Jaina's room- The Arms Hotel- Sunday morning

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Jaina saw in a chair in front of the window, gazing out pensively at nothing. She was getting married today, even if that was mostly a secret. It wasn't even that it was her first wedding. This might be the first one that ever ended in a marriage, though.

It had to! If she didn't marry Howard and end up in his will, how was she supposed to kill him and stop him from trying to crush the entire Skywalker empire while simultaneously taking hold of his fortune?

And yet...

No, she couldn't have second thoughts! She couldn't let the fact that Howard loved her derail her plan! She's blame a crisis of conscience but you needed a conscience to have a crisis of it. Even if Charles was back and didn't want her marrying someone less cute than him. Oh, she had so many thoughts!

She was interrupted from her reverie by a knock at the door. Jaina stood, pulled on the little matching robe over her red silk chemise, and went to answer it.


[I am heading to bed, but I had to post this. Obviously someone's at the door. It should be you. Yes, you. And I will answer when I wake up! Go ping.]

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"My career is nothing if I don't stop your family!" Talyn said, trying to push his way inside the room to arrest her. "Office Talyn Sun-Crichton stands for law and order and your ways are going to stop. I'm going to clean this town up with or without you in it. I'd suggest without!"

Jaina, of course, would listen to reason. She was sooooo reasonable.

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Reasonable Jaina took the opportunity to punch him right in the jaw. Not just slapping. Slapping led to making out and the director had really wanted to go in a different direction with this.

"Not on my wedding day," she badassed.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Talyn revealed backwards and away from her door. He hadn't expected that and he had to really milk the injury. A bruise bloomed quickly on his jaw and he stared at her, breathing hard, despite not really doing anything.

"You'll pay for that," he vowed, shaking his fist. "You and your whole family will pay!"

He'd need backup for this. So, with a final glare, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hall, still holding his aching jaw.