The_gladiator
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Ain't it funny how a man's life can be reduced,
To one night stands*
note: this thread is open to interested females
the character involved may or may not settle down with someone, not at first anyway.
this story is set in a world of technology, analogus to the star wars universe, but not identical.
IC
His life had gone down the toylet. He had been a military man once. A fighter pilot. He had been respected, loved even. How could one man fall so far. He had been married once. There might have even been children in their future. Funny how life can change a person. His life boiled down to one night. He had gotten drunk at a bar on some world he didn't even remember now. She had been willing, so had he. One thing lead to another, they had fucked. God had it been good sex, the best he could ever remember having, or was that merely an effect of the alcohol? He couldn't remember. Either way, his wife had found out. She had publically divorced him on the news. Her rich family using their influence in the government and military, to get him drummed out of commission. He was a "Disgrace to the name of naval Lieutenant." So he became who he was today. He still was hansome with his slightly longer than military regulation black hair and blue eyes. He lived in a fog of periotic alcoholic binges, and wirlwind one night stands. He hadn't lost an ounce of his sex appeal, and some people didn't care that he was disgraced, they wanted to fuck him because he was famous, others because he was hansom, still others, for other reasons, maybe pitty. He was a once decent man, who screwed up, and just couldn't make amends for it.
Pavel Savinski sat in the middle of the bar, stairing down at his card chips in the middle of a long night of gambling. It was his most steady form of income these days. These days, he thought to himself. He had a decent hand, 2 pairs, he could trade in one card... . ..
the game wore on and he won a little and lost a little
he won more, and dropped out. He then moved to the bar to order an ale, as he scanned the bar, maybe there was a woman who'd want company tonight. He wasn't drunk tonight, maybe he'd end up with someone worth while this time, not someone wanted to exploit the drunk x famous fighter pilot, hero of the Imperial Alliance. He scoughed at his own title. That had been him, they had even made holodramas about him, as if.
he needed someone to take his mind off this day, at least he was sober he thought. "Need to grow a mustache." he muttered under his breath, "Maybe then they won't recognise me." he snorted, "Not likely." If they didn't recognise the hair or the blue eyes, or his height, they would recognise the scar running along his cheakbone. Courtacy of a vibroblade years ago. He never had paid to have the scar removed. And these days, he couldn't afford to have it removed, even if he wanted to. He took a deep breath and sighed trying to fan some of the bar's smoke out of his face. There had to be a woman in the place, but so far he hadn't found one yet.
*ooc: lyrics from Trace Adkins "One Night stand"
To one night stands*
note: this thread is open to interested females
the character involved may or may not settle down with someone, not at first anyway.
this story is set in a world of technology, analogus to the star wars universe, but not identical.
IC
His life had gone down the toylet. He had been a military man once. A fighter pilot. He had been respected, loved even. How could one man fall so far. He had been married once. There might have even been children in their future. Funny how life can change a person. His life boiled down to one night. He had gotten drunk at a bar on some world he didn't even remember now. She had been willing, so had he. One thing lead to another, they had fucked. God had it been good sex, the best he could ever remember having, or was that merely an effect of the alcohol? He couldn't remember. Either way, his wife had found out. She had publically divorced him on the news. Her rich family using their influence in the government and military, to get him drummed out of commission. He was a "Disgrace to the name of naval Lieutenant." So he became who he was today. He still was hansome with his slightly longer than military regulation black hair and blue eyes. He lived in a fog of periotic alcoholic binges, and wirlwind one night stands. He hadn't lost an ounce of his sex appeal, and some people didn't care that he was disgraced, they wanted to fuck him because he was famous, others because he was hansom, still others, for other reasons, maybe pitty. He was a once decent man, who screwed up, and just couldn't make amends for it.
Pavel Savinski sat in the middle of the bar, stairing down at his card chips in the middle of a long night of gambling. It was his most steady form of income these days. These days, he thought to himself. He had a decent hand, 2 pairs, he could trade in one card... . ..
the game wore on and he won a little and lost a little
he won more, and dropped out. He then moved to the bar to order an ale, as he scanned the bar, maybe there was a woman who'd want company tonight. He wasn't drunk tonight, maybe he'd end up with someone worth while this time, not someone wanted to exploit the drunk x famous fighter pilot, hero of the Imperial Alliance. He scoughed at his own title. That had been him, they had even made holodramas about him, as if.
he needed someone to take his mind off this day, at least he was sober he thought. "Need to grow a mustache." he muttered under his breath, "Maybe then they won't recognise me." he snorted, "Not likely." If they didn't recognise the hair or the blue eyes, or his height, they would recognise the scar running along his cheakbone. Courtacy of a vibroblade years ago. He never had paid to have the scar removed. And these days, he couldn't afford to have it removed, even if he wanted to. He took a deep breath and sighed trying to fan some of the bar's smoke out of his face. There had to be a woman in the place, but so far he hadn't found one yet.
*ooc: lyrics from Trace Adkins "One Night stand"
