by muffinstud » Mon Jul 11, 2011 11:22 pm
"Make sure we get multiple angles of the ones in the pool area. Looks like at least one of them is wearing a white shirt." The woman smirks wickedly.
Zoey
The letter reads thusly: "Jonathan Summers, this is your suite. It is stocked with every necessity for whatever amorous occasion may arise. Should you feel the need for privacy, please note the switch next to the bed. It will shut off the cameras. Do try to enjoy yourself." The signature at the bottom is flowery to the point of being illegible, and the faint smell of melon and lavender wafts from it.
Peeking over the letter reveals quite the sight. The guy laying flat on the bed has a fan of hair spreading out around him. As it trickles out, it lightens in shade to a brown with just a pinch of red. At the same time, his legs appear to be spreading out wider, despite their angle not changing. His chest... it rises with each breath to fall a shorter distance.
Miki
Shifting to rest his head on the pillow seems to do the trick. Michael no longer feels the creeping at the back of his neck. The bed stays just as comfortable as his skin feels kind of tight all over for a second. It passes quickly, but leaves an unfamiliar ticklish, itchy sensation in his chest.
Harri
Harry's fist seems all the more threatening since he seems to be even bigger. In such close quarters to the other, he can feel Harry's chest brush up against his own. What's strange is that they only seem to make contact at two points, and Harry's chest feels softer than it probably should. Leon's hair gets into his mouth from the struggle, and he can rather obviously see just how blond it is. All this is interrupted by a huge splash from George.
Nephilim
Holding the smaller guy against the pool's edge, Harry can actually see him getting smaller. Not just that, he seemed to be getting more slim and his face seemed a little more round. The itching in his chest gets worse, especially as he feels his nipples brush the other guy through his suit. Speaking of his suit, it must be shrinking since it's getting tighter at the hips. Just before he can throw his punch, Harry is inundated by George's massive splash.
Zilla
George gets some of his hair in his mouth too, but it's just the corner. Poor Leon over there seems to have a mouthful of blond hair, and he looks... younger. Harry, meanwhile, has his back to George so he can only see how his shaggy brown hair looks finer and more shiny. The itching in George's chest increases, and while pulling his arm back from his splash, he can feel the water tug at it.
Blindsense
The apple is sweet and crisp and just a little tart. As he sits and relishes in the manicured nature around him, Sean's hair washes down past his ears and brings a feathery touch to the back of his neck. The gentle breeze seems to catch into his shirt, making it feel somewhat drafty.
Victorious
There is a handy latch for the window, and it's already unlocked. Should he try to get a better view, the small breeze will catch his hair. He'll feel it flutter out and tug against his scalp, and land against his back. Whether he opens the window or not, he'll still feel his skin pucker up like he has goose pimples all over. The boy on the bench, his hair stops growing just above his shoulders. However, he seems to take up less and less space in his clothes and his face looks slightly more elegant.
Knight
The itching in Sam's chest gets worse. The hand meant to scratch his chest finds soft flesh that presses against his fingers as it pushes outward. He can see Frank's gut all but disappear, taking with it the flab on other parts as well. He looks rather trim in fact, save for some vestiges of fat in his chest area. His hair is still a dark black, and reaching his waist.
Blaze
Frank's gut continues its vanishing act. What is rather odd though is how, while his stomach and arms and legs seem to be losing flab, his chest isn't. The itching on his scalp continues as well. The other man's hair bursts into a fiery red mane that threatens to reach his belt line. The part of Sam's chest not covered by his hand seems to be bulging out in a roundish manner.
N8
The bathroom doesn't seem to even have a door. Rather, it maintains privacy by using a wall and a small snaking corridor. Inside it's empty, with four sinks along the mirror across from a series of open doors with the necessary plumbing. Facing the mirror, to his left, is another opening like the first that most likely leads to showers. However, more interesting, is the hair Ed is cutting. Each snip lets fall lighter and lighter hair, and that which stays on his head is blond and turning lighter. The itching in his chest lingers, and his all of his clothing seems to be hanging off of him a bit.
Mendo
Blinking does not restore Matthew's vision. Moving down the stairs, he might notice the blurriness isn't quite as bad in his peripheral vision. Scratching his itch puts his hand in some soft hair that's quite attached to his head. It slowly creeps over his hand and the feathery touches reach his shoulders. There's a slight pressure in his chest, and his pants feel somewhat tight at the hips and rear.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker