fuckinghysterical: (LB Suit - straight up gangsta)
Laughing Beauty "LB" | Laughing Octopus ([personal profile] fuckinghysterical) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2013-05-01 02:08 am
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CHARACTERS: Laughing Beauty and Lilith
LOCATION: Somewhere on the Scylla, rummaging about.
WARNINGS: Swearing maybe? And stealing things. Clutch your pearls, THEY ARE STEALING THINGS.
SUMMARY: So LB jumps on the pirate ship to raid things and runs into Lilith. This is clearly the best time to have a girl-to-girl chat about things.
NOTES: Also, LB finds it absolutely necessary to wear her octopus suit while looking for makeup, of all things.


After seeing the network post about the Scylla's contents being up for grabs, LB wasted no time in getting in her Octopus suit and climbing aboard to see what she could find. Even if the crew had supposedly been all eliminated, there always was the chance that this was a trap or that there was someone waiting to ambush them all at the perfect time. If such an event were to occur, she would at least be equipped to likely fight her way out of the mess with little to show for it.

However, once she gets to rummaging around, the Octopus starts to wonder what exactly she would want from their ship anyway. She already had a suit that could camouflage her into just about every environment, so those cloaking devices were useless to her. On top of that, she was still pretty satisfied with her FN P90, so the weaponry around the place didn't interest her much. Finding the instant noodle packs that those bastards stole from her would be pretty nice, but it seemed like none of that was to be found. Fuckers.

Once she finds herself in a passenger's quarters, though, LB pauses when she sees a stash of makeup stored in a bag within the room. Either this was a woman's room or some man really liked to play dress up, didn't really matter to her. But then she realizes just how long it had been since she had the luxury of having the tools to make herself even hotter. Sure, she was blessed with one hell of a bone structure, but that could only take you so far. Even if she was hardened for battle, she sure as hell still liked to look pretty outside of it.

So with a bit of a mischievous chuckle, she begins to sort through the makeup, taking what she wanted from it. That foundation looked much too dark for her skin, but damned straight that eye liner was going in one of her many pockets. She gets so into this process, that she almost forgets that there might be others lurking around behind her.

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