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Post by quinnquinn on Aug 26, 2015 16:20:46 GMT -8
The dorms? Clothes? Owen followed along, though it was confirmed he was right when she asked about colours.
"I like..." He was trying to recall. "Red is pretty..." He said, thinking of threads. "Blue..." The sky, his eyes. "Green, pink, orange..." By now he was just listing colours off the top of his head, forgetting what the initial question even was.
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Post by stuffed-peppers on Aug 28, 2015 7:55:15 GMT -8
"Red, huh? I like red too." [With a cheeky grin, Salvia flaunted her own crimson jacket. And then he started listing off the rest of the colors of the rainbow. This kid was like . . . a super subdued version of Maxwell. A parallel universe where Maxwell was quieter than a mouse, wore white, and still just as weird. Maxwell's blank canvas.]
"Awesome. Sweet," [Salvia intervened in-between possibly obscure colors.] "Looks like you're an open-minded kid, and I can appreciate that. You don't hate jackets or tacky pants or questionable socks, right?"
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Post by quinnquinn on Aug 28, 2015 15:39:40 GMT -8
Salvia stopped him and he realised he was off in a tangent again. He bit his lip and kept quiet.
"I don't always wear pants..." He mused, not really answering or not answering the question. "O-Oh I don't like checkers..." Yes. Checkered clothes always made him upset, he hadn't really worked out why for himself yet. "No checkers." He shook his head.
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Post by stuffed-peppers on Aug 30, 2015 8:09:37 GMT -8
"No checkers, check," [Salvia chuckled. Bad joke was bad.] "Hey man, it's free country--of chrysanthemums. No one has to wear pants if psssh, they don't want to. I don't wear pants sometimes. Kind of."
"Oop, there we go." [Salvia's team room eventually came into view. She strode up to it to unlock it and pushed the door forward.]
[Eyes briefly widening in realization, she quickly shut the door again.] "Uh. Problem. Big problem." [She turned to the boy, hoping he hadn't seen it.] "You mind waiting out here? I completely forgot the floor is one big chessboard."
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Post by quinnquinn on Aug 30, 2015 8:47:12 GMT -8
Well yes, Death did let you do quite a lot of stuff. Heck, dying let you do quite a lot too. Only humans ever seemed to question his sense of dress in the end.
As they approached the door and it opened, Owen caught a glance of the floor. Just as Salvia realised, so did he. He let out an uncomfortable grunt and turned away from the doorway. "I'll wait outside. I'll wait outside." He chanted for a short burst to himself.
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Post by stuffed-peppers on Aug 30, 2015 9:05:39 GMT -8
[Damn, he wasn't kidding about those checkers. He was practically distressed. A little apprehensive on his condition, Salvia quickly entered and carefully made sure to close the door behind her. She wondered if he won't go postal outside by himself. Ensuring to not test that possibility or his patience, she proceeded to raid the wardrobe and bunk bed drawers for the clothes she hadn't seen in several decades at most. Sorry for your hard work at folding clothes, Sienna.]
[In due time, she side stepped out of the room with a bundle of varied clothes in her arms. She ungracefully plopped them onto the hallway floor and quickly closed the door behind her.] "Sorry about that. Here. S'a lot of old crap I don't wear anymore, and I think they might match your size? I'm not sure. Feel free to try." [Now feeling awkward about her sudden generousity, she scratched her matted head.]
[Among the pile of clothes was a dusty, tan aviator's jacket, a black leather jacket from her greaser phase, another black jacket that was chipping at the edge, white pants, and a couple of jeans. There were also embarrassing bracelets that she wished were her roommates' and not hers. Also some very weird socks. Also some strange boxers of sorts. Man, she ought to throw these at Goodwill down earth or something. Salvia started to wonder if these were still clean . . . ]
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Post by quinnquinn on Sept 6, 2015 6:51:40 GMT -8
Salvia reappeared with what looked like a box of odds and ends, but clothes. He picked up the aviator jacket at the top of the pile and looked at it. It looked to be a decent size. It was still in fairly good condition, though it was definitely old. Perhaps it was his size? Owen wasn't sure just by looking.
Putting it back he pulled out other things from the pile. What an odd amalgamation of clothes. It was far more varied than any shop he'd been to (though he hadn't been to many so it was probably an inaccurate assumption). He would like to try these all on, but with what he was wearing it would make hard work of it. He looked at his sleeves and pondered what to do next.
After a brief pause, he looked to the other. "Can I try these in my room?" He asked. He'd get Salvia to have a look at him wearing them, since she'd probably know what a good fit looked like in these old things.
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Post by stuffed-peppers on Sept 6, 2015 17:34:52 GMT -8
[The boy seemed to be either curious or intrigued or maybe bewildered by the variety of clothing, Salvia couldn't really tell.] "Uh, sorry if they don't fit you right after all." [Jeez, it was a wonder Sienna actually let her keep this nostalgic mess in their room wardrobe. She hoped she didn't pick up any of her teammate's articles by accident.]
