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Riza held up a bright pink Hawaiin shirt and examined it critically. All around her were scattered other garments of dubious fashion. Finding clothing had never been difficult before. All she asked was that the style was practical and the colors solid. Simple. Easy. And, at least from this clothing box, in incredibly short supply. She had lucked out once, getting her hands on the nice white blouse she currently wore, but even she couldn't live day in and day out wearing the exact same outfit. The frequent washing would wear out the material and she would still need new clothes.
Still, she had resisted for awhile. Beyond the aggravation of dealing with the box's complete lack of taste, she had held out hope that she would leave soon, that more than one outfit would not be necessary. But practically eventually won the day. Hair and clothes still sticky from exploring the surrounding jungle, she had made her way to the clothing box.
The bright pink flowers were just too much, though. She started to put it aside, then suddenly pictured the Colonel wearing this shirt, with the straw hat that she had seen the Fuhrer wear on occasion. Leading his mini-skirt army... Her lips twitched, and for a brief moment she actually smiled.
[ooc: ST welcome always.]
Still, she had resisted for awhile. Beyond the aggravation of dealing with the box's complete lack of taste, she had held out hope that she would leave soon, that more than one outfit would not be necessary. But practically eventually won the day. Hair and clothes still sticky from exploring the surrounding jungle, she had made her way to the clothing box.
The bright pink flowers were just too much, though. She started to put it aside, then suddenly pictured the Colonel wearing this shirt, with the straw hat that she had seen the Fuhrer wear on occasion. Leading his mini-skirt army... Her lips twitched, and for a brief moment she actually smiled.
[ooc: ST welcome always.]