I'nu
Feb 23rd, 2009, 01:45:40 PM
Pulling a Bindo
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Building picked at the sky, sort of like a finger to a booger. That is, if the classification is human. About a hand full of the kids were not. Young Hutts, Biths, Farghuls and more moved amidst the unruly crowd. A party was going on in the Upper Levels of Vorzyd V and all the privileged children were welcome to enjoy the festivities. This was just another day for the rich kids. All fun, no work, it was their life.
It was the life.
At least, I’nu saw it that way. He wasn’t privileged. He snuck in. Above shined half-lit bulbs, neon, and the room was lust. Each person was drenched, beautiful, and open. Off to the side two girls kissed; they were hired models. The party was hosted by a girl I’nu knew back on Corulag. She used to be Esta, the Fallen, and a socialite. Now she goes by Es, a B-list actor. Still looked Fallen, but no one noticed. To the crowd she was a celebrity. I’nu still had to sneak in.
Bunched up next to Biks, the tattoo artist (Es’ ex-boyfriend), I’nu couldn’t see. The room was dark, beside the lights. Everyone was dancing, and I’nu wasn’t eager to make a fool of himself. It wasn’t that he couldn’t dance, but that wasn’t the objective. I’nu had come to waste time, not make time. Anytime he got involved, he got involved. There was no half-doing it with parties like this. Either you wake up confused, on someone’s bed, or near a toilet throwing up, or you go home with both eyes wide open. There was no middle ground.
I’nu would talk, chit-chat, get some contacts, and leave. That was the plan. Would it work? He didn’t know, but I’nu wanted go out. The motel was lame, and he was stuck in the lower levels. No one paid him any mind, except the bums. They always had their hands out, begging. It was sad. He hated it. I’nu fled to Bik’s parlor and didn’t look back. Later on he planned to get back and finish the business he had come here to do, but that was later.
As of now, he planned to enjoy himself…a tad.
“So your names I’nu. How cute.”
The girl didn’t remember him. About a year ago she was in his class, back on Corulag. She wasn’t popular than, just knew Esta. Times had changed. I’nu smirked. Hands dipped in his pockets, eyes straying for a second to the crowd, and back at her, he nodded. He kept coy, though. I’nu always played the flirting game quite well.
“Yaaah…? Well I dink y’a lot cuta’ than m’name is.”
She smiled. Bik faded off in the crowd. I’nu would follow, soon enough. There was no way he’d be left alone with this boring girl, at least not in this position. As she grinned it up, I’nu went for her hand. A quick grab later, he was pulling her off to the dance floor.
“Lets dance.”
I’nu had to waste some more time. No call had come in yet, and his prototype drawings were just waiting to be looked over. Plus, he had the actual prototype with him. Of course, with I’nu it was always pleasure before business, but he didn’t like Vorzyd V. Far too boring for his taste.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v706/LaLaBoogie/VorzydsUnrulyYouth-1.jpg
Building picked at the sky, sort of like a finger to a booger. That is, if the classification is human. About a hand full of the kids were not. Young Hutts, Biths, Farghuls and more moved amidst the unruly crowd. A party was going on in the Upper Levels of Vorzyd V and all the privileged children were welcome to enjoy the festivities. This was just another day for the rich kids. All fun, no work, it was their life.
It was the life.
At least, I’nu saw it that way. He wasn’t privileged. He snuck in. Above shined half-lit bulbs, neon, and the room was lust. Each person was drenched, beautiful, and open. Off to the side two girls kissed; they were hired models. The party was hosted by a girl I’nu knew back on Corulag. She used to be Esta, the Fallen, and a socialite. Now she goes by Es, a B-list actor. Still looked Fallen, but no one noticed. To the crowd she was a celebrity. I’nu still had to sneak in.
Bunched up next to Biks, the tattoo artist (Es’ ex-boyfriend), I’nu couldn’t see. The room was dark, beside the lights. Everyone was dancing, and I’nu wasn’t eager to make a fool of himself. It wasn’t that he couldn’t dance, but that wasn’t the objective. I’nu had come to waste time, not make time. Anytime he got involved, he got involved. There was no half-doing it with parties like this. Either you wake up confused, on someone’s bed, or near a toilet throwing up, or you go home with both eyes wide open. There was no middle ground.
I’nu would talk, chit-chat, get some contacts, and leave. That was the plan. Would it work? He didn’t know, but I’nu wanted go out. The motel was lame, and he was stuck in the lower levels. No one paid him any mind, except the bums. They always had their hands out, begging. It was sad. He hated it. I’nu fled to Bik’s parlor and didn’t look back. Later on he planned to get back and finish the business he had come here to do, but that was later.
As of now, he planned to enjoy himself…a tad.
“So your names I’nu. How cute.”
The girl didn’t remember him. About a year ago she was in his class, back on Corulag. She wasn’t popular than, just knew Esta. Times had changed. I’nu smirked. Hands dipped in his pockets, eyes straying for a second to the crowd, and back at her, he nodded. He kept coy, though. I’nu always played the flirting game quite well.
“Yaaah…? Well I dink y’a lot cuta’ than m’name is.”
She smiled. Bik faded off in the crowd. I’nu would follow, soon enough. There was no way he’d be left alone with this boring girl, at least not in this position. As she grinned it up, I’nu went for her hand. A quick grab later, he was pulling her off to the dance floor.
“Lets dance.”
I’nu had to waste some more time. No call had come in yet, and his prototype drawings were just waiting to be looked over. Plus, he had the actual prototype with him. Of course, with I’nu it was always pleasure before business, but he didn’t like Vorzyd V. Far too boring for his taste.