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[Tybalt Tur'ilian]

Tybalt lay on his back behind the stage. Hidden carefully behind a black velvet curtain, his head rested on the edge of the carpeted platform supporting him. He held a magazine before his face, squinting slightly in the poor light. He turned a page and the centerfold tumbled out over his chest.

Yes... he hissed to himself, rearranging the folds for his discreet viewing pleasure. A special feature of the issue, the centerfold featured a frame by frame series of photos, each one containing the same girl. It wasn't boring however, for as you continued down the line of pictures, they all displayed a few less articles of clothing.

Tybalt loved the old porn magazines. Digital images were so impersonal.

He tapped his tail in time with the constant rhythm of the dance music, feeling the vibrations through his back. As the sounds continued to lull him into a false sense of security, he failed to notice the footsteps heading in his direction.

[Daniella Tur'ilian]

[Takes place after the Praying for Change thread]

It had taken a bit more courage than she had had to come to this place. The city planet. Lights, noise, and so many people she felt sick. She constantly dodged around the swarming crowds and tucked herself away into quiet alleyways that seemed less intimidating than the open streets. It was a bit overdone, more so than she thought it would be anyway, and all she wanted to do at this point was go back to her small business in Corellia.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the noise was somewhat cut off by the close walls surrounding her. She wasn't doing well. Not at all. She had hoped to find someone that knew the whereabouts of her father, or the remains of him anyway. She couldn't even walk don't a street without being struck with some horrid fear of large groups of people, that seemed to be every where. She had never experienced anything quite like this, so of course she didn't know what to expect. The most she had ever seen in one place was at the lounge in the Corellian city she had lived near.

Lounge. Bar. Club. Much more quiet than the streets. No screaming children of different races, or street venders constantly bellowing their deals in her sensitive, cat-like ears.

Hello, my child..

One glance at the man behind her and she was back out into the streets. She squealed something horrible and ran in the nearest doors she could find, hoping that whoever that was, hadn't followed her. It seemed she was in luck, until she discovered the band on stage, the people seated before her, and the bar service were all staring at her.

Offering a sheepish smile, she wandered around until she reached the bar counter. "Have you heard of... a man named Tur'ilian?" She inquired to the man behind the counter, awaiting her order. He offered her a skeptical glance before gesturing to the stairs that led up to the back of the stage. She arched a brow and canted her head toward them.

"Aye, miss. He is back there, slumming on the job no doubt. Wouldn't figure he'd be mindin' if you dropped in. Just be quiet. The band be playin'."

She nodded and carefully moved toward the short flight of stairs. When she had reached their end, a small card drifted from the laying figure before her, no doubt from the magazine he was reading, and slipped beneath her booted foot. Picking it up, she read aloud.

" 'Receive 2 previously unreleased, steamy issues after a months subscription. Limited edition key chain also included if you send us your money NOW. Don't miss out.' " She looked at the woman displayed on the front of the magazine subscription order form and made sure to read the small offer in a voice, she imagined, the woman would say it in. It was positively appalling. She looked down at the boy, who obviously shared some similar features and frowned.

"You are...?"

[Tybalt Tur'ilian]

Tybalt started at the sudden interruption, jumping high and landing on all fours with his cat-like manner. His magazine lay sprawled on the floor and he rushed to cover the revealing poses of the women inside. He tucked the magazine into the back of his pants before drawing up to his full height. He was at least three inches taller than the girl in front of him, but still appeared intimidated.

His eyes were bright with anger and embarrassment, and he took a naturally defensive position on account of the interruption. Just who did she think she was? Barging in on a man's private time; it was a disgusting act of pompous disreagardfor his personal space. This is all her fault, he told himself, failing to acknowledge his neglected duties in the sound booth and the angered manager waiting for him in the office.

He observed her for a moment, the smouldering anger fading to a sense of confusion as he regarded her features. She obviously didn't bleong here, for Tybalt knew every worker in the club and her clothes were foreign. Still, he couldn't shake the aura of familiarity about her.

She stood tall but relaxed, with the smallest of girns smeared at the corner of her lips. She had a beautiful body, trim and fit, even if her clothes were a bit raggy. She had a smattering of spots spread over her body and her eyes glowed green in the darkness. Spots of silver shone from various piercings on her body. A working girl, he guessed, noting the muscles flexing in her arms. But what capitvated him the most was her face.

He kept staring, but gained the sense atleast to answer.

"I'm the lighting technician. Who are you?" he asked, trying his best to sound confident.