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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.
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She cut that thought off before finishing, and gathered up the clothes she was going to buy ( sans the nightgown) and started looking for a shop owner.
There was a counter, a cash register, and a chair, but no shop owner.
She looked up and down the store, trying to remember if she had seen anyone else when she came in?
Thinking about it, she didn't think she had seen anyone aside from herself and Faye.
Shrugging, she left her own "to buy" pile on the counter and turner to her partner in crime.
" I think we should do some gift shopping. He has been awfully nice to us. So something with bows, and still says 'thank you'?" She said with a mischievious grin.
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Returning Scarab's evil little grin, Faye said, "Oh, yes. There's a little display of very frilly and lacey things just back here in the corner." She started walking that way and heard Scarab following her.
Arranged before them was an assortment of different lingerie, all very puffy and girly and the general majority of them pink and embarrassing. She held up a pair of prissy lavender underwear with matching stockings, bows where the garter would connect the two offending pieces of clothing. "What do you think? Look like his color?"
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"Mmm. I think so, but no garters. Those things are the devil."
She had always hated wearing the stupid things during missions.
Satisfied with the selection, Scarab looked past the frills, and fluff to find a few plain pairs of painties, and a thong or two to go with those vinyl pants.
Handing Faye everything the two of them were going to buy, she started looking back through the racks of clothes, only this time poking through the men's section.
Luckily, wearing one of Frederick's shirts had given her a perfect excuse to not have to ask after his size, and instead be able to surprise him with something.
It felt supremly wierd to be shopping for a man, and one with his tastes, but she knew the underwear, while funny, wouldn't go over well.
Best to have a placation gift in order.
Returning to the counter with three selections, she gave Faye a look as if to say "Not one word." and pulled out what money she had.
((OOC: so'k ^^, sorry for delay on my end, I passed out.
Shall we wrap this up, then?))
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