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WHO: Lisa
WHERE: Lisa's room
WHEN: Shortly before the costume ball
Lisa sat in her room, wondering whether it would be best just to stay here and not go to the costume ball. The problem was her lack of a costume. Well, not so much the lack of a costume, but rather, the narrow selection of costumes from which to choose. Unfortunately, in the week leading up to this cruise, getting a costume for the ball had not been a priority. She did have one, and only one, possibility: her college cheerleading uniform. She had packed it just before fleeing her former life, and it was one of the only links to that life that remained in her possession. In a normal situation, she would have been happy to wear the uniform to the ball, but this was not a normal situation. The problem was, it was an authentic uniform, and it identified her as someone who had been a member of U of L's cheerleading program. That was something the real Lisa Blankenship had not been. But it was worse than that. On the morning of the preceding day, Lisa had gone to the net cafe in Cyamites and looked up the news about her case on the internet. Some of the articles had a picture of the suspect: her picture, and wearing this very uniform. Apparently one or more of the reporters researching the story had looked into her past, and had obtained that old photo from her college days. So here she sat, weighing the risks. Chances were, nobody at the ball would think twice about the costume. They would see her in it, think that she had just chosen to come to the ball as a cheerleader, and that would be that. But still, it was risky. Sean was the one she worried about most. Would seeing her in this uniform trigger some memory lurking in his head? Probably not... after all, he had gotten a good look at her face a couple of times now, and she still had her freedom. She sat, and thought, and considered, and weighed the risks... she was tensing up again. And then she thought, Jeez, I am so sick of sitting around acting like a frightened child. The chances that I'll get caught just because I went to a costume ball as a cheerleader are probably so small as to be laughable. I'll go to that ball, I'll dance and have fun... I might even dance with Sean again! Besides, I'll probably feel as safe there as I do here with all these eyes watching me. She stood up, walked to the closet, and pulled out her uniform. Time to have some fun!
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