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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 5:15 pm
It wasn't going to be the first time she had been up here, nor probably the last and she was somehow always finding more. Wallace always made a face, Steven always looked pleased and just going with the flow and Flannery always looked proud with the booty of folds and fabric Roxanne always managed to come back with with each trip the various outposts.
How the outposts always seemed to have more was a little curious, were people putting things back? How silly! Were people only taking small pieces of clothing? Again, so silly! The blonde seemed to have a small holding on the attire that each one offered, not giving back as to the need for a fabulous new outfit each day. Today she had on a simple flowing light yellow dress and a sash she found in Chronos' outpost, a comfortable pair of slip ons that she had found at Virgo's as well as a few hair wraps she had found there and a black one she had decided needed to be a simple scarf - thank goodness for all those, she was tired of being barefoot and her hair looking amess.
Now, in Leo's corner, she was looking for something to complete her ensemble, a nice jacket perhaps, as she rummaged through a few drawers in one of the many guest rooms. It was that and a few more things for her friends, always with two thoughts on her mind as she ventured out; for herself and them.
"Hm..." Roxy found herself picking up a nice rose colored blouse, feeling the texture between her fingers and wondering it was worth adding to the pile.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 5:46 pm
Natalia entered, a pile of neatly folded clothes in her arms. She'd taken the liberty of delicately hand washing them. It was no wonder that civilians captive here on the surroundings were raiding the closets. It wasn't as if the senshi were bringing clothes along with the food, and she wasn't about to ask that of them when there were perfectly acceptable clothing right here.
Then again, Natalia was rather fond of the more eclectic styles.
She was wearing a long skirt of gold and bright blue that flared out when she twirled, and a off-white petticoat underneath that as well as a purple sash with gold danglies wrapped low around her waist for decoration, if nothing else. Her poofy brown hair was pulled back with a brilliant blue headscarf too, but she still dawned the tee shirt she had worn on her abduction, though it had since been cleaned many times.
"I gotta say, it's rather nice of them not to complain about us borrowing the clothes here," Natalia said as if she'd been talking to the girl the whole time, and knew her well. Of course, that was just how Natalia was. "At least, I haven't heard 'em complain...."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 11:31 pm
The top was soon draped on Roxy's bare arm once is passed inspection. It would do for either one of her group, though she could imagine there would be a few protests from the male members. There really weren't a lot of simple clothing in Leo's Outpost, thats what one got in a Baroque inspired location; frills and lace. Not that she minded.
Her hands went back to rummaging when the comment drifted into the room. Roxy paused a moment, fingers still deep in the folds of fabric as she turned her head to the other girl with a smile on her face - taking notice of the pile in her hands, was this girl one of the returners?
"I don't see why they should complain," Roxy shrugged in an air of indifference while her palms rested on the edge of the drawer. "They're keeping us here without much provisions so we should be allowed to take what we need."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 7:08 am
"Well that's kind of a selfish, entitled, way to go about things." Natalia said as she worke at putting the clean clothes away. "After all, we're the intruders that aren't even supposed to be here in the first place. Do you think they really like having to keep in in their sacred homes?"
Natalia was quite appreciative, even if she did sometimes grumble at the amount of work to be done. Still, it was better that she be busy cleaning than doing nothing at all. She didn't like not having stuff to do.
"It's like someone coming in to your house and making use of all your favorite things, and you can't tell them no, no matter how much you'd want to."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 1:41 pm
Aa, yes. The other girl was officially now categorized as 'one of those.' Roxy gave the other girl a rather dubious look while she let the remark about her character just roll off with a shrug. Wasn't the first time she had heard it, probably wasn't going to be the last. What, was she supposed to develop Stockholm Syndrome like the others? The blonde closed the drawer she had been rummaging in with a sharp clap and moved onto the one underneath, kneeling a little to get a better look.
"You know, thats a rather bad analogy," she replied, "One day, sure that sucks. But for how long we've been here?" Roxy still wasn't sure, she had lost track for the sake of her sanity, "you'd think they'd be more helpful and understanding rather than possessive of their stuff." The blonde knew she would be miffed the first time around, but if she had the means to keep people against their will by accident, then maybe she'd be more understanding. But, seeing as how they were going to act like children about their stuff, maybe her friends' ideas of them being kidnappers really were rubbing off on her. Kidnappers weren't generous.
Seeing as she wasn't finding anything in there, she closed that drawer and stood up, her eyes already look around the room to see which one she hadn't looked through.
"Besides, these are guest rooms, who puts precious things in a guest room and doesn't expect people to use them? You keep for favorite things out of reach," Roxy went on to explain, crossing the room to a wardrobe that stood against the opposite wall, "you do realize there are other floors and rooms right? Ones we're not allowed?"
"And its not like I'm destroying anything." It was more she didn't have the means to alter them. She had eyed the drapes but a few of the senshi had given her looks and the needles and thread she had found were far from useful.
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