by Brnin8r » Tue Feb 09, 2010 4:02 pm
Greg nodded, "All right then." he hopped into the front seat and turned his key he had pulled from his pocket. The van groweld to life, "Well it looks like we're good so far. Let's get the girls." he cut the power and stepped out, "You guys should load our loadouts." he remarked as he went back to get Dan and Ashton ready.
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No girl had a gun and it looked as if there were no possible weapons, even sharp objects around the room. The girls nodded and just sat down, "We aren't the girls...we're POWs." the said mournfully.
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Mary Anne finished drying her tears as Charlotte approached the closet doors. When they opened, the first thing to catch Charlotte's eyes was a retracting trap door that supposedly led to an underground passageway. No one was in front of her...just the random clothes on hangars and shelves that had been there before. After almost closing the doors, out of thin air a slender hand appeared that rushed up to an invisible hood trim. It pulled back to reveal the luscious locks Charlotte had come to admire and further pulled, the odd cloak revealed a masked face that looked down at her. It was a simple opera mask, akin to the Phantom's in Phantom of the Opera. The floating head of the Hierarch smiled, the one eye uncovered by the mask had been touched up lightly with eyeshadow, though it was a noticeable change from the glamorous makeup used for her public speech at lunch. "Hello Charly." her honeyed voice dripped into Charlotte's ears as she pulled away the rest of her camoflauge cloak, revealing her get-up; another step down from her usual flamboyant garments. She wore a very simple, compartively, set of pajamas. Her top was a dark, silken magenta that cut low to reveal her late teenage bust and stopped high to uncover her perfectly flat, blemish-free stomach. The short sleeves ended in lacy purple designs depicting fairies flying around. Her bottom was a matching magenta pair of short shorts, as silk and shiny as they come, bottomed with the same lacy trimming. She wore no shoes and her painted toenails matched her pajamas. "How are you this evening?" she removed her mask finally allowing Charlotte to see her perfect face again.
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