Auction Charity Auction

[Ellie Mors]

The look of disappointment. - Lily​

"That's right, everything I inherited from my parents is for sale."​

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"I'll have three lots available, each a personal piece inherited from my father - I never got much from my mother, anyhow - and I'll start with a minimum bid of fifteen credits." The venom in the nineteen year-old's words could not be communicated any more harshly, being that she was literally giving a monetary value to everything her father had left her, or at least the 'valuables' she was placing out for sale.

"All proceeds from this auction will go to a charitable fund that will spend all of the earnings - all one-hundred percent - on giving children abandoned by their parents a new life, as well as orphans and other children who have to live without paternal or maternal care." Lily Kuhn declared.

Lot One (Current Winning Bid: [member="Sabrina Kotass"])

• Ring with a corusca gem (finest quality assured) set in as the gemstone.
• One platinum bangle, supposedly a family heirloom with the Kuhn family crest (supposedly) on the "front".
• An armorer that belonged to my grandmother, of old Tetan carpentry made from Wroshyr wood. Appraised at over three hundred credits.

​Lot Two (Current Winning Bid: [member="Sabrina Kotass"])

• Two platinum earrings studded with Solarbenite gems.
• One Heart of Fire stone (I'll even imbue it with my love, because it's so cheap.)

​Lot Three (Current Winning Bid: [member="Ezra Klev"])

• My father's collector Dejarik board. Appraised at some several thousand credits, pieces made of Corusca gem, the board itself being an aged Wroshyr wood. Non-Holographic.
• A necklace made of gold with a fire emerald pendant. Was given on my fifth birthday.

(Auction lasts until 08/16 (Or Sunday, if we're not going by dates) at 3:00 AM Eastern time)
(Please keep all bids IC. There will be an OOC topic posted in the Roleplay Discussion board for communication)

 

[Lief]

Hopes anyone can join in...

Adiara Drelas rarely paid attention to acts of charity. He had made his way up from nothing, being that the Jedi didn't believe in pay, and was doing perfectly okay without anyone else trying to care for him. With that said, there was one particular lot in this small auction that had gained his attention. It was a well known fact, at least to the few people who knew him, that Adiara enjoyed games. While Novacrown was his favourite, there were several others which piqued his curiosity and one such happened to be Dejarik. However he didn't really enjoy the holo-versions, and they were the only ones he had found so far. Until now, that was.

Sitting at the back of the room, he pondered on their worth to him. While he was just a smuggler by trade he rarely purchased anything and the ship he traveled in was scavenged moreso than bought. As a result he had a decent amount of savings stored up. Why not blow a good chunk of it on something he had been looking for over the course of many years? Leaning back in the seat the Morellian tapped his chin before finally placing a bid of one thousand credits on Lot Three. Sure it was steep in comparison to the opening bid, but he had no doubt that it would have ascended to such a price in no time. And besides, this was for charity, was it not?

[member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

For some reason or another, Lily thought that this sort of spitefulness and petty behavior would bring her a modicum of some sort of a good feeling - part of her even hoped her father, [member="Alric Kuhn"], came and showed her he cared enough to stop her from being such a brat - but so far it only made her more and more angry. She'd already downed her second bottle of wine, intent on going much further than that at the rate things were going, and kept an eye peeled for bids. One happened to come in while she was checking, by one Adiara Drelas ( [member="Snowflake"] ), and she promptly approved the bid. In truth she would probably end up raising less for this charity shin-dig than a couple of her starfighters went for.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"] [member="Snowflake"]

Slowly and with irritating confidence the Nautolan walked to an empty seat and sat calmly down. His large obsidian eyes stared lifeless and glassy like eyes of a porcelain doll at the girl and her items. Did they have value? Did anything? He knew all to well that a being would give uncountable sums for an sip of water if he was thirsty enough, he had even tested the theory. His plain, unadorned clothing covered his bone armor and the charms that hung from them and he made no signs of noticing any but the girl and her trinkets.

A thick black tongue licked dry lips as he opened his mouth in an effort to speak before snapping his jaws shut with an audible clack. He had not mastered his vocal prosthetic quite yet and so resorted to less vocal methods to convey his desire. His mind reached for the girl instinctively and halted mere moments before embracing, tasting, exploring her emotions with his mind, then simple entered a bid on his data pad and sent it to the auction house. It read simply and could never convey what his presence as a force wound could have told her.

"One thousand credits on lot two, please." it said. If they only knew what he was thinking and how...hungry he was. They would see the bid quite differently.

