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 Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 12:22 pm
*smirk* Yeah, and trying to explain that to someone probably isn't the best way to stay out of a mental institution.
*Luke holds his hand in his chin, thinking.*
Alright. *Luke doubts her outfit's got a tag on the back. Even if it did, chances are sizes would have changed a thousand years from now.*
*Deliberating, Luke circles Cora, looking her up and down, all business. She's between Aimee and Marissa...*
Okay. You're like a size... six. *turns around* I'll see what we've got in lost and found.
*opens the door and goes into the hallway*
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 12:28 pm
...size 6? :::But he'd walked out already:::
:::She stood there in his room, helplessly. At least it wasn't a completely unfamiliar surrounding. She'd been in this room before, sort of. It looked exactly as it did in the brink, except for a strange little rectangular device, with glowing green numbers. It was 3:25 PM, and Cora was surprised at herself when she realized she was smiling. She really was out of the Brink, and in another world:::
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 12:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 12:39 pm
alright...
:::Cora takes the clothing, from Luke, and looks at each piece inquisitvely. She looks at Luke, and figures out the pants first. She starts to wonder how in the world to get both legs in there at once, but realizes that the material is maliable enough to step through one at a time. She congratulates herself mentally for figuring it out, and begins to step into them:::
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 10:54 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:06 am
:::She stopped putting on the jeans when he began laughing. She realized she'd have to remove her entire suit. It would be strange functioning without it, but it was neccassary:::
Right... :::She watched him point out the items and where they went.
Alright, feet, legs...tits...? She examined the article he appointed to the tits and she figured out that it must cover the upperbody. Tits must be the word for torso during this time:::
:::When he left the room, she proceded to get dressed. The most disturbing were probably the flip flops, but she managed. She also took off her locket and held it in her hand, wondering if it had to come off too:::
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:16 am
*Luke walks out in the kitchen area where Chuck is.*
*Chuck looked up from his computer.* "Where's the chick?"
*Luke pointed to the room.* "Gettin' changed out of her costume."
*Chuck smirked, unable to resist.* "And you're not in there?"
*Luke returned the smirk.* "Thought I'd be nice, you know. Give the girl some privacy."
*Chuck arched an eyebrow.*
*Luke realized that wasn't going to fly. Not around this apartment. So he did the only thing he could do. He lied.* "It's not like that. She's my cousin."
*Chuck thought on that for a minute and then asked.* "Is she seeing any-"
"She's hands off."
"Aw c'mon. Don't c**k-block me. How much a** have I gotten you this whole year? Can you even count that high?"
"She's like my sister, man. Just restrain yourself. For one night, alright?" *Luke whirled up a towel and snapped it at him, close to his shoulder.* "Besides, I hear Lauren Barrett's back on the market. So you'll be busy tonight anyway."
*Chuck got out of the chair to dodge the towel.* "Bullshit, who'd you hear that from?"
*Luke shrugged and left the room.* "I have my sources." *He knocked loudly on his bedroom door.* Hey, Cora! You done in there?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:24 am
:::She looked up:::
Yes, I'm finished. :::She had folded her suit as she would if she were going to store it while she slept. She wasn't sure where it belonged so she held onto it:::
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:29 am
Alright, I'm coming in.
*Luke opens the door, to see Cora, perfectly dressed in the clothes he'd given her. He pauses as he takes it in.*
*Cora looks like a normal girl. With her hair grown-out and in clothes from the lost and found, she could fit in anywhere! She couldn't have looked more 21st century if she tried!*
Perfect. *hands up* ********' perfect. You look like you stepped right out of Lit class.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:32 am
:::She blinked:::
I...that is good right? :::She wasn't sure, he was cursing and calling it perfect at the same time:::
:::She looked down at the clothes::: Luke, where can I store these?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:34 am
*Luke grinned.* Are you kidding? It's ******** awesome.
*At the question, he thought for a moment.* Here, just sit 'em under my bed. *Luke lifts up the comforter.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:40 am
:::Cora looked at the space he directed her to, and saw other random peices of clothing. Though she had no idea that most of them were women's undergarments, she was satisfied that there was a clothing recepticle for her to keep her things. She slipped her things in, but held on to the locket with a moment of hesitation:::
What about this..?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:41 am
*Luke blinked at the necklace.* What about it?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:43 am
:::...she wasn't sure of herself It was becoming obvious that she'd have to get used to the feeling:::
Do I...have to remove this as well?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:44 am
What? *Luke brushes the question aside.* No! Geez, put it on, please. This is college. Not a Nazi Prison Camp.
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