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Jun. 28th, 2012 at 10:38 AM
[ The wind carries clouds with it that briefly obscure the light of the moon. In that moment, one might think a yellow helmet was just floating in the air, suspended just above a ring of flowers.
A sliver of light peeks through the cover to illuminate the mysterious figure that is holding those items up: female figure clad in a tight black bodysuit poised against the railing. The nearby table, with all manner of festive treats displayed on it, remains untouched.
It seems the lady has spotted you, though it might be hard to tell with that solid black visor in place. Thin, pale hands appear from behind her back and she lifts one in a casual wave. Her left arm is flicked out, a PDA smoothly caught in her fingers. Was that up her sleeve...?
No, she isn't being rude by texting someone else as you approach. She holds that device up, the backlit screen shining in the darkness to show you a greeting: ]
Hello.
[ Alternate Prompt : Sexting ]
[ Celty paused from hitting "send" on her reply. Did they just seriously as "what are you wearing?" Is this what they think about when they are apart? Aren't there more important things?
But, well... Celty did leave them with a fairly provocative image the last time they had seen each other, so it might be her own doing in this case.
Celty erases her initial reply, thinking that she really should own up for this. It... could be fun! ]
I can wear whatever you'd like. [ Literally. ]
((OOC: Open to any character, no matter the medium or gender! Prompts are flexible, but sexytimes is only guaranted for the second prompt. -- A bit of warning: Celty has no head. Literally. If that makes you uncomfortable, best leave that helmet alone!))
A sliver of light peeks through the cover to illuminate the mysterious figure that is holding those items up: female figure clad in a tight black bodysuit poised against the railing. The nearby table, with all manner of festive treats displayed on it, remains untouched.
It seems the lady has spotted you, though it might be hard to tell with that solid black visor in place. Thin, pale hands appear from behind her back and she lifts one in a casual wave. Her left arm is flicked out, a PDA smoothly caught in her fingers. Was that up her sleeve...?
No, she isn't being rude by texting someone else as you approach. She holds that device up, the backlit screen shining in the darkness to show you a greeting: ]
Hello.
[ Alternate Prompt : Sexting ]
[ Celty paused from hitting "send" on her reply. Did they just seriously as "what are you wearing?" Is this what they think about when they are apart? Aren't there more important things?
But, well... Celty did leave them with a fairly provocative image the last time they had seen each other, so it might be her own doing in this case.
Celty erases her initial reply, thinking that she really should own up for this. It... could be fun! ]
I can wear whatever you'd like. [ Literally. ]
((OOC: Open to any character, no matter the medium or gender! Prompts are flexible, but sexytimes is only guaranted for the second prompt. -- A bit of warning: Celty has no head. Literally. If that makes you uncomfortable, best leave that helmet alone!))
