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Tweak says, "Tucker did it!"

Locke Lamora (richercleverer) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-26 00:25:00

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!complete, day 05, location: thrift store, locke lamora, shannon rutherford

Who: Shannon Rutherford & Locke Lamora
What: Scavenging for goodies
When: Morning, probably around midmorning?
Where: Thrift Store
Rating: TBD (Oh, let's say PG-13 to start)
Status: Complete

Sleep deprivation was nothing new for Locke - he had experienced sharp changes to his sleeping patterns when he was in training to be a clever pirate and then again when he had come to be a member of the Orchid's crew. The only difference between that time and this was that, currently, Locke had no strong coffee to perk his mind back to its normal speed and, to make matters worse, there was the unpredictable wail of a siren every few moments. The first few times he had heard it, Locke had been sure that he would find a raging fire as soon as he left the confines of the church - but there had been nothing. After the fifth or seventh time, he had come to realize that it was nothing but a nuisance but that made it no less irritating when tore through the early morning peace. Realizing that sleep was now impossible, Locke resolved to head to the thrift store in order to scrounge together anything which might be useful - which meant anything that could either replace what had been taken from him or anything which might help in his self-appointed mission of having a good look at the glass walls and any trees which might be near them.

Locke shivered unpleasantly in the cool of the morning as he hurried toward the spot on the map marked as the thrift store and, when he came to what appeared to be the right building, he let himself quietly inside. He quickly glanced around for any sign of the woman whom he had agreed to meet but, seeing no trace of her, he decided to start his scavenge without her - well, as soon as he found some warmer and more appropriate clothes, at least. He supposed that he would just have to put up with the strange garments of this time and place.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-26 11:13 pm UTC (link)

Shannon smirked and cocked her eyebrows. "Girls never tell those sorts of secrets," she joked. Whatever it was that Leo was probably imagining, she really doubted that he was too far off, given the tone between the two of them and the way she'd waffled her response.

To say she was impressed by his loquaciousness would've been an understatement and Shannon didn't bother hiding the impressed expression etched on her face at his words. She said nothing, however, in response to it, favoring instead to move onto his next statement. "Clearly, the fashion gods are smiling down on you, mon ami," she said in her most serious voice. The facade was broken only a moment later as she snorted in an effort not to laugh outright. Giving in, she broke into a bout of laughter when he looked back at the pants with an expression probably very carefully devoid of the horror he had to be feeling upon seeing them. Shannon, herself, wouldn't have bothered to keep the expression of horrified disgust to herself if he'd held up the same pair of pants for her, anyway. "You have one hell of a poker face," she laughed appreciatively.

Shannon's eyebrows arched curiously when he said that he was going to take the bet but that he wanted to make it more interesting. And then, Shannon realized, he was beginning to look for something else in the piles of hideous clothes. Shannon let her head fall back and she closed her eyes as she laughed. "Oh, what have I gotten myself into?" she wondered aloud as she tipped her chin back down to look at him. "Ooohh, no..." she laughed, drawing out the latter word as she covered her mouth with one hand and wrinkled her nose. That dress was the most disgusting display she'd ever seen. It was like a fabric store threw up on the sewing machine and the sewing machine went to work as normal. "Who designed that? They should be shot!" she laughed. She held the pants out to Leo and snatched the dress from him, holding it up against herself, posing as if she was in front of a mirror, checking it out. "You think I can rock this?" she asked, smirking.

All right, if a challenge was what he wanted, a challenge he would get. He never specified that she had to actually be seen in the damn thing; she'd just hide out in the museum and close herself into one of the back rooms so that the brothers Winchester and the Doctor wouldn't see. "You..." she started and then shook her head, looking visibly bested. "You've got balls, I'll give you that," she told him almost with admiration mingled with her amusement.

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richercleverer
2009-04-26 11:44 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, now you've got me really curious," Leo joked in sort. To be honest, he couldn't imagine what had passed between the two women was anything worse than most of the other gossip rumored to travel among women but it was rather more interesting to think that there was some grand secret in the not telling. "Still, I've heard it said that women must have their secrets and so I'll speak no more."

That very combination of eloquence and a good poker face were as much the tools of his trade as his packet of thieves tools and his stilettos - but Leo never did get tired of hearing it said that he could fool the best of them with his lack of expression. Still, the weight of knowing that most priests generally had no reason for needing to disguise their thoughts and emotions caused him to shrug casually. "Perhaps that's why they say to never get into a game of cards with a priest," he suggested with a slight grin. "That and that you never know who might be stacking the deck."

Leo adopted a look of mock outrage at her reaction to the suggested dress and he rocked it gently back and forth on its narrow hanger. "Whatever can you mean? This is the finest dress I've seen in all my years. I have not a single doubt that every dona will be wearing something exactly like this in the year to come." The bitterness of the thought that he wouldn't be there to see it even if such a thing came to pass came and went through his mind but he didn't allow his expression to falter. He accepted the pants gingerly, almost as if afraid that they would bite him, and he gave her the dress quite willingly. "Oh, you'll look absolutely stunning in it," he agreed with a slanted grin. "In fact, I'd guess that you could stun at a hundred paces wearing that."

Oh, there was a damn good reason that the one of the most famous rules of dealing with a Camorri, beyond never ever do anything to draw his wrath, was not to make a foolish bet with him - because he'll walk through fire and swim naked in a sea of salt and blades to win. Not that Leo would say as much - instead, he just offered another grin. "As do you, I have to say. You are playing along with the bet, after all. There aren't too many who'd be willing to go along."

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