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tampered2006-09-02 10:37 pm
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Log: Complete
When; Saturday, September 2
Rating; G
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noh_dancer Scarab, glock30 Faye Valentine
Summary; Clothes shopping? You heard right.
Log;
Scarab sighed for what felt like the thousanth time in the last hour.
She looked like a pile of laundry.
Thankfully she had left her sweatpants at Frederick's during the blizzard, so she at least had something to wear besides a man's dress shirt.
She had no shoes, though, so she was hoping to get a pair first thing.
Her hair was at least being managable, and staying up in the assortement of needles she wore to keep the exceedingly long black hair from irritating her.
Thank god for small miracles.
....Actually, it wasn't her clothing, or her hair, or any of those things that bothered her so much just now.
It was her hand.
By nature Scarab was not a vain person, so the loss of her fingers should seem like a small price to pay when it could have been so much worse...but she kept looking at her right hand with disgust, even going so far as to unroll the sleeves on Frederick's shirt to cover them both somewhat.
"Your being silly...", she told her reflection in the bathroom mirror, but it didn't make her feel very different.
Rating; G
Characters;
noh_dancer Scarab, glock30 Faye Valentine Summary; Clothes shopping? You heard right.
Log;
Scarab sighed for what felt like the thousanth time in the last hour.
She looked like a pile of laundry.
Thankfully she had left her sweatpants at Frederick's during the blizzard, so she at least had something to wear besides a man's dress shirt.
She had no shoes, though, so she was hoping to get a pair first thing.
Her hair was at least being managable, and staying up in the assortement of needles she wore to keep the exceedingly long black hair from irritating her.
Thank god for small miracles.
....Actually, it wasn't her clothing, or her hair, or any of those things that bothered her so much just now.
It was her hand.
By nature Scarab was not a vain person, so the loss of her fingers should seem like a small price to pay when it could have been so much worse...but she kept looking at her right hand with disgust, even going so far as to unroll the sleeves on Frederick's shirt to cover them both somewhat.
"Your being silly...", she told her reflection in the bathroom mirror, but it didn't make her feel very different.