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Cee had been mulling over the past few days the best way to change the abomination that was her new 'uniform'. The shapeless white and gold mass, even with a belt, did nothing to enhance the already sub-par version of herself that she could manage on this spartan island. After deciding to change it herself she'd had to sneak around until she could procure herself a sewing kit.

The next sunny day had her sitting in the first floor common room, a table pulled against the brightest window. She was done up to her usual attempts at perfection but for once her cellphone was abandoned and the woman was in a state of intense concentration. With some thread, a needle, and some scissors she was already well at work on modifying her coat.

She was a tiny tan vision in a cut off Deus Ex t-shirt and a pair of 'Juicy' booty shorts.

The very obvious opening for innuendo was actually missed. She was so focused on the work she was doing (and nibbling on the corner of her lip in thought) that when someone's voice piped over her shoulder, Cee's dark eyes didn't glanced sideways until too late for a retort to be effective.

"Hmm?" Her rouged lip popped loose into a slight pout. "What's that sweetie?" She said in calm thoughtfulness before catching up and smiling, "Oh.. ain't you helpful."

The young woman leaned back, stretched her arms above her head and streeeeeeeeeetched. Her tanned bare stomach extended, a sparkly navel ring bobbling with the motion. She snapped back into normal position with a jiggle. "Damn I been leanin over fer a while. I actually am fixin this whole ******** thing."

In front of her the jacket had been partially disassembled and bits had been cut off. The extra fabric was set aside and notebook paper patterns had been roughly made. "They give us the mos' hideous s**t ta wear right?"

As soon as he said Dylon, she finger gunned at him and lit up brightly. "CUTIE TWITTER BOY! WHAT UP!?"

She then leapt out of the chair, all 5'2" with hair and heels, and leapt on him with an affectionate hug. Apparently Twitter was like real enough an introduction.

"OH wait hol'up." She let go, danced back a few steps and posed, Vanna White motioning to her smooth legs. "Guess who?"

"Well thanks." She posed and winked, "I never disappoint."

Then the pose dropped and she grabbed him by the hand. There was no shyness with her, even when she sat and slung one tattooed thigh over the other as she crossed her legs. "C'mere.. you know how ta sew I guess?"

She only let go of his hand when she reached for her coat. "If you really ain't all talk.." She smirked, "help me do dis collar. I already got the bottom and back how I want em." She'd just finished sewing the yellow trim back in place.

"But I want the collar ta match.." Her tongue passed over her teeth a moment, her red lips plumping a second. "Show me one'a yer talents."

Maybe she could get something useful out of this right off the bat.

"Just one for now." Cee grinned, under the table her hand finding his thigh, squeezing so her manicured nails could be felt clearly through his pants. She was always pushing boundaries, seeing what was okay, seeing what was too much.

Her chair was scooted to allow him to sit in front of the project. She propped her head on her hand and gave Dylon an admiring glance over. "I love me a man with a needle an thread." Or basically one who obliged her miniscule whims without a question, debate or intellectual come back.

"Jersey. Where you from?"

Her mouth quirked more into a smile and then she broke into laughter, "I don't got an accent! You all got em!"

Her eyes flicked lazily between his hands and his face. "Never been there. I mostly went to more tropical joints. I'm a sucker for a private beach, pool bar and frolickin in the waves an s**t."

She sat back now, stretching again and crossing her legs the other way now. Her foot bobbed idly, a silver bangle jingling on her ankle where another tattoo laced across her skin. She twirled her hair idly. "I guess when I signed up fer this I only read up to the tropical island part. Apparently the beach is too dangerous for frolickin... unless you got company." Cee dragged a toe gently against his calf.

"Maybe I'm just testin yer resolve.." She chuckled but her foot went back to bopping again instead of assulting him.

"You know I already heard 2 jersey shore references since I got here already? I mean dat show was my s**t but it ain't the encyclopedia of my life or nothing." She now examined how her nails had fared after the little bit of sewing she'd done.

"So Korean? Like were you born there or just a couple generations in? Where I live all the asians hang wit each other for the most part." They liked cars and spoke their languages to each other. There had never been clashing between their social groups but Cee knew they had their own independent social hierarchy. It was as if they went to separate schools in the same building.

"Jus me and my parents." Her nails were fine. "My papa's side is pritty small. My mama's was kinna big but by senior year mos of'em had died." She shrugged. "Lot'sa old italians.. but they were pretty sweet I guess. Super religious."

She grinned, "But I was just a innocent misunderstood girl." Cee batted her lashes. She clearly was good at covering up for herself. "When I needed ta be for papa."

She stood up, moving behind Dylon to play with his hair. Asian hair always fascinated her. The girls in school kept it so straight with no frizz. Was it like a super power? "Keep workin.." She stressed with amusement as her fingers began to work through the locks in a gentle testing massage. "You get in trouble back home?"