"Yeah sure." [Salvia scooped up the clothes back in her arms.] "Lead the way, bird boy."
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Post by quinnquinn on Sept 22, 2015 5:16:40 GMT -8
Well. They wouldn't know till they tried, right? At Salvia's invitation he headed off to the direction of his room. It took a little while of getting lost from one wrong turn, but it wasn't too hard to get back on track. They eventually reached the door, and Owen gave a loud resounding knock, with an equally jarring loud voice. "Walter! Diana! Eva!"
There was no answer.
He pressed his ear comically right into the door and there was no sound. "They're not in... We can go in..." He twisted the doorknob and a neon light poured from the gap in the doorway.
Stepping inside was like stepping onto a movie set. The door didn't match the room at all. It was almost black and dark, yet brightly lit from the lights that were the large tiles on the floor. Other lights decorated the walls and artificial window on the wall. Owen headed for the leather couch by that window and dumped all he was holding on it. There was quite a bit of stuff. Hm. He picked up the aviator jacket and continued where he left off.
Putting it on his lap, Owen's hands began to move behind his neck and after a clink or two, he'd undone the first buckle that was there. "Can you help me..?" He turned his back to Savia, struggling to point at the next buckle down. He just needed two at this point.
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Post by stuffed-peppers on Sept 25, 2015 7:45:10 GMT -8
[Salvia was surprised at how loud the boy's voice can reach. She didn't think he'd be louder than the mouse he was now. As he confirmed entering, she poked her head through, looked around the room and whistled.] "Nice Tron getup."
[She studied the interior when she was inside, though immediately attended to Owen when he called her over.] "Sure thing, buddy." [She swiftly undid that buckle and the others below it, thinking she was being generous with the extra help.]
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Post by quinnquinn on Sept 25, 2015 8:52:54 GMT -8
There, someone said it again. Tron. He hadn't seen that movie. Though if it looked like his room - more like if his room looked like it - it would make for a fun watch indeed.
He got what help he needed from Salvia, and a little bit extra. Owen heard one buckle go, then two, and feeling pressure from hands on his back he started to flush red. He turned around but being far too efficient, the third buckle was already unhooked. Luckily he was sitting down and she couldn't touch the fourth one he was sitting on. That would be disastrous.
"Th-Thank you..." He said a little shaken, hiding his face with one of his sleeves whose weight was already pulling it off his shoulders. It did make it easier to change at least. He pulled off his sleeves and laid the empty cloth on his lap and pulled on the aviator jacket instead. It felt nice on his skin, and it fit, perhaps? He turned to Salvia with his cheeks still slightly red from before and gave her a questioning look.
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Post by stuffed-peppers on Sept 25, 2015 9:01:51 GMT -8
"OW! Fffff---" [Owen had spun so abruptly that the third buckle smacked her fingers rather hard. No damage done, probably, but they stung a bit. She shook them out while replying with a hint of vexation.] "No problem, dude."
[She looked up and down at the aviator jacket. Ahh, those were the days. She nodded in approval and held a thumbs up.] "Looks good on ya."
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Post by quinnquinn on Sept 25, 2015 9:06:32 GMT -8
He was a bit too preoccupied over his current state to really notice he'd hurt Salvia. Not that either of them seemed to care too much about it anyway.
She seemed to like the jacket on him. That was good. He put it on one side of him, strewn messily but somehow carefully. Owen was going to have his own system for sorting and it was going to be a mess.
He looked over the stack of clothes still left to try, wondering what to try next.
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Post by stuffed-peppers on Sept 25, 2015 9:14:04 GMT -8
[It was a bit too late to ask since Owen was already putting away the jacket, but she thought she'd do so anyway.] "Fits okay? Nothing like, feels weird in places, right?" [Maybe she should've checked the pockets first. There was probably spare change or an expired candy bar somewhere . . . ]
[Noticing his staring at the pile, Salvia walked over and picked out the sleeve of the leather greaser jacket.] "Try this one. I think you'll look pretty cool in it. There might be some pants you can match it to--" [She dug through to search for those old, rugged jeans that were aesthetically torn at the knees. She chuckled trying to imagine Owen in a 'bad boy' getup. Maybe she should get him shades and hair gel for Christmas.]
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Post by quinnquinn on Sept 25, 2015 9:24:10 GMT -8
"It's ok." He replied to that. He didn't feel any discomfort anywhere before. It should be alright. If anything he could always bring it to someone who knew how to fix it.
Salvia picked up another jacket, and pants as well this time. He figured he had to try these on together for full effect, but ah... Properly dressing now were we? At that prospect Owen began to flush again, holding his hand up to his face to hide it but it was just a bare hand without a sleeve, and it did a terrible job.
"I..." He started off very meek and shy this time. "I have to change... I don't... want... girls to see me when I change..." He held the sleeves in his lap in his arms.
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