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"] [member="Snowflake"]

Sabrina she had guilty conscience, as she had left her own daughter with [member="Rexus Drath"]. Though she was making sure they where financially secure, she still felt wrong doing it. Though she was know mixing some people who made [member="Darth Odium"], look like a member of the Jedi order. She decide to try and ease her conscience a bit, by putting in outrageous bid on all three lot's. That way they made some real credit's, and not some minimal amount.
She decide to bid 3 million on each lot, she was not worried about the cash. It was just interest from the billion she had in the back, and not spending. The money was no real concern for her. Just wanted to ease her conscience, a little bit more.

Lot 1 three million credits please
Oh and three million on each of the other two lot's as well please

 

[Rose Kuhn]

Rose sat quietly in the corner of the auction house.

She hid her face beneath a large blue hood, her hands tucked into her pockets and her body made as small as it possible could be. Her eyes watched her sister as she threw her tantrum, her lips thin and her face soft. The rage that she had felt only days earlier, the anger and indignation at her fathers message had subsided. She didn't feel like acting out, she didn't feel like yelling or screaming, she didn't feel like much of anything at all actually.

All she had wanted in that moment was her sister.

Rose hadn't cared where, what, or why. She knew that her father was back, she knew that he was without their mother, Lily had inferred that much. That knowledge had sent her into a small spiral, and made her rather apathetic.

Listless eyes stared up at her sister as she raged and conducting her little auction. Her twin had stormed into the manor on Empress Teta, collected a few baubles and goodies from around the house and then had started this game for attention. She didn't understand this, didn't understand why Lily felt the need for this show. They could have spent time at home, they could have talked and decided what to do together. Instead her sister was doing this.

Her legs folded into her chest and her arms looped around them so that she sat like a child on the small chair, an easy thing to do considering how much weight she had lost. Her chin came to rest on her knee, and her eyes fell on her sister.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric moved quietly through the halls of the auction house. There was no entourage, no secretaries, no soldiers with him. He had come alone. There was no point in overcrowding, no point in making a show. He was here for one thing and one thing alone, his daughters.

He didn't care about the things Lily was selling. Unfortunately there were no such things as Kuhn family heirlooms, he had lost everything along with his sisters and parents decades ago when the Mandalorians had assaulted Empress Teta. Lily knew that of course, he had told them both. Still, he understood the motive behind it, he understood why she was doing it. She thought it would hurt him, that it would spring him into action. She was right in a way, but not because she was selling some baubles he had collected years ago.

It stung him because he had made himself clear, he had told them he would come and get them, all they had to do was send word.

He wasn't disappointed, he wasn't angry, he was concerned. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, his ears rang, and as he came closer and closer to the auction house he began to feel light headed. He heard Lily's booming voice, that small call of anger that seemed to resound so well. He stopped for half a second, simply listening. He heard a bid called out, another, then another. His lips thinned, and slowly be moved forward.

Alric turned, grasping the handles of the doors and pushing them open to enter the Auction Hall.

 

[Lief]

Adiara shook his head.

What kind of fool would throw away millions of credits on something listed at being appraised for just a few thousand? Clearly someone with more money than sense. Such a shame, perhaps he would have to have a Dejarik board crafted for himself instead... Although the Corusca Gems and the fine attention to detail which had gone into that which sat within Lot 3 made him somewhat miserable to have lost. There was no way he would bother to try and outbid for it. He simply did not have the credits.

As a result Adiara rose up, tipped his head in the direction of [member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"] and turned toward the door. As he strode toward the exit he made a note of the man entering, but he did not stop as he passed [member="Alric Kuhn"] by and exited out into the streets. It was unfortunate that the auction would be so short lived, but if the payment went through at least the Charity would benefit if nothing else. It had also solidified in his mind that auctions were most definitely not his thing. Back to his ship and low-life activities, he supposed.

 

[Ellie Mors]

And there were the words Lily wanted to hear - someone bidding on every item. Glancing up from her rapidly emptying glass, she saw with a distinct expression of disappointment that it wasn't her father. She grimaced, trying to at least appear cheerful at the prospect of charitable benefit that was certainly far more than what she'd expected to be offered - at best she expected maybe a thousand credits in each lot, perhaps five thousand tops - but to see three million credits dropped on each lot was mind-boggling. Being that she was the daughter of the man who ran Titan into its peak before he dropped off the face of the galaxy - and summarily out of her life - even the clothes-loving, money-spending, alcoholic teenager had never spent so close to ten million credits so quickly for something that would never benefit herself in the form of repayment. Nodding drunkenly to the attendant, whom had arrived once she let her aide know she was indeed intoxicated, she watched as all of the lots were updated with their newest, highest, bid. "S'not like he cars aneeways.." She slurred, spilling a little wine down the front of her dress.

