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

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Entry tags:!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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[info]richercleverer
2009-04-27 01:39 pm UTC (link)

It took him only a moment to decide that Leocasto, as a priest, would likely be far more modest than Locke had ever been in his life and so he did turn his back to Shannon as he began to unbutton his shirt. Once this was removed and placed to the side, he pulled on the filmy and slightly slick material of the garishly purple shirt - only to discover that it was obviously made for a man a slight bit larger than he. Leo frowned at this fact and his mood hardly improved when he noted that the only buttons on the shirt started a few inches above his navel - which meant that he would have to walk around with most of his chest exposed. The thick layers of ruffles on either side of the low cut neck did remind him vaguely of some of the fashions he had seen in his day and the cuffs hanging over his hands could be useful - but it really didn't make up for the general ugliness of the shirt. "Oh, it's even more lovely than I had ever hoped."

His breeches went next but Leo found himself having to struggle with the blindingly yellow pants which had been chosen for him. It was true that the basic mechanics were the same as those on the clothing with which he was more familiar but the fit was odd. Leo would be the very first to admit that he was perhaps a bit undersized compared to most other grown men, having never quite outgrown the appearance of an orphan who had missed more meals than he had found, but these pants were so baggy that it was almost possible to get lost in all of the fabric. It was because of all of this that it ended up taking Leo a few long moments to adjust the clothing to his approval.

"Oh, it can't be that ba--" He had begun to speak as he turned toward Shannon but the words died on his tongue as soon as he caught the full glory. The dress was -- well, it would be kindest to say that even the wenches of the Lily wouldn't be caught dead in anything like it. Not that Leo was foolish enough to say anything like that. "Come, now. You look absolutely...radiant. I've never seen a woman look more beautiful - or less comfortable. Honestly, can you breathe at all in that?"

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