson sized towels on the bottom
shelf.
Fenig Durak: ::she
threw the current towel at him and left to go get another.::
Wes Janson: -=chuckles and uses towel to scrub dry hair=-
Myn Donos: -=notices that several are from Kirney and grins=- I'll
save those for later.
Fenig Durak: ::She
came back with a 'Janson sized' towel and leaned in just like before,
not even a toe set into the fresher:: Better?
Wes Janson: -=tries to reach out for towel=- yeah, now if you can just...
hand... it .... to me.....
Fenig Durak: Uhg.
::She rolled her eyes and stepped closer:: Better?
Wes Janson: closer....
Myn Donos: -=goes and lies down on his bed=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
eyed him but took a baby step closer::
Wes Janson: closer.........
Fenig Durak: Wes...
::she had a mildly warning tone, but again, took another baby step::
Wes Janson: -=flings wet towel at her head while grabbing the large
dry one=- thanks.
Fenig Durak: ::She caught the towel just as it
hit her face, groaning her frustration::
Wes Janson: -=closes curtain and rubs self dry, then wraps towel around
waist and opens curtain=-
Fenig Durak: ::She stepped back out of the fresher
and leaned in her previous spot::
Wes Janson: -=walks to room and quickly gets dressed then enters the
main room=- Shall we go?
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