Elle Bishop (
cautionarytale) wrote2009-07-21 06:25 pm
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065 - Claustrophobia!
[She meant to filter this to Adam and maybe Peter. That didn't happen. It's totally public.]
Let me out.
Oh god, it's getting worse.
Let me out.
Oh god, it's getting worse.
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That didn't matter right now. He continued to kiss Elle.]
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"Oh, by the way," [she said quickly, pulling away. In her confusion over Peter, she'd almost forgotten the idea she'd had. And this was an idea that was really only shareable with Adam.]
"I thought maybe if I could steal some of Veronica's clothes, I could pass myself off as her. Create a little mayhem. Whadaya think?"
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As Elle pulled away Adam sat up slightly. As she explained her plan, he raised an eyebrow, smiling at Elle.] "That is a brilliant plan." [However, past encounters with Veronica had caused Adam to err on the side of caution.]
"Be careful of her boyfriend though. His name's Logan or something. I beat the shit out of him. If you don't have a foolproof cover, he might call you on it. Also, her father has a pitbull. I'm not sure if the dad's on the boat anymore, but the dog might still be."
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[Annoying Lauren was actually the whole point to this little scheme. If Elle could use her disguise to her own advantage somehow, that'd be great, but really she wanted to get back at Lauren for making this flood worse. And get back at Veronica for being a bitch.]
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[Adam was impartial to Lauren. She was just another girl. She seemed like she had a stick constantly up her ass-maybe this would be good for her.]
"Did you know that in Lauren's world, there's apparently someone who looks like me? I've got a twin also."
[It didn't matter at all to Elle's plan-it was just a tidbit. However, Adam had found it interesting. How many people here had twins?]
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"Think you could use that to mess with her, or did you already get the most out of it?"
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"Yeah?"
[She didn't particularly need him to repeat it, so instead of waiting for a response she leaned in and kissed him again. A little part of her brain was reminding her about Peter and why he was mad at her, but one more kiss that he'd never find out about wouldn't hurt.]
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"What'll we do with her? I mean, if I'm pretending to be her warden, you think I can... take her stuff or... I dunno, keep her locked in her room or something? What'd be fun?"
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"Both of those sound good. Maybe you can take something that's really important to her. I think that she'd just bitch if you kept her locked in her room."
[Wow, that was a lame suggestion. As for the thing that would be important to Lauren, Adam had no idea.]
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[Elle was pretty much thinking aloud, rattling off whatever ideas popped into her head.]
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[Adam was basically doing the same thing as Elle.]
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[Okay, that was dumb. The wardens' items probably just looked like random knick-knacks lying around in their rooms. After all, she'd never seen anything in Peter's room that screamed 'I'm an item, steal me!']
"Whatever, I can at least look for it. But you'll have to teach me how to pick a lock, otherwise I won't be able to get in."
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[It actually was easy for Adam to teach Elle how to pick a lock. He had been doing things like this for four hundred years, he had gotten pretty good at it. At least, good enough to teach her.]
"When should we start?"
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"You think you understand?"
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[Elle couldn't wait to try out her exciting new skill! After she made sure Peter wasn't mad at her anymore, she would definitely be paying Veronica's room a visit.]
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[Leaning over towards Elle, Adam gave her one more kiss.]
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"Need any other help or can we just keep kissing?"
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"I'll go with option two."
[She tugged him back towards the bed. Yeah, okay, she shouldn't be doing this. But... last make-out session. Probably.]
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[Adam went along with Elle, perfectly fine that he was being yanked towards the bed. A make-out session with Elle was perfectly fine in his mind.]