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Post by Lizzie on Feb 18, 2009 15:37:26 GMT -5
*Alex's easy air, but Lizzie's worry to rest.*
"Don't I know it. Hell, I would too if I could git away with it." *She smiled, nuzzling her forehead to Alex's before letting her go so she could pull the dress over her head.*
"Jake'd make one hell of a fuss though."
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Post by Alex on Feb 18, 2009 15:47:25 GMT -5
"No doubt," Alex chuckled. "But I would dearly love to see it, one day. Though I suspect we wouldn't make it anywhere near the door."
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Post by Lizzie on Feb 18, 2009 15:58:07 GMT -5
*Lizzie blushed anew, fingers slowing as they work her buttons closed.*
"Ya really think I'd be that much of a looker in trousers?" *She asked shyly. She'd worn them of course, riding or doing farm work. Wasn't no way to do that in a dress. But she never though of it as an attractive look.*
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Post by Alex on Feb 18, 2009 17:00:56 GMT -5
Alex leaned closer, confidentially.
"Are you telling me," she said, a glint in her eye, "you've never snuck a look at my legs, when so encased?"
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Post by Lizzie on Feb 18, 2009 17:10:41 GMT -5
*Lizzie chewed her lip to hold back a giggle.*
"I suppose, but at the time..." *She was blushing again.*
"I thought 'ya were a boy."
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Post by Alex on Feb 18, 2009 17:40:13 GMT -5
Alex pursed her lips in amusement.
"Well now that you know the truth, you don't look?" she prodded. "A pretty girl's leg is a fine thing, and far too seldom seen to best effect. Why do you think they have girls sing trouser roles, hmm?"
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Post by Lizzie on Feb 18, 2009 17:50:34 GMT -5
"It's just..." *Lizzie squirmed a bit, feeling a little uncomfortable all of the sudden. It still felt weird. Not normal. But it didn't bother her as much as it used to and in a way that was worse. She just didn't want to dwell on it.*
"Well maybe." *She conceded, hurrying to pull her hair back.*
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Post by Alex on Feb 18, 2009 18:01:57 GMT -5
((She "didn't want to swell on it"? Freudian typo? )) "Oh, love," Alex sighed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I know I said I'd get rid of of them, and I am trying. I wasn't trying to force you into anything." She turned in a circle. "See?" she said. "All girlified."
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Post by Lizzie on Feb 18, 2009 18:09:35 GMT -5
((Indeed. You know me. Such a perv.))
"It ain't like that..." *She tried to confirm. But it was, wasn't it. Still Lizzie found a smile.*
"Ya look right smart, even all frilled." *She said with a nod, smoothing the wrinkles from her own dress.*
"So where these places at?" *She took Alex's hand and started towards the door.*
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Post by Alex on Feb 18, 2009 18:22:27 GMT -5
Of course her dress was old, and wrinkled, but she supposed Lizzie was trying just as she was. Funny, she'd take her hand now, dressed this way.
"Oh, all around. The Rue de Rivoli, for one. Most have signs in the windows, advertising rooms."
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Post by Lizzie on Feb 18, 2009 18:26:05 GMT -5
*Lizzie seemed eager enough to get started, almost pulling Alex out into the hall.*
((So how would you like to do this?))
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Post by Erik on Feb 18, 2009 18:51:02 GMT -5
((Dunno. Want to skip the looking, or have them post looking over one or two they can argue about?))
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 18:52:47 GMT -5
((I could go either way, although the latter might bring up some issues that I hadn't counted on. You want to give it a go?))
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Mark Lewis
- Masterful Virgin -
Whatever I photograph I always lose.
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Post by Mark Lewis on Feb 23, 2009 13:58:29 GMT -5
Mark watched the girls go, his face expressionless as he replaced the lens cover on his camera. The Opera was rife with passages and tunnels, something he'd learned in solitary excursions in his years working his way up from follow-spot operator to taking over some of the lighting from the old man. He did little in the way of actual design, just yet, but it was only a matter of time.
If he had it.
He wasn't even sure what he was looking for, in these interludes while he walked the passages, listening in on conversations that he would never have, smiling to himself at the stories the petite rats told, watching stone-faced the lovers' trysts. The scenes all had one thing in common--he could not look away.
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