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Post by JUDE HARLOW on Dec 7, 2013 19:09:44 GMT -6
Man, this place was so rad. The paint was a bit harsh but other than that definitely Jude's style. Speaking of; Jude was not lost percé... Moreover exploring without any particular aim. He'd explored the library and that was just so great and now he'd returned to an empty foyer. "Fuck. I hope the group isn't far." For at least a second, Jude considered going off looking for them. He quickly decided against doing so when he thought on all the cool mysteries this place was surely hiding. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pink bejeweled cellphone, sending a few messages to his PIC and then clicking it closed, headed down behind the stairs where he'd promised he would meet his friend.
Jude took this time to captalogue some of the things he'd picked up on his tour of the place. First, the spare tuxedo he'd found in some convenient wardrobe. Second, some stupid glowing coat he'd nicked from the offices of this really scary guy-- Wait. Jude's Modus Operandi wasn't accepting the coat. This took a moment before Jude decided to force his Modus into creating a second Coat by shoving the coat in and then quickly switching the position of the Bag in his hand with the Bag in his hand so as to utilize the only known exploit of the Modus. The coat was tossed lazily to the floor and, as Jude checked in his bag, was also neatly tucked away in an inventory slot. Oh the glories of cheating. A few books and Jude's inventory was half full! To save the floor from being cluttered, Jude donned the strange coat and sat, waiting for his pal to show.
(the copy of the coat doesn't have any special powers and is just a copy of the coat on a molecular level but like, not imbued with magic or anything like that. the game would recognize it as the same item however since if items have id codes they would have the same one) [/color] |
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Post by ZOEY HURTON on Dec 7, 2013 21:41:09 GMT -6
They certainly didn't take it easy on the green, did they? Not that Zoey was surprised that the inner walls of the mansion were in the same gaudy color as the outer, but still. It might be easier for her to navigate if everything wasn't the same color. Sure, the sizes of the rooms and the decor were different in each, but it all kind of melted into the background. It might've been easier to just follow the group, but then again they probably didn't really know where they were going either. Plus she wouldn't want the others getting all up in her secret business anyway. As if the thought conjured it, her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she pulled it out briefly to reply.
Eventually Zoey found her way towards the front of the building. It wasn't that hard to find the foyer after that, and the stairs in it. She peered behind them from across the room and saw someone waiting there, as expected.
"Jude!" She waved frantically before walking over. "Sweet duds," she said, admiring the garish coat he wore. "I'm guessing you didn't get that from your closet at home."
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Post by JUDE HARLOW on Dec 8, 2013 2:31:04 GMT -6
Jude turned in a start as, who he assumed was Zoey, approached. He raised his hand in return. "Yo, Zoey, wassup." He looked over himself as she spoke of his new jacket and a small smile broke across his lips. "Yeah, I got you one too, man." He snatched the original coat out of his bag and tossed it to Zoey. "Team jackets, yo." Jude took this opportunity to look over Zoey. His grin grew and showed a gentler side of Jude. He couldn't hold back from stepping forward and giving the girl he'd spent so much time talking to a super fantastic Jude hug. "It's nice to finally meet you!"
Stepping away, Jude's smile returned to its usual subdued state. He waved off the hug as though he'd decided it wasn't really that much of a thing, playing off his lack of self control. But like, fuck it he'd just met Zoey he wasn't going to not hug her. That'd be a fuckin' crime if he'd ever heard one. |
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Post by ZOEY HURTON on Dec 8, 2013 3:08:00 GMT -6
"What, no way!" she replied, catching the second coat. "Lookit you, thinking ahead." She held it out for a moment to examine it--an exact copy of the one her friend wore--before slipping it on. It was a bit big on her, but who didn't like an oversized jacket? "Flashy! Quite literally. But I think it'd be cool if we made them a different color, right?"
She didn't expect the sudden hug but definitely didn't reject it. In fact she probably hugged him back a little too hard with a grin on her face that was even wider than usual. "Nice to meet you too!"
She gave him a smile as they stepped apart, noticing his now rather stoic look. She turned to gaze around, deciding to ignore it. Jude had always seemed pretty composed when they talked on Pester so she wasn't all that surprised. "So what do you wanna do? Explore around?"
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Post by JUDE HARLOW on Dec 8, 2013 3:28:56 GMT -6
Jude already had his shirt halfway off, his jacket and ripped Prospit shirt already lying on the floor. He peeked over the neck and bunched up majority of his t-shirt at Zoey and quickly looked away, the faintest (and I mean so faint right now) bit of red rising in his cheeks. He kicked his clothes over to Zoey and turned away. "Yo, gimme your shirt. It's cold." On the ground at Zoey's feet was a small pile consisting of a golden Prospit pajama shirt ripped down the middle to act as an over-shirt and Jude's staple black t-shirt with the pink fist in the center. Jude stood faced away, his arms crossed, shivering a bit. After a small while he turned his torso to face to Zoey's right, keeping his head faced in its static "away" direction, with his arm outstretched, hand open, waiting for the Dersian duds. "Fuck, it's drafty in here." |
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Post by ZOEY HURTON on Dec 8, 2013 3:51:19 GMT -6
Zoey turned back around, honestly rather surprised to hear the sound of clothing dropping to the ground. She glanced at Jude wide eyed, wondering what the hell he was doing topless. She only remembered that they were supposed to be swapping shirts when Jude kicked his over to her.
"Oh, I almost forgot we were gonna do that!" She took off her newly obtained coat and let it crumple to the ground. "Gimme like two seconds." She tugged off her dersite shirt and tossed it over his shoulder, not noticing his outstretched hand until she was bending down to grab her change of clothes. She donned the modified outfit and began fixing her hair. No need to look like a hobo. "Okay you're good."
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Post by JUDE HARLOW on Dec 8, 2013 4:03:44 GMT -6
Swiftly, Jude donned the shirt. He grabbed a fistful of his own collar and brought it up to his face and took a whiff. He shot Zoey a questioning gaze. "Are you wearing... like. Girly stuff?" His eyes narrowed and he kept his eyes on Zoey as he bent down to pick up the jacket and slid it over his shoulders, tugging at what would be the lapels and straightening out the sleeves by pulling at the cuff of the sleeve. "Smells nice." He didn't fuss with his hair too much as it fell on his face haphazardly; perfectly imperfect.
"So hey, do you just wanna blow this popsicle stand? I've checked it out a bit and it kinda grows old. Plus," He paused to clear his throat and run a hand back through his hair, "It's kinda burning my retinas." He stepped out from underneath the alcove beneath the stairway and nodded toward the entrance. "Your call though. I also kinda stole these coats so I was thinkin' dodging out wouldn't be too harmful a proposal." He grinned mischievously and held his hand out to Zoey, looking from her to it. |
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Post by ZOEY HURTON on Dec 8, 2013 4:23:21 GMT -6
"You mean perfume?" Her eyes trailed off for a moment, thinking back on right before she left. "Can't say for sure but I don't think so." She shrugged on the final jacket, taking a few moments to adjust it so it hung comfortably. "Yeah, I know what you mean if, like me, every room you've seen was the same color as this." She made a vague gesture around the room.
She followed him out from behind the steps. "Oh really. And is there anything else someone might find misplaced later?" She gave him a leery stare, but it was all light of heart. She took his hand. "I guess we can go. Best not be caught in the act, huh?"
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