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Member Since: 12/21/11
Gen. Alis'heen'ameyElite Girly Girl(Also Pilot)
"Okay, like, remember, it only counts as being stuck in the mud if you can't get yourself unstuck before anybody finds you." Sheena said to herself with attempted good cheer. She had indeed wondered off in to the swamp, because her dislike of muck and grime sadly didn't outweigh her own ditziness, and she hadn't really thought about what she was doing. And sure enough, not only had she headed in completely the wrong direction, but her high heels had proven utterly impractical for the mud, and she'd sunk to her ankles and found herself totally stuck rather quickly. Sheena was spoiled, vain and girly beyond belief, and as such, shockingly physically weak, and it turned out that she didn't have the strength required to get herself free.
She struggled and writhed on the spot for a bit, squirming uselessly, before giving up with a sigh.
"Aw, it's no good!" She whined out loud. "Better call somebody..." She reached round for her comm device, before pausing, looking at it. This was pretty embarrassing, after all. What was she going to say? She shrugged, and decided she was better off simply struggling more. She fought the mud the best she could, hopping from foot to foot, but neither would come free. Deciding to try and wrench her legs free, she leant forwards, gripping the edge of her stiletto boot with her hand still holding the comm unit, and pulled.
Sheena's well moisturised and soft manicured hands slipped clean away from the boots, and in her panic, she fumbled, dropping the comm unit. It splashed down in the mud, just out of her reach. She tried to lean forwards to reach it, but with her boots stuck, she didn't stand a chance.
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Darth RagnosSith LordMaleficar
Sheena was busy squirming and struggling in futility when she suddenly spotted the approaching Archon. She breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like she was saved! The mud around Sheena may have been ankle deep, but for anybody not wearing stilettos or with Sheena's utter pathetic physical strength, it was still relatively easy to move in. It was only the fact that Sheena was as weak as a six year old thanks to her spoiled nature and in towering high heeled boots that had gotten her so badly stuck. She looked back at him with his comment, and unfortunately due to Sheena's own incredible ditziness, his sarcasm failed utterly to penetrate her brain.
"Like, ewww, no! It's totes gross! I'm stuck!" Sheena announced, as if it wasn't painfully obvious from watching the ridiculously glamorous girl struggle. If her heavy make-up, practically sparkling, shimmering lip gloss, or glittering diamond jewellery didn't give away her spoiled rich nature, the overwhelming perfume that was so painfully strong getting close enough to free her could actually be difficult certainly would.
"Like, can you give me a hand? Like super mega ultra pretty please?" She asked hopefully.
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"Somehow, I kinda imagine Sheena's sense of smell must have stopped working a long time ago."
"You're trained in the Force, right? There's a lot of life on this planet. Finding her is going to be difficult. I want you to sense out, and see if you can find her. See what you can feel..."
"Like, thanks!" Sheena beamed, taking his hand. She struggled helplessly, even with his hand in her grip. "Uh, like, I think this is gonna take a lot of pulling on your part..." She said slightly miserably, clearly helpless herself. It was obvious that Sheena was really not cut out for this lifestyle.
One day she swore she'd learn her lesson...
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"Either way, that's probably where we'll find our missing damsel in distress. C'mon guys!"
"If you'd like to ride on my back..."
"Ready whenever you are. Just try to avoid pulling on my mane."
"C'mon, whatever it is, we can handle it. I sense our pilot's still alive, and since I don't think Sheena could defend herself from a wet paper bag, presumably whatever's out there isn't trying to cause harm to us, 'kay?"
"I think we're getting near. Certainly smells like it." She wrinkled her nose. "Either we're getting near to Dagobah's first perfume shop, or we're getting near to our missing girl..."
((OOC: I'm assuming Archon has moved on, since he's not posted in a while))
Unfortunately, just when it looked like the stranger was going to help Sheena to her freedom, he disappeared. Had he sensed the approaching Jedi, or did he have another reason for scurrying off? Sheena wasn't sure, but since she was still helplessly stuck, there was nothing she could do to follow him and find out. Fortunately for her, it seemed the Jedi group was close, and she heard them approaching. She tried to turn to face them, which was of course easier said than done.
"Hey! Hey, guys! Like, over here!" She called out, waving a manicured hand that jangled with diamond bracelets. She struggled to get to them, but still couldn't budge her boots at all. Of course, not that it mattered, this close to Sheena with her perfume, her glittering jewellery, her general sparkly manner, it was pretty much impossible to ignore her anyway. "Uh, I'm kinda stuck." She explained, not that it wasn't obvious anyway.
"I don't know. That'll be one of the questions I ask her when we find her."
. "Uh, I'm kinda stuck."
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