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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:33 pm
:::Cora finds the slot that fits her coffee mug, delighted by the intuitive design of the vehicle, even for such a primative one, and uses her hands to hold the hair out of her face as the air rushes past:::
:::Just when she gets comfortable though, she starts to feel like she wants another sip. She decides to gather most of her hair into her one hand so that she can grab the cup with the other. She picks it up, ever so carefully, and lifts it to her lips and sips:::
:::When she began to bring it back down though, Luke made an unexpected swerve into the next lane to get past someone going way too slow for his liking, and Cora, not being prepaired for the change in motion, grabs the cup so tightly that the rim bends, sending the top flying off, and the coffee inside of it, all down her front:::
Ohhh!!
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:44 pm
*Luke looks over.*
Oh, s**t. You alright?
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:47 pm
Uhm... Yes. I am alright.
:::She lookes at the cup:::
The coffee... uhm, is not.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:51 pm
*s**t, she got it all over herself. Luke keeps his eyes on the road and then back on Cora.*
There's some napkins in the glove compartment. *Before she can ask.* The little opening in front of you. Yeah, right there, you got it.
*He takes the coffee cup from her and puts it in the cup holder.*
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:53 pm
Some what...?
:::She opens up the contraption in front of her as Luke describes it, and starts looking for something that Luke seems to think will help her. How exactly, she's not sure. When it swings open though, a bunch of thin peices of things start rustling around. She sort of pushes them out of the way to keep looking:::
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:54 pm
*Luke reaches over and grabs the napkins. He hands them to her.*
Here try to... *He does a poor job of cleaning her up, with one hand on the wheel.*
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:56 pm
:::Cora just starts to laugh as he tries whiping her up... realizing that the little thin peices are supposed to be the solution to this problem:::
Luke, I don't think this is working.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:01 pm
Yeah, what can I say? I left the powerwasher in my other car.
*Luke looks at her shirt and jeans. The bad news is she's drenched in coffee. The good news is that she's handling this better than any girl he's known.*
We'll get you cleaned up at the dorm. Until then, I hope you like the smell of coffee.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:07 pm
hm.. Yes...
:::She snatched stray clumps of wadded up papers from off her:::
I thought that perhaps the aroma was so strong because it was concentrated all in one area...but now that it is dispersed, I don't sense it weaking...
How much further is the dorm?
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:09 pm
*Luke got into the far right lane, from there he turned onto an exit ramp.*
We're almost there.
*Luke looked Cora up and down. Those stains wouldn't come out in time though. Luke knew that much from living with his mother and twin sister most his life.*
We're gonna have to get you some other clothes.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:10 pm
Mmm... :::She nodded:::
THAT might work.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:16 pm
*Luke's thinking out loud.*
I combed through the last of the Lost and Found. *He thought "b***h!" as it was written on the box, but did not speak it out loud.* We're not gonna find much else in there.
*Or nothing that Luke particularly wanted Cora to wear.*
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:19 pm
:::She looks over at him:::
I saw many articles of clothing all over the floor of your room...
:::But then she wished he hadn't mentioned that, realizing she was opting to WEAR those clothes she was sure were absoultely filthy:::
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:22 pm
*Luke smirks. Yeah on a cold day in hell would he make her wear those. If they weren't his, they were someone else's. And the chances of running into that "someone else" - whichever one she might be - would be high if they went out tonight.*
Nah, we can do better than that.
*Luke parks, and they walk in a section of campus Cora hasn't seen before. They walk through the doors of a larger dorm building than Luke's. It looks newer, too.*
*Luke swipes his card to get through the door. It buzzes open, and Luke holds the door for Cora.*
*They go into the elevator and Luke hits the button for the 6th floor.*
This is the girls' dorm. *Luke steps out and turns the corner.* If we're lucky, we'll--
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:33 pm
*A petite girl with light blonde hair grinned from down the hallway at an open doorway. The laundry basket she held in her hands dropped down with a 'plop'.*
Luke!
*She met them half-way in the middle of the hallway. Before he could protest, she threw her arms around Luke in a hug.*
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