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8/8/2005
Logfile from Lillianne.
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<> Lillianne's Room
While not painstakingly neat, there is a sense of order to the room. The bed is made, more or less. Clothes fill the dresser and the suitcase stashed under the bed pushed against the wall. A dresser is set underneath a large vent, and a curious stack of books and bric-brac lean against the wall almost to its edge. There's not much in the way of decoration, but a framed playbill and ticket do hang off a pipe, and a ratty looking stuffed animal sits on the bed. Most of her girlish possessions are at home or safely stored in one of the spare bedrooms at her aunt and uncle's home.
Even while going through the ordeal of Sabella's arrest and subsequent suicide, there was time for other things. Like shopping. Toxin was only too happy to shop for someone other than herself, and it shows, in the several bags and boxes that are being carried by her and a nondescript junior member. She stops and knocks on Lilli's door. Hopefully the girl has some closet room.
Uh... Not really? It is a junior's room. But there may be things that can get emptied out of her drawer, and stuffed under her bed. The door is partway open, and the sounds of soft violins drift around it, overshadowed by Toxin & Packages approach.
Oh well. Dressers can be bought. Poking her head into the room, Toxin calls out, "Lillianne?" Without waiting for further invitation, she steps inside, beckoning the junior to drop his packages and leave. The senior member has the grace to look a -little- embarrassed. "I got a little carried away."
Lillianne greets the senior by pushing off her bed and standing, eyes widening in ill-disguised glee at the armload getting dropped off. "Ms. Toxin... are you /sure/?" she asks, manners forcing the question even though the avaricious gleam in her eye shouts that it's all okay with her!
Toxin chuckles and holds out bags for Lilli to look through. "It's all yours. I hope it all fits, I got your sizes." Having skipped the underwear detail, she got winter clothing for the girl. A lot of dark things, both for working out and for wear in missions. However, Toxin couldn't resist getting a few brighter things, among them a shiny powder blue jacket with a fur collar, and a pair of pink earmuffs.
Lillianne gravitates to the earmuffs first, pulling them out of the bag and letting the delight on her face reward Toxin for the choice. She wraps them around her neck and continues through the rest of the packaging, and the jacket is met with similar glee. "Thank you so much, Ms. Toxin! But..." She folds the jacket over her arms and glances up. "What do I need all this stuff for? Ms. Amara wasn't exactly... talkative."
Toxin can't help but smile a little. In the back of her mind, she can only hope that Aramina is this adorable when she's Lillianne's age. "Well, the dark things are for the mission, mostly. We're going to Russia, and you must dress warmly." She motions to the darker things. "You'll be infiltrating an office building and destroying some files, both on hardcopy and electronically. You and Amara will be going in by yourselves." Turning to face the girl head on, Toxin points a finger at her. "I'm placing a great deal of trust in you, Lillianne."
Lillianne visibly pales as the mission is laid out, but she merely nods and tightens her lips. "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you. I won't disappoint. Is this need to know only, or..." She trails off and gives her head a firm shake. "Never mind. When do we leave?"
Toxin shakes her head, having an idea of who it is that the girl wants to tell. "This mission...is not for anyone else to know about, Lilli. You may tell your brother that you are leaving with me on a mission, but that is all, understand?" The older woman pauses, thinking. Can Lilli really handle this? She hopes so. "Just do as Amara tells you, dear. She won't let you come to any harm, and I think you can handle yourself."
Lillianne nods and tries to assume an indifferent air, shrugging at the bit about her brother. "If he asks, I'll tell what you said." She rolls her eyes back up to Toxin and smiles, the effect just a /little/ strained and wary. "I'll do my best. I trust you."
Toxin doesn't buy the act for a minute, but she plays it safe and instead reaches out and ruffles Lilli's hair. But she does that to everyone, even Toad, so it hopefully won't bother her. "I know you will. We'll leave soon, though I'm not sure of the exact day. There's a duffle bag in this mess somewhere. Pack the darker things and whatever else you think you'll need. We'll be gone for a week." And with that, Toxin smiles at Lilli and turns to head out the door.
It doesn't bother her, and in fact it puts her slightly at ease. The little girl act is so easy to maintain. She murmurs a quiet "yes, Ma'am," and reaches up to finger the fuzzy ear muffs, watching the door for while even after Toxin leaves.
Toxin delivers the promised winter gear, plus FUZZY PINK EARMUFFS
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"We'll be gone for a week." With a smile, Toxin turns away from the door and heads down the hallway, a soft "Yes, Ma'am," drifting out the door behind her. Lilli doesn't follow, and doesn't move to close the door on the pile of shopping bags littering the middle of her room. She holds still, lost in thought, in full view of the hallway, a shiny powder blue ski coat folded over an arm and fuzzy, bright pink earmuffs wrapped around her neck. It's a long moment of thought before she steps forward to shut the door.
It's that long moment of thought that proves to be her undoing. In that reflective stretch of seconds, Justin walks into the hallway, even steps pausing upon noting in turn Lilli, her unusual neckwear, and the assortment of bags stacked at her door. No expression as he greets impassively, "Lilli."
Lillianne is pulled out of her reverie by the greeting, and she stares blankly at him, her hand twitching to the door, holding it for a second before she, just as calmly and impassively, closes it in his face.
Chrome stares at the door for a long moment, a frown gradually growing into a scowl on his face. Winter gear. *Cute pink* winter gear. "Fine," he growls under his breath, turning away from his sister's door, and making his freshly ill-tempered way to his room, careful not to slaw the door again, lest his knock it down.. still haven’t had it fixed yet.
Maybe the shortest scene ever posted.