[Jyn doesn't like this. Not just because what's emblazoned across her chest, but because it physically is also revealing. The long white shirt comes up high on her mid-thigh, and she's constantly pulling down on it, trying to make sure she doesn't bend over too much. It makes her less personable than she already is, confused and trying to get out of this.
But the fact fact her shirt says "Ask me about the Resistance" makes her even more uncomfortable. If Cassian were here, he wouldn't like it. She shouldn't be thinking of him here and now, the mix of feelings right now aren't something she's able to process right now. She just needs to try and get through this. Maybe if she just tries and approaches the nearest person to her as diplomatically as possible, she can just get this over with.]
So what does yours mean? [She asks, not even looking at their shirt, but getting to write down whatever she needs to.]
( on a flip chart; m/f only )
[Being pulled into this ridiculous outfit just with her underthings on is even more uncomfortable than the other shirt. She tries to pull off against the other person, not trying to be rude, but not really wanting to make introductions or small talk right now. Not when she's already pressed tightly against them.]
What do they even want?! [She exclaims already getting exhausted from trying to fight off the constrictive shirt that seems to just push her closer to the other person. Finally she stops and looks up at the other person.
Maybe this is the reason why they put her in this. She's not going to be the best Dominant, and they're already trying to get her in line. Too bad Jyn Erso never took instruction all that well.]
( the long way around )
Come on, darling, [One of the booth attendants tries to get her to come over. Jyn insists she's fine, but she doesn't have much of a choice. Maybe it's because she looks so new, so out of place even in this market. The attendant sprays the perfume bottle, and the strawberry vanilla scent fills the air. She coughs and just about punches the guy when she realizes that the contact of her fist to his chest feels... different.
She should leave right now. Wide eyes look around, her pupils growing wide from the effects of the perfume before she's dashing out. On her way out she full on collides with someone near the door.
Please don't be guards. Please don't be guards....]
ooc: m/f prefs for anything shippy/ smutty. she's taken pre-death so she doesn't know about the fate of scariff/ the death star plans.
Jyn Erso | Star Wars | Dominant
[Jyn doesn't like this. Not just because what's emblazoned across her chest, but because it physically is also revealing. The long white shirt comes up high on her mid-thigh, and she's constantly pulling down on it, trying to make sure she doesn't bend over too much. It makes her less personable than she already is, confused and trying to get out of this.
But the fact fact her shirt says "Ask me about the Resistance" makes her even more uncomfortable. If Cassian were here, he wouldn't like it. She shouldn't be thinking of him here and now, the mix of feelings right now aren't something she's able to process right now. She just needs to try and get through this. Maybe if she just tries and approaches the nearest person to her as diplomatically as possible, she can just get this over with.]
So what does yours mean? [She asks, not even looking at their shirt, but getting to write down whatever she needs to.]
( on a flip chart; m/f only )
[Being pulled into this ridiculous outfit just with her underthings on is even more uncomfortable than the other shirt. She tries to pull off against the other person, not trying to be rude, but not really wanting to make introductions or small talk right now. Not when she's already pressed tightly against them.]
What do they even want?! [She exclaims already getting exhausted from trying to fight off the constrictive shirt that seems to just push her closer to the other person. Finally she stops and looks up at the other person.
Maybe this is the reason why they put her in this. She's not going to be the best Dominant, and they're already trying to get her in line. Too bad Jyn Erso never took instruction all that well.]
( the long way around )
Come on, darling, [One of the booth attendants tries to get her to come over. Jyn insists she's fine, but she doesn't have much of a choice. Maybe it's because she looks so new, so out of place even in this market. The attendant sprays the perfume bottle, and the strawberry vanilla scent fills the air. She coughs and just about punches the guy when she realizes that the contact of her fist to his chest feels... different.
She should leave right now. Wide eyes look around, her pupils growing wide from the effects of the perfume before she's dashing out. On her way out she full on collides with someone near the door.
Please don't be guards. Please don't be guards....]
ooc: m/f prefs for anything shippy/ smutty. she's taken pre-death so she doesn't know about the fate of scariff/ the death star plans.