[thread] Oh, the mistletoe hung where you can see. . .
Characters: OU Jaina Solo, OPEN
Where: The square, near the bank
When: During the mistletoe plot
Summary: She's stuck and none too happy about it. But.. if you're brave, kiss her.
Warnings: Snark, language, possible violence, kisses.
Just how had this happened? For once, the Jedi who'd been wholly confident in her abilities to sense a trip had been had. Rooted to the spot by what she could only surmise was a field, either ray shields, or something that increased the pull of gravity, or--more pervertedly ironic, the Force itself. Whatever the cause, the petite dark-haired young woman was none too impressed. Standing with her arms crossed beneath a plant she had never seen before, she had just been told that she would be unable to move unless someone kissed her.
"What the sith is up with this?!" she snarled, and attempted to levitate her body through the Force. Closing her burning eyes, she focused intently upon her body mass--and where she'd like to go. Opening her eyes, she looked up. And growled. No such luck. Jaina was quite irate as the time passed, one hour, then two.
Things like hunger and thirst were at the very back of her mind--what she wanted to do was kill the idiot who had dared to trap her thusly. Like sithspit was she going to kiss anyone who wasn't him. And if any women got any ideas, she'd try to raise them from the dead and kill them all over again.
Where: The square, near the bank
When: During the mistletoe plot
Summary: She's stuck and none too happy about it. But.. if you're brave, kiss her.
Warnings: Snark, language, possible violence, kisses.
Just how had this happened? For once, the Jedi who'd been wholly confident in her abilities to sense a trip had been had. Rooted to the spot by what she could only surmise was a field, either ray shields, or something that increased the pull of gravity, or--more pervertedly ironic, the Force itself. Whatever the cause, the petite dark-haired young woman was none too impressed. Standing with her arms crossed beneath a plant she had never seen before, she had just been told that she would be unable to move unless someone kissed her.
"What the sith is up with this?!" she snarled, and attempted to levitate her body through the Force. Closing her burning eyes, she focused intently upon her body mass--and where she'd like to go. Opening her eyes, she looked up. And growled. No such luck. Jaina was quite irate as the time passed, one hour, then two.
Things like hunger and thirst were at the very back of her mind--what she wanted to do was kill the idiot who had dared to trap her thusly. Like sithspit was she going to kiss anyone who wasn't him. And if any women got any ideas, she'd try to raise them from the dead and kill them all over again.