Almost on time, though just as late as ever, the man of the hour burst into the auction hall, immediately flagged and holoprojected to the small corner of the room where she sat and reclined. [member="Alric Kuhn"]. Of course, Rose sat there, quiet as a mouse as ever, while Lily rolled to her side and sat the glass down on the floor and smiled at her father. Oh how crude she could be. Lily was reminded of a friend of hers that had once stood up to her own parents - the friend's - by going to a party with the "wild Kuhn twin", which happened to be Lily, and had came home as drunk as possible and acted like it just to piss her parents off. At the time she couldn't understand why she'd ever do such a thing, Lily having both of her parents drilling their love into her head at the time. But seeing her father alone, without her mother, with that firm expression, one which she assumed - albeit inebriated - to be disappointment, brought an entirely new clarity to the teenager's eyes. Perhaps she was the twin to blow everything out of proportion, the child to hold the longest grudges, and the brattiest, bitchiest, of the entire family, maybe that was all true; but she knew this was inexcusable. Lily wasn't out to just throw out the things that had meant the world to her - they still did, but for some reason she was on a self-destructive streak recently - nor just a grab for attention, not in the short term at least.

She would drag their family name through the mud until he realized just how much she'd idolized and almost worshiped the ground her father walked on that it had almost literally killed her to discover him simply gone.

And for him to just return, out of the blue? Kark him.

 

[Armand Temi]

With an unusual obsession, Ezra had been following the news of the sudden return of Titan CEO, Alric Kuhn, mostly from HNN, similar galaxy news outlets and Wookieepedia leaks. Most of the time these personal interest stories did not concern the Division Head of Imperial Intelligence, Bureau of Operations, but this one had its particular draw for various reasons that Klev jotted down in his case files on the Kuhn family.

The auction was not just a folly to the dark-haired agent. Obtaining an heirloom could be useful in obtaining information about the wealthy executive and his brood.

Ezra sat quietly in a seat in the back row of the auction room and raised his bidding card on the Dejarik board.

" Anonymous donor bids four million credits."

[member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"] [member="Ezra Klev"]

Sabrina smiled a the anonymous bid came in, some else had realized that it was not about the items on sale. They where just a draw, it was about the charitable contribution you could make. She held of out bidding them for know, as she wanted to know if others would put a bid in. As feeding orphans was more important than what was up for sale, and by helping like that. May be one day Emily might forgive her, though she had every right not to. A slight tear came down her eye as she thought about it, was she just that she born to run from family. After all she ran from her won when she was a child, and she ran from her own daughter and loving partner [member="Rexus Drath"]. She was going to have a giggle stick after this auction, to help calm her nerves, just the one mind you.

 

[Rose Kuhn]

"Dad." She practically breathed the word, making it barely audible.

There were noticeable differences surrounding him. His beard and hair were in a different style, his clothes looked somewhat less fine, but more importantly, the look of joy had drained from his features. She didn't know if it was because of this auction, she didn't know if it was because he was disappointed in Lily, but she saw it nonetheless. The look of joy, confidence, and eagerness that had always been painted upon her fathers face had simply melted away.

Rose stared silently, watching him, feeling the rage she had felt melt away.

She had been so angry, so upset when they had left. She had fallen towards the Sith, slaughtered innocents, cut through other apprentices, and had forged her way into becoming a Knight. She had done that on the back of the anger she had felt for her parents, on the ambition driven by wanting to prove that she was better than them, and now here she sat.

Her lips thinned, and her chin sank slightly as her expression folded into one of deep regret. She didn't know what to feel. The anger had drained away, and as her father wandered into the room she felt only anxiety tighten in her chest. Bright blue eyes cast over to Lily, as if her sister would provide some sort of answer, yet all she did was drunkenly blubber.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric didn't even look at the items being auctioned, he didn't even spare them a second glance. There was nothing of importance there, nothing that he really cared about. It was funny really, he was unaccountably one of the richest men in the entire galaxy. He had accumulated a massive amount of wealth through Titan, Astraeus, KC, and several other corporate ventures, and yet Alric Kuhn had no prized possessions. There were no necklaces, no lockets, no statues, or Dejarik boards that defined him.

