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[futures_of_ash]

Rachel is in the bar, slowly stretching in the rafters. The feel of muscles moving under whole, undamaged skin is something that makes her smile. And, for a wonder, she's actually not wearing spandex or torn jeans...no. She's wearing a small work out bra, rippling scars showing in breathtaking patterns everytime she bends her back.

It's a tale of pain and agony each time the light shifts over the slick skin...

Perhaps that's why she's in the rafters. She hates to bother people.

[Alas, the computer is being stolen from me. Open to slowtags of course]

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[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

He grins at that.

"Well, then thanks, again."

He eyes her.

"What do you do for fun?"

[futures_of_ash]

"Use molecules to build sand castles that won't go away. And fusion marbles" she said with a straight face.

"And there's always my quasi-religious impersonations..."

"Battle-ship?"

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

He eyes her.

"You? Are cute."

he sighs.

"Battleship is always good..."

[futures_of_ash]

"I get that alot. It's kinda creepy" she chuckled.

A brief poke of Bar, and look, Battleship! In all it's plastic peg glory.

She always liked the pegs. They make a nifty noise.

The ships are kinda beside the point...

...but it's fun.

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

He chuckles and bends his head to play.

... it can, indeed, be fun.