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Post by D'Anna on Dec 6, 2010 22:18:14 GMT -6
Where the crew will rest, the humanoid models that is, Centurions only need to recharge their batteries. (Evil laugh)
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Post by D'Anna on Dec 6, 2010 22:19:22 GMT -6
D'Anna's State Room near the CCC Leaving the CCC with her few belongings D'Anna looks at each room before picking the perfect one for her taste. She opens the door to the third room from the CCC and immediately knows this is her room. Closing the door she begins to put away her things and then sits down on the bed. She moves up and down testing it out and once she's satisfied she lays down on her side and closes her eyes. Soon she is fast asleep with the bedspread over her arms and her hand under her cheek.
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Post by D'Anna on Dec 7, 2010 20:45:37 GMT -6
After several hours of rest:
D'Anna wakes up and throws back the cover then stands up and takes goes to the clothing unit. She picks out a clean uniform and pulls the pants on. She then stretches a tight t-shirt over her head and adjusts it into place. Finally she pushes her toes into her shoes and brushes her hair into place.
D'Anna leans closer to the mirror and puts on a dab of eye mascara and a touch of light peach blush. She finishes with peach lipstick and a quick spritz of perfume. A musky woodsy fragrance.
Happy with her appearance she locks her stateroom behind her and heads out to explore the rest of her new home.
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nikita
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Post by nikita on Sept 15, 2011 19:07:24 GMT -6
Nikita had walked quickly to her quarters and went in. She projected a moonlit beach, with the outfit she wanted hanging from a tree. It was a slinky black catsuit with openings up the outside and inside of the legs, a deeply cut neckline and an open back. The legs of the suit had spats that her feet would fit through before the spike heels. She stripped completely then donned only the catsuit. The Six had to pull in places and rearrange her on attributes before it fit exactly the way she wanted. She refreshed her makeup and perfume and made her way to the exit from the room. Before she left, she projected it the way she wanted it. A fire appeared in on the sand, next to a very large quilt and pillow, which were spread out. A bottle of champagne in a tub of ice and two glasses appeared as well.
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Tiberius James
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Post by Tiberius James on Sept 15, 2011 23:19:13 GMT -6
Tiberius, after spending hours in the confines of the X-21, took a shower and had a shave. The fighter was comfortable, the conformal seating automatically shaping itself for him as well as cocconning his body against accelerations. The cocooning also acted as a barrier against shrapnel and, in emergencies, could seal him from vacuum. It had evolved from the old style seating. That cocooning was warm, though, and a good shower was always an appropriate thing after a flight. He padded out of the bathroom naked, and walked around the large bed. He often eschewed projecting himself into another place, feeling at home with the organo-mechanical interior of the ship. He used to use projection, but the symbiosis with Scar had drawn him away from that. The bond had seemed to make that part of his Cylon nature less distinct.
He walked over to the closet and went began to go through the casual outfits. He saw the old leather overcoats, the heavy black things, he used to wear. On a shelf was the golden metal arm sheath as well. He hadn't worn that in a long time, either. Finally deciding on a short leather jacket, jeans, and a button down shirt, he went to his underwear drawer, when a voice made him start.
"Aren't you supposed to have dinner with a girl at least, before you get naked?"
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nikita
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Post by nikita on Sept 16, 2011 5:06:15 GMT -6
She'd stood for some time, watching TJ strut around in the buff. When she spoke, he spun around, and her eyes dropped to watch his motion. She walked in all the way, heading over to slam the underwear drawer.
"You won't need those, but I approve of the rest of your wardrobe. Now get dressed, we have reservations." Reservations was a loose term, they could walk in and order anything at anytime. "Now, stop gawking, it's not like I haven't seen what you've got before, though it has been awhile." Nikita walked over to a chair to sit down, but bent forward deeply before placing her derriere in the chair. In case TJ was still watching, she'd give him a peek at what she had as well. Crossing her long legs, she sat back and looked on admiringly.
"The view's great from here, now, get dressed."
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Tiberius James
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Post by Tiberius James on Sept 16, 2011 5:12:57 GMT -6
TJ watched Nikita sit, knowing that she was displaying her wares to him. She had all the wiles still intact, and he couldn't - or didn't want to - suppress a twinge. Now that she'd seen all, he put on his jeans.
"Yes, I remember when you saw what I had, in the med center on Freyja. I was in a hospital bed, and you decided to play doctor with me," he replied with mild sarcasm. he'd been treated for the brain injury that had come from the hard maneuvering in Scar, before Commander Ivy had grounded him to heal because there was a problem with the rez process where he was involved. Sure, there was, it was the injection of Scar's DNA into his bloodstream, and it's binding with the DNA of his own brain to create the link between them. Lucifer had bodies for him to rez into, but the whereabouts of the IL were unknown, as were the new bodies. He had managed to keep this one alive and fully functional since then, with no injuries.
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nikita
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Post by nikita on Sept 16, 2011 5:20:29 GMT -6
"C'mon, TJ, you enjoyed it, you liked it all. I remember the moans, the writhing, the gasping, the begging for more, like it was yesterday." Nikita replied coyly. She licked her lips luxuriantly before opening them into an 'O', then giving TJ and air kiss. She'd seen his twinge; she knew he remembered their pleasure. Depending on how well she can make him remember, how much he's had since then, and how obsessed he still was with his X-21, she'd know how much charm to use. She'd been thinking of how she would go beyond his body to his heart. Maybe she'd bring up that Three, Knothead, who he'd had a fling with. Were they in love? If so, she could provide him with that and more than the Three could. They were the cold female models. Though Sixes could be just as cold, they had a warmth the Threes didn't, and Nikita was ready to melt TJ.
