Soraya Taveres
Sep 16th, 2003, 01:12:16 PM
[OOC: If you'd like to participate in this RP, please refer to this (http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=31709) thread first in order to get an idea of what it's all about, thanks.]
welcome in my friend
out of the cold where it's warm
please step in
what's your name my friend
my name's the same
what a strange coincidence
glad you've come to this place
what's the pleasure you chase
oh, you like playing with speed
well I have all the answers you need
I can take you
high and make you
invincible
I'll never leave you
welcome in my friend
try some of this
what you'll feel is amazing
tap a tiny blast
in a crease of foil
place this flame beneath it
white smoke you will inhale
a speed rush you will exhale
the goose bumps prickle your skin
just enough to dig the hooks in
I can take you
high and make you
invincible
but now you're hollow
you're crawling on the floor
but you'll be back for more... yeah
hello there my friend
back for the sweet poison so soon again
but this lie must end
I must collect for those pleasures gave
when I first told you my name
I told you ours were the same
and that's not really a lie
my real name is your addiction
I will bring you
down and break you
burn right through you
won't regret you
---
On the corner of some nameless street in downtown Coruscant, there stood a little one-storey building which had, at one point, been a candy store -- as the rusty sign above the door so boldly declared. The door was loose on its hinges and the windows had been boarded up... even the small patches of dirt between the paving stones up front were overgrown with weeds.
And even though this Candy Store seemed abandoned, if one were to venture inside... deep, deep inside, down the rickety old wooden steps in the farthest corner of the back room and further underground into what was once the shop's storage space, and if this one could overcome the many safety measures employed there, one would perhaps stumble into a room with walls that shone blood-red.
Everything was bathed in this same deep crimson light, the basement rooms where Severe's main operations were based in having been revamped since Sway's departure. Gone were the ripped leather settees and coffee tables of old, to be replaced with a far more... professional look, composed almost entirely of glass and metal. Even the atmosphere of stale cigarette smoke had dissipated over time, but the musty impression of neglect still lingered.
Soraya reached for the bottle of whiskey lying on the computer panel in front of her, scrunching up her nose and grimacing as the liquid burned down her throat. Several small monitors flickered with images from the countless security cameras installed within and around the building on this panel, a magnified version of which was reflected on a much larger screen above.
Physically, she also appeared vastly different from the way she had been all those months ago, when Severe was still a thriving business, and when the ever-changing world of the fashion industry hadn't demanded that she lose her long blonde tresses in favour of bright orange, to accommodate for the latest 'alternative' trends (as paradoxical as that might sound). But, more important than her career as a revolutionary model was the reason why she had taken such a gamble by reinstating what was left of Severe.
Sway's disappearance had come at a stage when the company was at the height of success and with little prospect of going downhill anytime soon. Maybe the group's former leader had run off with some mysterious stranger, or maybe -- and this was more than likely -- she'd grown bored of what had originally started off as a hobby for the rebellious young daughter of one of Coruscant City's greatest entrepreneurs, and so had decided to undergo a name change yet again. It was impossible to tell, really.
What mattered most, however, was that the company had dwindled into little more than nothing in the several months that followed. Now, due to some random stroke of inspiration, Soraya had undertaken the arduous task of beginning to restore the group to its former glory (and quite happily assuming all the power it involved).
BEEP !
Had her face the ability to register emotion as easily as someone whose skin hadn't been encased beneath half a dozen stiff layers of foundation (the whole porcelain dead-dolly look was such a rage these days), the look on it now as her eyes widened could only be described as shock. Her comm, which had become detached from her side at some point during her 'meditation'-of-sorts, beeped incessantly from where it had fallen into the great trash-filled yonder that was the (now indistinguishable) floor.
"How did you do it, Sway ?" Soraya muttered under her breath, fumbling with the various empty takeaway cartons deposited by her feet in search of the missing comm-link. She passed her tongue absently over her recently acquired lip piercing, wincing slightly as the metal pressed against the inside of her mouth; as much as she loved her newfound power and all the bonuses it entailed, she was still finding it rather difficult to adjust to the role of leader.
Granted, she had always been second-in-command (so to speak) when Sway was around and in charge of things, but this whole management shindig would take some getting used to -- just when was the last time she had balanced accounts (illegal or not), anyway ?
Not that she'd ever allow her subordinates to figure out her insecurities, though... after all, how hard could it be, exactly ? Wrapping her fingers around the device, Soraya played around with a few of the buttons and waited for the Candy Store's front doorman (and hired gunman) to confirm the arrival of the company's newest recruits. Almost immediately the display on the largest screen behind her honed in to focus on only the cameras above the front entrance.
"Show them in, Randyl," she instructed the guard, eyes narrowed in scrutiny. Once this too was avowed, Soraya swivelled around on her chair and propped her elbows up on the large desk, legs crossed. If only it were possible to ignore her rather... colourful... appearance, she appeared quite the figure of authority.
