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NinetailedNightmare Captain
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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 3:05 pm
Racks upon racks of lab-coats, all in neat little rows. A considerable fraction were missing due to the on-duty staff moving about the labs, but what was left behind was free game. Lockers also occupied one of the walls, more or less for the human editions to the workforce.
Noelle didn't doubt she was supposed to be doing something useful right about now. What she had figured, though, was that if she couldn't remember it, it wasn't worth doing at all. This lab was a boring place when they wouldn't let you wander freely about. While she was indeed one of Shy's precious projects, she wasn't allowed into some of the more experimental areas. They weren't any of her business.
Humans.
The fae teen 'harumph'-ed softly as she thought to herself and removed one of the numerous female lab-coats from its hanger. Humans here were so bold, and yet so incompetent in her eyes. They weren't witty, nor particularly appealing to the eyes. They didn't make good jokes. The best they could do was smile at her whenever she graced them with her presence in the halls, or politely try and direct her away from some of the project rooms.
It was boring here. And it was too. white.
With an unusual grace, the holly fae moved her way across the room in a strut towards a full-length mirror, tossing the coat over her shoulder haughtily when she reached the end of her self-made runway, posing before lowering the coat.
It was opened and swung around her curves, and she pulled it taught enough so that it revealed them again. Another few poses, and a kiss blown to her adoring fans of sorts. Then she scoffed, allowing to to unfurl and drape around her. It did nothing for her figure... Maybe she could treat it as a trench coat? Of course, during this time, the female paid little attention to what was going on around her. She believed herself to be alone at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 3:12 pm
Varian glared at the room in frustration, curling his lips. The entire place looked exactly the same...how was he supposed to find his way out?! He had dropped by the labs out of boredom, but now he was wishing he'd never come by.
Wearing a yukata of a pale shade of green, he stood out in the white rooms and hallways. His hair was loose and carefully arranged to hide his left ear: he didn't want anyone to see that. It was horrible, in his opinion.
Finally, he simply picked a door and entered - quietly, of course; he didn't want to get in trouble for being where he wasn't supposed to. And he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be here.
Then he saw Noelle.
He stood there for a moment, silent, as he observed her...and found himself feeling the sort of appreciation for her, that he normally only felt for the beauty of artwork, or dance. He hadn't ever seen someone that looked like that, before.
He cocked his head to the side, merely observing her silently. If he could paint, he would paint her, he decided. Except of course, he didn't think he was very good at it.
Reaching out to brush some hair out of his eyes, his arm bumped into something - and it fell to the floor with a clatter.
((>.>...his appreciation isn't attraction, understand - it's basically just like when he admires paintings and so forth; he's only a child, after all xDD))
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