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Tweak says, "The 4th is a butt thing..."

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
2009-04-27 01:53 am UTC (link)

Cocking her eyebrows just once, Shannon gave a nonchalant shrug. "Not really, but you'd be a shitty cheater if you looked like one, wouldn't you?" she asked. "You can never really tell by just looking at a person what sort of person they are. I learned that the hard way," she replied. She was thinking of Sayid. To her, he'd looked like a terrorist and after the events of September 11th, she hadn't felt badly about thinking it. ...until she'd gotten to know him, that was, and then she'd felt like a bitch for thinking such a rotten thing about such a sweet guy.

With a laugh, Shannon shook her head. "If anyone else here wanted to wear one of these, I'd really feel sorry for their taste in clothes," she said. "God, I'm used to Gucci and Prada; this thing is a trip," she added with a smirk as she pulled the dress away and held it out in front of herself to look at it again. "It's like Jo-Ann Fabrics threw up and someone took it upon themselves to put it back together again. Badly."

When he gave a dramatic sigh, Shannon smirked, pleased with herself for having picked something so heinous. "Ha, oh my God, that's the best visual ever!" she exclaimed with amusement. "The sad thing is...those kind of pants actually were in style when I was a kid. Crazy, right?"

"Whatever, yeah you did," she joked when Leo said that he hadn't realized that the dress was as small as it was. She waved off the suggestion to find something that'd fit better. "No way, you'll pick something a million times uglier," she retorted. "It's okay, I've been living on fruit and Slim Fast bars for like two months. I just won't move too much," she said. Then she paused and smirked at him. "Or breathe."

Shannon arched an eyebrow. "I'm not getting naked in front of you, Cassanova," she replied with a grin. "I won't look if you won't," she added. "We can, uh..." Her eyes scanned the store and she found a display a few feet to the left of where they were both standing that she thought would at least come up around her chest. "We'll just each stand on either side of that thing," she suggested, pointing. "If I bend my knees a little, you won't be able to see anything and your upper half is definitely nothing I haven't already seen a million times on a million other guys, so..." She did live in California, after all. It was not abnormal to see men walking around in shorts and no shirts in the summer. Even if it hadn't been, he'd have to be a hell of a prude to be worried about her seeing his chest and torso, anyway, she thought.

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richercleverer
2009-04-27 02:30 am UTC (link)

"That is true - but it isn't something you hear said very often." Leo turned his own look of surprise and admiration to Shannon and he couldn't help but grin a little. Part of what had made his job of mumming so easily was that he was often working within people's expectations - a merchant acts this way while a noble acts like that and Vadrans are always doing this or that. It was rare to run into anyone who was willing to look past that and, while he was impressed to see that Shannon was one of the few, it also put him a bit further on guard. "Not everyone is willing to look past the surface to see what swims underneath."

"Gucci and Prada? I know this is going to be a deadly shock but those names mean nothing to me." To his credit, Leo managed a laugh at his own ignorance - but that was mostly due to the fact that taking out his annoyance at the continued culture lag on Shannon would accomplish absolutely nothing. This constant state of bewilderment seemed to be something to which he was just going to have to become accustomed - as annoying as that might be. "You might be right about that dress, though. I wouldn't be entirely surprised to learn that it was stitched together by a blind seamstress who had lost her right hand in a tragic hemming accident and who had taken to getting blind drunk every night of her life in order to forget."

"These were once in style?" He asked doubtfully as he studied the pants a bit more closely. "Well, it would be hard to say that I've seen worse but there is no accounting for what one'll wear just for the chance to be in fashion."

"Hm? So you're going to get out of this shop without moving or breathing?" He offered a grin that was a large part amusement and a small part challenge. Not that he would deliberately cause her to embarrass herself but he sure as hell wasn't going to miss the chance to see where this bet sent the both of them. "I really can't wait to see how you manage that."

"Alas, my life's dream has been shattered," he sighed dramatically in response to her refusal to get naked in front of him but a rather large part of that was joking - he honestly hadn't expected her to agree to stripping down face to face and he was partially relieved to find that the suggested display was tall enough to do a decent job of hiding the both of them. "I'll even turn my back, if that'd make you more comfortable," Leo offered lightly. He was silently hoping that the offer would just seem the gentlemanly thing to do - even if his true intention was to keep Shannon from seeing the complex of scars scattered over his chest, torso, and arm. Not that he had any reason to believe that she would even notice or care if she saw them but he didn't want to have to flounder for a reason why a self-proclaimed priest would be marked so.

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