Arriving unusually late to the party, April staggered as she held onto the shiny ivory arm of a Storm Trooper. She seemed almost determined to walk straight into a wall, and after nearly tripping over other guests, the Storm Trooper managed to pull April aside. He got her a chair and a glass of water.
"Are you going to be able to get your shit together and do this?" The Trooper demanded of April with much sass.
She laughed and pushed the water away. Taking the time to fuss with the purple skirting of the otherwise skimpy two-peice costume which left very little to the imagination, April swayed on her feet. She tossed her head in a gesture of defiance, though no wavy chestnut hair whipped over her shoulder; instead it was confined to a braid wrapped into a circular bun. 'Slave Leia' put a hand on one hip and pointed at the neckwear, hinting at something.
"Are you always such a pig?" April slurred, turning her back to the Trooper as he somewhat clumsily removed his gloves and assisted her in taking off one peice of jewelry that didn't fit the costume. As the silver necklace dropped away, April's hand went to her throat. She sucked in a raspy breath and shut her eyes against the rush of sensation, opening them slowly and looking up with thier now silvery-white irises.
"Why, jealous?" The Storm Trooper quickly grabbed ahold of April's wrist, and her breathing quickly sped up as if she were having an asthma attack.
She slapped at him to little effectiveness as the armored Trooper chuckled and turned away, hurrying to get the gloves back on.
"I've got other things to do.. Don't screw this up!" he ranted before leaving April standing alone and backtracking through the crowd to make it seem as if he were exiting.
April slowly steadied her shaking hands as she looked down at them and the glass, watching with an almost surrealness as she took the frosted glass and drank a sip of water, then placed it back on the table.
With the same dazed and vacant look, 'Leia' casually sauntered through the crowd of people, brushing up against someone here, bumping someone there.
Occationally her lack of much clothing would make contact with someone's bare skin, and that was all it took for the power to begin to flow.
Amp's augmentation ability was turned up to 11 as she moved with the music, picking through the tightest squeeze of dancers on the floor, appearing careless.
"Are you going to be able to get your shit together and do this?" The Trooper demanded of April with much sass.
She laughed and pushed the water away. Taking the time to fuss with the purple skirting of the otherwise skimpy two-peice costume which left very little to the imagination, April swayed on her feet. She tossed her head in a gesture of defiance, though no wavy chestnut hair whipped over her shoulder; instead it was confined to a braid wrapped into a circular bun. 'Slave Leia' put a hand on one hip and pointed at the neckwear, hinting at something.
"Are you always such a pig?" April slurred, turning her back to the Trooper as he somewhat clumsily removed his gloves and assisted her in taking off one peice of jewelry that didn't fit the costume. As the silver necklace dropped away, April's hand went to her throat. She sucked in a raspy breath and shut her eyes against the rush of sensation, opening them slowly and looking up with thier now silvery-white irises.
"Why, jealous?" The Storm Trooper quickly grabbed ahold of April's wrist, and her breathing quickly sped up as if she were having an asthma attack.
She slapped at him to little effectiveness as the armored Trooper chuckled and turned away, hurrying to get the gloves back on.
"I've got other things to do.. Don't screw this up!" he ranted before leaving April standing alone and backtracking through the crowd to make it seem as if he were exiting.
April slowly steadied her shaking hands as she looked down at them and the glass, watching with an almost surrealness as she took the frosted glass and drank a sip of water, then placed it back on the table.
With the same dazed and vacant look, 'Leia' casually sauntered through the crowd of people, brushing up against someone here, bumping someone there.
Occationally her lack of much clothing would make contact with someone's bare skin, and that was all it took for the power to begin to flow.
Amp's augmentation ability was turned up to 11 as she moved with the music, picking through the tightest squeeze of dancers on the floor, appearing careless.