There was only his family.

With his wife now gone, that left only his children.

He saw them, as his eyes scanned the room and found the private booth. His first sight was Rose, sitting with her knees tucked against her body, her face hidden. His second sight was Lily, stumbling and falling. A crashing mix of emotion fell upon him, his lips thinned and his hand slowly slid out of his pocket.

Alric felt joy at seeing them again, despair at seeing their state of being, and guilt at what he had done to them.

Without a second thought, without stalling or hesitation Alric moved across the auction hall. He ignored the speaker trying to stop him, he ignored the murmurs from some of the guests, all he did was move towards his daughters. There was no time wasted, and before one could utter a word Alric Kuhn stood in the doorway of the private booth.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Lily waived the approaching aide away - the auction house could deal with the auctions, and her head was already beginning to whirl. Whomever anonymous was just secured themselves the third lot of goodies with the dejarik board being the most notable. Lily, however, was far more interested in being as drunk as her body would allow her - and judging by the tightening in her gut, that was probably two or three drinks back. But who cared, right? [member="Alric Kuhn"] was walking right into her private booth, her eyes rolling while they remained half-closed, her expression extremely slackened, as though she'd just woken up - or had began to fall asleep. "S'look Rose, is dad." The red-head slurred, using quite a bit of focus to simply direct a pointed finger shakily in the direction of their father. With a giggle she stuck her tongue out and rolled onto her back, glancing back towards her sister, Rose. "St'l no mum." Lily stammered, fighting back the urge to let her voice slip. Really this whole debacle was insane. Who could she blame besides herself? Her mother? Father? The horrible drunken writer making this whole drama up?

When her father finally showed his face, up close and personal, Lily sneered. In reality a more sober version of her would have probably spent the day trying to reconnect, patch things up - she would have probably accepted her dad back after a bit of crying, maybe a little fight over what had happened to let out steam - but two years of spiraling down into the mess that she was today, laying quite literally at rock bottom, left little intelligent thought to work its way out of her head. What little maturity she had left, or dignity at that, was directly funneled into the corporate world. She'd heard the stories of her playboy father and his vast wealth, his success with the company that had flipped their lives upside down, and while she knew that emulating her father was impossible, the very thought of living two different lives was so enticing to her. Tonight was the sum of that mess, and Lily rolled towards her left to face her dad. "S'probl'm, not gonna buy stuff?" She prodded, a stupid grin plastered on her face. All she wanted was to see him react differently than the titan she'd grown up under, to keep her denial alive - that none of this all was real, that he wasn't real, just another impostor.

 

[Ellie Mors]

(OOC: Auction has concluded, below will be the various lots and their winning bidders)

• One: [member="Sabrina Kotass"]
• Two: [member="Sabrina Kotass"]
• Three: [member="Ezra Klev"]

 

[Rose Kuhn]

Rose tried to shrink.

She realized how impossible that was, how unlikely it was, but she tried to do it anyway. Her sister was acting like a fool, her father was standing there, and she felt like everyone was watching.

She didn't know how to deal with this. She didn't know if she wanted to deal with this. Her head shook from side to side and her face quickly found its way buried in her knees. There was nothing to say, nothing she could think to say. Part of her still wanted to yell, part of her still wanted to scream and beat her father for leaving. Yet a wholly different part wanted nothing more than to embrace him and simply hold him. It tore her apart, bit at her insides, and made her head pound.

There wasn't anything she could do.

A tightness grew in her chest, and slowly Rose peeked out from her small hiding place. She saw the look in her fathers eye, the pain, the guilt, the heartbreaking sadness at seeing the state of his daughters, and she found that she still could not forgive him.

There wasn't any anger within her, there wasn't any hate or even disappointment. She knew that she still loved him, she knew that he would always be her father, but when she tried so desperately to forgive him, Rose knew that it wasn't in her. The odd tightness in her chest loosened with that realization, and a stark look of determination fell over her features. She stood, her arms unbinding from her knees as she rose and stood before her father.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

For a moment Alric didn't say anything.

He watched one daughter drunkenly slur at her sister, then he watched the other try to retreat even further into herself. Guilt wracked him. A painful stab of the knife passed his ribs and into his heart. He felt like he had destroyed them, that he had somehow broken them. Tears welled in his eyes, and for a moment he closed them, trying to fight back the tidal wave of emotion that had come crashing down on them. When he hoped them again he was met with Rose's gaze.

Her look seemed to drill into him, and for a moment he stood, frozen.

