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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 2, 2009 10:58:48 GMT -5
Marley shoved door to the dressing room wide open and sauntered inside.
"Ah, there's nothing like the smell of tattered, moth bitten clothing in the morning!" she sighed, taking exaggerated breaths through her nose, looking ridiculous with her nose scrunched up like a pig.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 3, 2009 1:08:07 GMT -5
Mustapha giggled at Marley and literally leapt into a large pile of discarded clothes that poofed up a cloud of dust when she landed. She giggled, bouncing a little and sneezing at a piece of stray dust that entered her nose.
"So where do you wanna start?" She asked in a raspy voice, her throat dry from sneezing, coughing and pure excitement.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 3, 2009 10:57:32 GMT -5
" Well, I guess it's always best to start off with the shirt." Marley said, walking over to the pile of clothing Mustapha was seated in and crouching down in front of it. "I can't be walking around the Heartbreak in just my bra... but then again, what ever stopped me before?"
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 4, 2009 1:06:24 GMT -5
"Either way, I don't think anyone would notice... some people wear some pretty revealing stuff around here. What kind of top? Please dont say leather... everytime Charlotte moves her leather does a weird squeaky sound." Mustapha giggled looking through each top. She found one and scrunched her nose. "What's hooters?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 4, 2009 11:27:27 GMT -5
Marley shrugged.
" Who knows, but I think Pop once told me it was this place where you bought bad food from bubble brained girls with big boobs and tiny shorts." she said bluntly, still digging though the pile of clothing.
" Aha!" she cried triumphantly, pulling a shirt. " Just what I'm looking for!"
The shirt in question was a tattered red tank top, with one missing strap, and the words " The Bitch Is Back" printed in bold black letters on the front.
She held it in front of her " What do you think?" she asked.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 5, 2009 1:25:19 GMT -5
Mustapha scrunched her nose and threw the hooters top away in disgust. Sounded like prositute gaga's. She continued to dig out clothing from underneath her before hearing Marley's exclamation. She looked up and saw the words 'the bitch is back.'
She couldn't help but giggle, she remembered Meat offering that top to Scaramouche on a few occassions. She nodded sharply. "Oh definately!" SHe smirked but tossed her head to the side, "you'll definately need some new pants to go with that." She cried before leaping into another pile and actually burying uderneath it so she was nowhere in sight.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 5, 2009 10:38:19 GMT -5
Marley smirked as she watched Mustapha dive face first into another pile of clothing and dissapear completley underneath.
"I like the color purple!" she advised her, throwing the shirt over her shoulder and bending down to search through another pile. She pulled up a tiny black leather skirt with pink lace, so short it would barley cover her bum.
" Hmm. Maybe for special occasions." she mused to herself, throwing the skirt back into the pile.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 6, 2009 2:24:10 GMT -5
"purple..." mustapha whipsered, unable to tell purple from blue in the dark. She grabbed a faraway article and popped her head up, a pair of pink panties propped onto her head, so well that she didn't notice.
She stared and smirked. "Hows about this?" she smirked proudly holding up a pair of purple jeans, slightly torn at the left leg and torn up to about halfway on thr right. "Well?" Mustapha giggled.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 6, 2009 10:58:04 GMT -5
Marley snorted when she spotted the pair of underwear on Mustapha's head but she nodded for the jeans.
"They're great!" she said, walking over and taking the pants away from the young bassist.
" Oh and I love your new hat. " she complemented with a straight face "It's a bold choice, but you really pull it off."
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 6, 2009 15:03:43 GMT -5
"New hat?" Mustapha asked and reached up to feel a silky material. She slowly pulled it off and shrieked, hurling the panties across the room and digging back into the pile. She felt her face go hot with a blush and she frowned. "Oh shush." She said to Marley who could be doing anything behind her back right now.
"Just tell me what's next?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 8, 2009 11:15:40 GMT -5
Marley grinned at her.
" Well, there's still accessories, and I also want to change my hair style." she said, tugging on a hot feather sticking out of her mass of dark brown locks. She bent down and picked up a tattered pair of fishnet tights.
" You can't go wrong with fishnets." she said, throwing them over her shoulder as well with the rest of her outfit.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 8, 2009 15:00:48 GMT -5
Mustapha's head popped up again, "I've seen fishnets go wrong all the time... specially when the men decide to wear them." She looked Marley up and down. "Should be fine with you though." She smirked jumping out of the pile and noticing her foot was stuck in a tshirt. She tried to shake it off and just fell over. "Great balls of fire..." She groaned.
Under her butt she found green and black striped arm warmer. "How's about this? If we're goin for bright colours. Just as long as you don't mind the fact its been under my bum... but then again you never know where any of the stuff in here's been..." Mustapha said jumping up and suddenly wanting to wash her hands desperately.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 8, 2009 16:55:06 GMT -5
Marley shrugged, reaching out to take the arm warmer out of Mustapha's hands. "I've got no problem with it." she said.
She then bent down and dug through the same pile the pink haired bassist had just been sitting in and pulled up a white leg warmer with black triangles slashing long the sides of it.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 8, 2009 18:16:53 GMT -5
"oooh, you'll look like a tiger..." Mustapha grinned, baring her teeth like a mini tiger and pouncing on Marley. She giggled and blew her fringe out of her eyes. "Grrr..." She said with a laugh and then ran across the room and jumped into a box, throwing clothes out and digging her way around it, trying to find something she found the other day.
"OH! THIS!!" She popped her head out of the box and was tickled to see that Marley was still on the floor from her previous attack. "Lookie, you like?" Mustapha said holding up black leather belt with a gold retangle buckle with the word "Rock" inlayed in the middle.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 9, 2009 9:57:54 GMT -5
Marley shrieked and laughed when Mustapha pounced on her, growling like a tiger.
" Argh! Get off me ye' lezzie!" she cried, laughing loudly and shoving the younger girl off. " Geez, for a tiny girl, you weight a ton!"
Marley sat up slightly to see what Mustapha was holding up. Her eyes light up.
" It's great!"
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