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Post by Lightning Farron on Feb 10, 2011 19:53:34 GMT -5
 nobody said it was easy
no one ever said it would be so hard
oh take me back to the start.
It wasn't often that she wore a dress - in fact, she figured it hadn't occurred since her eighteenth birthday - but Lightning figured she looked nice enough in one on occasions that they were necessary. Resisting the urge to impatiently cross her arms and/or tap her foot, she tried to figure out somewhere to put her hands that was comfortable.
The plain black dress moved with her as she shifted and crossed one calf over the other, pointedly not thinking about the stilettos she was currently wearing. While not short, Lightning was not a fan of being talked down to by men - at least, physically - and so she wore the tallest heels she could find, hoping to the Maker that she didn't break her ankle.
Hobbling around on crutches was not exactly a way to travel.
The ironed white tablecloth wrinkled unevenly as she rested her elbows on it, waiting for someone - anyone - to show up so this thing could just be over with. Whatever divine prank (read: one of her family members) had caused her to get signed up for this had a face just waiting to get punched.
Unless it was Hope innocently trying to get her to loosen up a little. Maybe she'd be lenient then. But if it were Snow, he'd have two fists coming.
Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, she succumbed to the want to tap her fingers in suppressed irritation. He had better get here soon.
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Post by auron on Feb 11, 2011 19:19:50 GMT -5
A lot of people had probably dressed up for this thing. Auron had not. He wore the same outfit as always, the only visible difference being that his sunglasses were hooked to his collar than sitting on his nose. He didn't seem to be interested or disinterested in what was going on; by expression alone, he did not care. He knew, however, who it was he was meeting. That woman he'd met in Luca, the mercenary.
"You never struck me as the type to dress out," Auron commented, stepping around Lightning and pulling a chair out from under the table for her. He may not have cared for such things, but he knew how to be a gentleman. It could have been much worse, indeed; they could have ended up with someone they despised or did not know. He would have been irritated if Tidus' prank had landed him with someone he didn't know. |
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Post by Lightning Farron on Feb 15, 2011 20:42:13 GMT -5
"You never struck me as the type to dress out."
She didn't turn around. "Even mercenaries need to know how to clean up." They hadn't told her who she would be meeting, but Lightning was perversely glad that it was someone that she got along with and not some random individual. Taking the seat thankfully, she sat down into the cushion, tossing a nod in the direction of the Guardian.
"You never struck me as the type to be gentlemanly."
The absence of his sunglasses - oh, wait, they were there on his collar - threw her for a second. He hadn't dressed up, contrary to her, but that was irrelevant. Auron having shown up in a suit probably would have just gotten more awkward.
Resting her forearms on the table, Lightning propped the balls of her feet on the foot of the table. Now where to go?
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