There wasn't anything he could do or say, there wasn't anything that would grant him their forgiveness. There wasn't a magic few words that he could utter to make everything alright. Alric knew that, and he had come to terms with it before ever coming here. Slowly however he began to move forward, each step heavier than the last. Finally, he reached his daughters. He looked at them, watched them, seeing the stark determination on Rose's face.

He stood within a hairs breath of them, but had yet to say a word. Slowly he motioned for Rose to come closer. Hesitantly, she moved, taking two steps towards him. With one arm Alric reached down, slipping it around Lily and with immense strength pulling her up and into a tight embrace. With the other he grasped Rose, pulling her close and towards himself, holding both of his daughters in a hug.

 

[Ellie Mors]

She wanted to do something more stupid, to push him away, to do anything but accept him back - well, that isn't exactly true. Unlike most of the people Lily met, unlike most of the people in her family - and not in a bad way - even, Lily was like a two-layered person. She acted one way, when what she wanted was the opposite. She'd started it with people as the novel idea of 'reverse psychology', do one thing and you'll receive the opposite. For a long time it had worked, usually just being overly humble to get a piece of candy or something when she was younger, but eventually it took root as something she'd completely forgotten about, and right now she was being a spoiled brat, trying to make her dad angry, to make him upset with her, because she just wanted him to do exactly what he was doing now - hold her. She missed this the most, that warm embrace from the father than raised her, and she could never be upset with him once he did this. It was the same with everyone in her family. But, of course, a drunken Lily was still a drunken teenager, even if she was a year into adulthood. Her reaction to this hug, rather than to say something apologetic, to try to worm her way out of his grasp, was to simply cry. They weren't tears of sadness, they weren't a byproduct of the alcohol - though it certainly helped - but rather the joy that she was finally seeing her father again, even if she felt like absolute chit. "'m missed you, Daddy." She mumbled, trying her damnedest to keep her slurring to a minimum, which was relatively difficult.

But, though she was happy to have him back, happy for him to have passed her stupid test that she knew he would have completely ignored to take her back anyways, she was still afraid - how long was he back, was it for good? Thousands of thoughts raced through her mind, every last one centered around him - and none of them angry, at least not at him. She was ashamed of what she'd done since she'd been left on her own. She wanted his forgiveness, but she wanted him to help her - not just with her mess, but with how hard it was with her to handle this, the block in her head that made thinking extremely difficult when it involved anything that upset her. Lily didn't want a reaction out of him, she wanted her daddy back, and she wanted him to tell her everything was going to be alright - even if it wasn't. What was wrong with her didn't matter as much as finally having something to hold onto - like a metaphorical piece of driftwood in the ocean without land in sight. She just hoped he would take her back, that she hadn't messed things up to the point of no return.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Rose Kuhn]

She heard Lily crying.

That was the only thing that she could focus, the sound of her sisters startling happy tears. At first she wanted to resist the embrace, she wanted to struggle against it and push her father away. She was still angry, still resolved, but she realized she didn't want to. Every fiber of her being told her not to do it, every bit of her told her to just stay there.

A hug was a hug, it wasn't the end of the world.

The truth was that she had missed her father, and she was glad to see him.

Rose still loved him, still cared for him, she knew that. Forgiveness would not come in an instant, it might not even come in a year, but she could hug him, she could hold him. Her arms relaxed, and slowly they slid around her father and her sister, her hands groping for clothing to hang onto. Without thought or realization, she began to cry alongside her sister.

Forgiveness would not come yet, but it would eventually.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"]

Alric smiled.

It was a smile of mixed emotion. It was one of joy, of guilt, of apprehension. It was a smile that he barely managed, it was a smile that would be hidden in the heads of his daughters, one that wouldn't be seen by anyone. He froze, his arms wrapped tight around them, his embrace pulling both of his daughters close. Tears fell down his face and onto their red hair. He opened his mouth to speak, and a stuttering noise sputtered forth, the beginnings of a soft sob.

He tightened his grip again and cleared his throat. "I'm back."

It was a whisper, barely audible to even himself, but he knew they would hear it. Lily and Rose were this everything, they were what mattered, and he had them back. It didn't matter if they would forgive him now, it didn't matter if they hated him in that moment, he knew that they would take him back.

If it took a week, a year, or even a decade, it didn't matter, they would have him back.

"I'm not going anywhere." Alric said, his voice stronger this time. "I promise."

It was a promise that not even the force itself would be able to break, that no one had a chance in hell in breaking.