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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 23, 2011 13:17:14 GMT -5
Huh, oh yeah, she's completely welcome to come. *Right as I look over at the girls the bus pulls up and I quickly board it and shove my way to the back. They follow and we sit silently for a long time while the bus transports us through the city. I watch out the window, amused and intrigued by the city. Eventually we get to our stop and I quickly get up and get out, glancing behind to see if they're still with me. I lead them to a store and open the door, a little bell going off. Peter walks over with a grin on his face when he recognizes me. I tell Angie to go pick out a dress, I already see one I want and have had my eyes on for years. I then walk up to Peter, grinning. I talk and reminisce with him and eventually manage to work out a deal after sucking up to him. I grab my dress and pull it on inside the dressing room. I throw the disgusting BLI clothes in the corner I walk out and check the red dress in the mirror.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 23, 2011 13:45:29 GMT -5
You look very nice, Sylvia. *I hold up two identical dresses, one crimson and one emerald, trying to decide which to get. I make the mistake of looking at the clock.* Oh, no! It's starting soon. How late do you think it's acceptable to be?
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 23, 2011 14:28:34 GMT -5
Who cares? It's not going anywhere. *I smirk at my reflection and look over at her.* I like the emerald one dear, get it. It's free. *I pause when I notice my hair which seems to be everywhere.* Could we still possibly stop by your place super fast?
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 23, 2011 14:35:06 GMT -5
I will, in that case! Thank you! And of course we can. It's the least I could do. *I think over another part of her statement. Free? Really? That couldn't be right.... I take a few carbons out of my pocket and hand them to the shopkeeper with a smile. He tries to shove them back toward me, but I refuse.* Oh! Did you get anything for Red?
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 23, 2011 14:40:07 GMT -5
CRAP! *I quickly rush over to a rack and dig through the clothes till I find one a blue one I think she'd like. I approve it with Peter and turn back to Angie.* I think we're ready. I have to fix my hair and then we have to go get Red but otherwise we're set.
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 23, 2011 14:52:07 GMT -5
Alright, then! I'll lead the way to my apartment. It's not really that far from here. *I raise my voice slightly.* Miss Mahoney, we're leaving! See you at the party! *Main and I leave the store, causing the small bell above the door to jingle, and head to my apartment three blocks away. While we're there, I help Main put her hair up (although she doesn't seem to need help), and we both get dressed. After swapping a few compliments, we're off to get Red from her room.*
((I'm sorry that I time lapsed without permission, but A: we're not really in the hospital and B: pretty much everyone will be heading off to the party now. I didn't want to clog up the thread.))
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Rachel Mahoney
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Dec 23, 2011 15:15:16 GMT -5
I'll meet you two later, I need to go get dressed as well. *I quickly head back to my place to get changed*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 23, 2011 15:21:36 GMT -5
(Sounds great! Was going to do the same.)
*I walk into the room and throw the dress on the bed with a grin.* Tada. *I glance at the wall clock and smirk.* We'd better get going soon... *I go out the door and look for Brian, seeing if we should get his permission to move Red.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 23, 2011 16:57:34 GMT -5
((Her apartment isn't in the Tower, but okay. XD ))
I suppose so. *I brush my hair a bit more until it shines gold. When I look up, Sylvia is gone, presumably to get Red. Ahh, well. As I wait for them to return, I braid and unbraid my hair, staring out the window and contemplating what the party will be like. I haven't been to one. I wonder if I'll have to dance....*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 24, 2011 1:55:34 GMT -5
*I stare at the blue dress... it's beautiful. Sylvia looks amazing, her curly hair contrasting nicely with her perfect bare shoulders and red dress. I take some pain meds Dr.Jarva left, suddenly determined to get out of the bed no matter what. I slowly sit up as best I can and examine all the tubing, tracing machines and IV's to their respective sources. Taking a deep breath, I begin with the IV in my hand, carefully peeling back the tape before pulling the needle out. It immedietly starts to bleed, but I stop it in with my bedsheet and reach over to the monitoring equipment, turning it off before pulling all the sensors off my head and chest. I quickly take out the other IV and examine my wrapped hand. I probably shouldn't take off any of the bandages because it's still mostly broken, but it looks so ugly... I suddenly realize my hair hasn't been washed in days and my hopes drop. I'd just look silly in so pretty a dress...*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 24, 2011 2:13:04 GMT -5
*It takes a lot of logical persuasion to convince Brian to let me take Red. He only agrees because he'll be there as well. I grin and grab a wheelchair on my way back, pushing it into the room only to stop when I see Red. A part of me is shocked, another disappointed, and another proud. In the end I just smile slightly and shake my head.* Oh Red... *I walk over to the cabinet and grab several bandaids and some gauze. I go over to her and gently take her hand to begin sticking a large band aid on it.* Be careful love. *I help her with everything else and frown when she still looks upset.* What...?
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 24, 2011 2:25:46 GMT -5
*I let Retro bandage my hand and crook of my arm, the blood on the sheets already sticky. I look at the bandages and the bruises on my arms in dismay and point to them and my hair when Retro looks confused. I'm not suitable for a party... I really am only comfortable in a fight, after all*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 24, 2011 2:34:07 GMT -5
*I frown and shake my head when I realize what she's getting at.* Wait right here... *I quickly go to the bathroom and dig around for a washcloth. I quickly wet it and walk back, wiping her face and arms with it, washing off any dirt and blood. I then take a few bobby pins out of my hair and begin to french braid the back of her hair, along the base of her skull and pin it down. I swipe her bangs to her side then grab a handheld mirror to show her. While she looks I take the dress off the hanger and get it ready for her to slide into.* You're pretty. Get used to it because it's true.
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 24, 2011 2:46:09 GMT -5
*I blush, not used to the attention. My hair feels tight against my skull and I'm amazed how quickly Sylvia wrapped my hair into something classy... she's amazing really. I grab her shoulder and ignore the pain in my chest and legs as I scoot to the edge of the bed and slip into the dress. I don't really want to show Sylvia all my injuries, so I try to keep my hospital gown on as long as possible. I lean heavily on her as she zips me up. The dress fits surprisingly well... it feels fantastic, the fabric softer than anything I'm used to*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 24, 2011 2:58:54 GMT -5
There, see, a proper girl. *I help her into the dress then hold her hand as she collapses into the wheel chair. I smile crookedly down at her and hand her the mirror again before grabbing the handles and pushing her out of the room.* And we're off to see the wizard...
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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