Characters: Scales/Novak [
lizardoverdose], Hybrid/Max [
nixe_eva], Bubbles/Glinda [
bubble-ditz]
Date/Time: Afternoonish, March 23nd.
Location: The elevator (ooooh~~)
Rating: PG-13..ish?
Summary: You know how the elevator can be...
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I've pressed every button, except this one! )
Not just any man either--that same man she'd been before, the one with the features that taunted her from the mirror with their familiarity. He--the body she was in--was perfect. Perfect dark brown hair, beautiful brown, playful eyes. Well defined facial structure, smooth skin, and soft hands that felt as though they had never touched a tool in their lives. The clothes she woke up in were high quality and, oh my goddess, the shoes! They were the finest leather!
So it was so confusifying as to why she felt so sad, gazing into the mirror. It was torture, to see this perfect stranger and feel nothing but an inner sorrow. She felt loss. Without any context it all, it made her hate herself and that was definitely unfamiliar territory for the ditzy blond.
She had to get out of the house. Go...anywhere. Just so she didn't have to look at herself anymore. Her borrowed body instinctively moved in a causal but regal pace, as though it were dancing through instead of plodding along like a normal person. She was so upset she didn't really notice the others getting in.
Of course, that meant she was going to regret her brooding in a minute.
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Wait. Wings?
"Hybrid?" He asked, trying to look astonished, but ending up just looking intimidated again. Apparently, the only expression this guy could pull off was threatening. "You get knocked by this bodyswitch too? Scales here."
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