Soraya cleared her throat. "Come in."
welcome in my friend
out of the cold where it's warm
please step in
what's your name my friend
my name's the same
what a strange coincidence
glad you've come to this place
what's the pleasure you chase
oh, you like playing with speed
well I have all the answers you need
I can take you
high and make you
invincible
I'll never leave you
welcome in my friend
try some of this
what you'll feel is amazing
tap a tiny blast
in a crease of foil
place this flame beneath it
white smoke you will inhale
a speed rush you will exhale
the goose bumps prickle your skin
just enough to dig the hooks in
I can take you
high and make you
invincible
but now you're hollow
you're crawling on the floor
but you'll be back for more... yeah
hello there my friend
back for the sweet poison so soon again
but this lie must end
I must collect for those pleasures gave
when I first told you my name
I told you ours were the same
and that's not really a lie
my real name is your addiction
I will bring you
down and break you
burn right through you
won't regret you
---
On the corner of some nameless street in downtown Coruscant, there stood a little one-storey building which had, at one point, been a candy store -- as the rusty sign above the door so boldly declared. The door was loose on its hinges and the windows had been boarded up... even the small patches of dirt between the paving stones up front were overgrown with weeds.
And even though this Candy Store seemed abandoned, if one were to venture inside... deep, deep inside, down the rickety old wooden steps in the farthest corner of the back room and further underground into what was once the shop's storage space, and if this one could overcome the many safety measures employed there, one would perhaps stumble into a room with walls that shone blood-red.
Everything was bathed in this same deep crimson light, the basement rooms where Severe's main operations were based in having been revamped since Sway's departure. Gone were the ripped leather settees and coffee tables of old, to be replaced with a far more... professional look, composed almost entirely of glass and metal. Even the atmosphere of stale cigarette smoke had dissipated over time, but the musty impression of neglect still lingered.
Soraya reached for the bottle of whiskey lying on the computer panel in front of her, scrunching up her nose and grimacing as the liquid burned down her throat. Several small monitors flickered with images from the countless security cameras installed within and around the building on this panel, a magnified version of which was reflected on a much larger screen above.
Physically, she also appeared vastly different from the way she had been all those months ago, when Severe was still a thriving business, and when the ever-changing world of the fashion industry hadn't demanded that she lose her long blonde tresses in favour of bright orange, to accommodate for the latest 'alternative' trends (as paradoxical as that might sound). But, more important than her career as a revolutionary model was the reason why she had taken such a gamble by reinstating what was left of Severe.
Sway's disappearance had come at a stage when the company was at the height of success and with little prospect of going downhill anytime soon. Maybe the group's former leader had run off with some mysterious stranger, or maybe -- and this was more than likely -- she'd grown bored of what had originally started off as a hobby for the rebellious young daughter of one of Coruscant City's greatest entrepreneurs, and so had decided to undergo a name change yet again. It was impossible to tell, really.
What mattered most, however, was that the company had dwindled into little more than nothing in the several months that followed. Now, due to some random stroke of inspiration, Soraya had undertaken the arduous task of beginning to restore the group to its former glory (and quite happily assuming all the power it involved).
BEEP !
Had her face the ability to register emotion as easily as someone whose skin hadn't been encased beneath half a dozen stiff layers of foundation (the whole porcelain dead-dolly look was such a rage these days), the look on it now as her eyes widened could only be described as shock. Her comm, which had become detached from her side at some point during her 'meditation'-of-sorts, beeped incessantly from where it had fallen into the great trash-filled yonder that was the (now indistinguishable) floor.
"How did you do it, Sway ?" Soraya muttered under her breath, fumbling with the various empty takeaway cartons deposited by her feet in search of the missing comm-link. She passed her tongue absently over her recently acquired lip piercing, wincing slightly as the metal pressed against the inside of her mouth; as much as she loved her newfound power and all the bonuses it entailed, she was still finding it rather difficult to adjust to the role of leader.
Granted, she had always been second-in-command (so to speak) when Sway was around and in charge of things, but this whole management shindig would take some getting used to -- just when was the last time she had balanced accounts (illegal or not), anyway ?
Not that she'd ever allow her subordinates to figure out her insecurities, though... after all, how hard could it be, exactly ? Wrapping her fingers around the device, Soraya played around with a few of the buttons and waited for the Candy Store's front doorman (and hired gunman) to confirm the arrival of the company's newest recruits. Almost immediately the display on the largest screen behind her honed in to focus on only the cameras above the front entrance.
"Show them in, Randyl," she instructed the guard, eyes narrowed in scrutiny. Once this too was avowed, Soraya swivelled around on her chair and propped her elbows up on the large desk, legs crossed. If only it were possible to ignore her rather... colourful... appearance, she appeared quite the figure of authority.
Soraya cleared her throat. "Come in."