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[shelley_winters]

Shelley shivers, chilly now she is out of the warm shower, and hurries dressing. Tucking the ends of a pair of loose pants into her shoes stops them tripping her. The shirt, however, she gives up on, and wraps the sash from her dress around her waist a few times to turn it into a kind of tunic. Rolling the sleeves up exposes the faded pink line running down her left forearm, and she eyes it for a moment. But it's either that or have them flopping over her hands constantly.

She stares into the mirror for a few minutes as she combs her hair out, almost glaring at her reflection before she notices the mark on one side of her neck, and drops the brush. One fingertip brushes it lightly, before dragging the neckline of the shirt to one side, revealing one or two others. Oh. She closes her eyes as her cheeks redden. Not good.

No. It's fine, they'll fade. Deliberately she ties the shirtstrings as tight as possible to hide all but one, then brushes her hair forward instead of putting it up. Fine.

The girl lips her lips nervously, then heads out of the bathroom. She can get through a few hours.

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[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A wry, knowing smile.

"Yes, I do."

[shelley_winters]

"So, why ask?" she says sharply, glaring through strands of unbound hair.

She misses her glasses.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A calm explanation as he studied her with a curious look.

"Because it is important to hear it from you on the rare chance that I am mistaken."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley just rolls her eyes, and looks down at her hands coldly.

Chances are, if he can think of it, it's wrong with her.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A quiet, if slightly sullen comment to her as he poked at his food. She was hardly going to be pleasant with the thought of going back looming in her mind. No matter, he had no intention of sending her back again after this.

"Since it does not look like you are intent on eating your breakfast, shall I simply send you back?"

[shelley_winters]

Shelley swallows, looking up.
Quoth the universe, 'O RLY?'
"Yes, please."

She needs to get away. She'll figure out how to go about life once she's there.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Ishamael nodded calmly, and gestured calmly towards her.

"First, let us discuss procedure."

A small sip of his wine.

"Because of the extended length of time, I will not be able to appropriately judge the time, I will wait for what I judge a week's time, and then leave a note in your room detailing the precise time for the Gateway."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley chews on her lower lip, and nods silently.

She hates this part, where the terms of freedom are dictated.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Raising a finger, Ishamael cautioned her with narrowed eyes.

"I would be very careful about spending time in places like Antar or the like because you do not want time to slip and you to miss the rendezvous. It would be highly unfortunate if I had to come fetch you myself, it would sour my mood for several days."

[shelley_winters]

Her body tenses slightly, eyes staying down as she nods, but doesn't reply.

Really, what is there to say?

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

With a small sigh, Ishamael took a deep breath and a portal spun into existence. It was little matter to also put a small shield on her mind as well.

"There you go. Remember, look for that letter in your room. Do not be late."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley slips off her seat eagerly, and heads for the portal, though not without a brief, sidelong glance at him.

One hand goes halfway to her neck before she turns abruptly away and ducks through into Milliways.