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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 11, 2009 12:08:26 GMT -5
Marley grinned and reached up to pat her now dry electric green hair.
" I've always been telling Meat I had a thing for putting outfits together, but she would never believe me. I guess she just doesn't want me stealing her thunder or something." she said, shrugging her shoulders as she walked over to the cracked mirror on the wall, grabbing the bottle of black dye on the way.
As she looked at her reflexion, Marley carefully dyed the edges of her fringe so that they where a deep, ebony black.
" Hmph. Not to shabby, I think." she mused, squinting at her reflexion.
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Post by Mustapha on Apr 12, 2009 16:21:09 GMT -5
Mustapha looked up and grinned widely. "WOw, totally rock and roll." She smiled. Standing up she walked around Marley and checked her hair, making sure there weren't any blank spots showing. "Thats perfect!!" she smiled holding up her hand for a high five.
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 15, 2009 10:01:24 GMT -5
Marley arched an eyebrow and gave her an uncertain highfive back. She then stood up and went over to grab her pile of new clothes.
" I guess I could go and change, you should try to find more stuff for you outfit to." she urged, backing away to go and duck behind a pile of boxes. "No peeking!"
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Post by Mustapha on Apr 15, 2009 16:04:39 GMT -5
Mustapha snorted, "Puh-lease lesbo marlo." She said in her best teen queen voice, "you think I would honestly look at you when I can have any duh brain boys r us sone clone I want!" She snorted at the end for effect and cocked a little hip. She was good at being a teen queen, she blamed Global Soft for that.
"Anyway..." She sighed, picking up odd bits of clothing and chucking them into her pile or the reject pile. This was quite tedious to her after doing it once, her attention span was not so great, so by the time she was finished she didn't even recognize some of the weird stuff she had chucked in. She shrugged and sat down, waiting for Marley to make her entrance.
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 16, 2009 10:17:35 GMT -5
Marley rolled her eyes when she heard Mustapha act like a Teen Queen, bringing her back to her memories of her first and only year at Virtual High. The idiotic, chripy morons had always made fun and tormented her because she had acted and looked like such a "freak" and "wierdo". But she never bothered to let them get to her and bash her self estime. She had always kept her strong confidence in herself and in what she thought was right.
She quickly shed her old clothing and slipped on her new outfit, making sure it all looked allright before stepping out from behind the boxes.
" Tada!" she said, holding out her arms and striking a pose for effect.
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Post by Mustapha on Apr 16, 2009 17:12:50 GMT -5
Mustapha's jaw dropped, "Wow! If I hadn't helped you put this together I wouldn't recognize you one bit!!!" She giggled in excitement, clapping her hands in appreciation. "You look fantastic!!" She exclaimed, nodding in appreciation.
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 19, 2009 13:12:43 GMT -5
Marley grinned and adjusted her belt slightly on her hips.
" Thanks!" she said, walking over the peer at her reflexion in the mirror for a second.
" Woah." she muttered before turning to face Mustapha once again. " Now, why don't we get the rest of your outfit together then."
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Post by Mustapha on Apr 19, 2009 19:52:07 GMT -5
Mustapha looked at the pile in her lap and smiled. "Righto..." She said quietly before walking behind the raggedy curtain. "Er..." She murmured before sticking her head back out, "same rules apply... no peeking." She blushed slightly before ducking back around the corner. She was a little wild at times and no doubt crazy but underneath she was very self concious about her body... despite the short shorts.
"Hey Marley?" She said quickly, "erm... have you ever... not liked what you seen in the mirror?" She blushed again, pulling off her vest.
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