She sat patiently, waiting for TJ to dress and not making it look like she was staring at him though she was looking him over appreciateively. She wished now that she had worn one of the skirts with a slit up to the waist, but she knew that if she had her way, TJ would be seeing a lot more skin than now. Even if not tonight, it would happen.
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Tiberius James
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Post by Tiberius James on Sept 16, 2011 22:55:29 GMT -6
Tiberius put on his socks, since that was the only undergarment that Nikita 'allowed' him to wear. When he put on the tight black jeans, he made sure not to get his equipment caught in the zipper. If he hurt himself, he knew exactly who would perform the first aid, right there, and then he'd be right where she wanted him. He remembered that time in the Freyja's med bay, and the way she'd taken him then. He knew that she was going to use that against him.
After the jeans were safely buttoned, he put on the black t-shirt and then the black leather jacket. Slipping his feet into the loafers, he noticed that everything she'd picked out for him was quickly removable. She wasn't very obvious with her seduction, but they'd already been intimate. Maybe she didn't think playing that game would be the most successful. Maybe, though, she has something else she is being subtle about, something she hadn't tried on him before. He'd watch and wait.
When he was finished, he stood in front of the chair that Nikita had invited herself to sit into.
"Well? This 'date' seems to be your idea. Where are you taking me?"
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nikita
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Post by nikita on Sept 17, 2011 22:25:24 GMT -6
Uncrossing her long legs, the Six rose to her feet to face the Two. She was a tall model to start with, and the heels made her a bit taller than TJ. She liked that positon of being above. It wouldn't intimidate him, but it may make him more open to her being above him in other ways. The grasped the open front of his leather jacket and slid her hands down the edges, then reached inside to place her hands on his chest. The muscles were, if anything, harder than she remembered. He'd been working more since he healed from his head injury. She'd make it a point to explore in more depth later. She smiled sweetly.
"I thought we'd dine in one of the finer restarurants of Caprica City. The menu, the staff, the ambience, are divine - and not those silly Colonial gods!" She chuckled at her own joke. "Afterward, I though of a little dancing. You know how to dance, don't you? You really weren't up to it the last time we were together. Then, I thought we'd go back to one of our places for a drink. Take it easy. See where it goes."
She wasn't saying anything about stealing his heart. He'd remember her seduction of his body from the last time. But she knew that winning what's in a man's pants is far easier than what's in his chest. She'd take that a lot slower. She had to watch what she did and how he reacted. If she went too fast, he'd know she was faking. If it was too slow, he might lose interest. There were a lot of signs to watch for, subtle buttons to push. Tiberius James was probably the biggest challenge she'd faced before, but Nikita had never backed down yet.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2012 23:53:35 GMT -6
Stepping into the crew quarters, he turned to the Centurions as he sat down in the chair; "I miss the old Mark I Centurions much more talkative not to mention had more personality than the bimbo Six's."
Lying back in his chair, he knew he couldn't go back and insert himself into the Colonial fleet as a spy which meant he had to act on the knowledge he knew of here and now. They needed to make their move otherwise in the next 20 hours when Terra receives new codes his mission would be a failure meaning the Colonials would continue to breath while he and his brethern would be still fighting the mistake made 13 years ago.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2012 0:10:11 GMT -6
Approaching a hatch, knowing it was not vacant enters and stands in the doorway. A huge smile swipes across her face as she sees for her fresh eyes the Cylon whom finally returned home.
"Welcome home brother... its about frakking time you decided to return." She shuts the door behind her and locks it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2012 0:18:14 GMT -6
Taking a deep breath, he nodded while the Centurions headed over to the door to stand guard; "Doesn't feel like I've returned home of course Cavil isn't here either. Has anyone told you the true reason why the Seven's were exiled," pausing as he got up to pace the room, "we were successful. The Colonials told us everything, we blended in and when we did return home the Centurions and Eights loved us but everyone else hated the Sevens. Took a while to exile all of us but I made a deal and spared my life...but enough about history."
Slipping off his shoes, he approached her as he took a seat on his sofa; "Just resurrected so what ship were you on and anything you want to share?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2012 0:25:26 GMT -6
"I wouldnt worry about Cavil.. he is overrated." Walks over to the couch, sitting on the arm as she listens intently. " Eights are just pets of humans and Cavil... weak or some of them."
She looks at him with the intent to understand why the Sevens were hated so much, maybe her being honest will help her in her quest. " If you must know I am the Alter ego of a Colonial implanted in a Six that has been resurrected many times and under many names. Best known as Dark Smurfie and Helena." She clears her throat and looks around the quarters to see that he has everything needed. " Need anything that I cant see?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2012 0:47:13 GMT -6
Walks over to her as he listens to her speak as he moved over, most Sixes look the same to him as he took a deep breath; "I've been planted with the Colonials for thirteen years waiting for a time to strikes and to be honest, your the only Six that hasn't tried to kill me since I came back," leaning in as he kissed her staying close as he pulled away, "a companion unless Sixes don't do that?"
Grinning as he took a seat on the couch, lying back as he peered up at her; "I doubt there are too many places to rush off to."
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