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[for Grace]
Mar. 30th, 2013 05:44 pmOkay, so this looks bad.
I washed to shore in nothing but a ripped Emanuel Ungaro and a pair of tiny little-man shoes, so even though I have my bow and my arrows, actually shooting has been a real pain. Literally. My left forearm is black and blue from my latest attempt at target practice, the arm guard I built shredded to pieces by the time I was down. I've been digging around in this stupid clothes box for an hour, hoping to find something to work with, but so far all I've found are a couple of cute dresses, a new bikini, and a few pairs of oversized kevlar motorcycle pants that fall into my usual purple color scheme but won't exactly fit without some serious sewing skills and repurposing.
Sitting back on my heels, I sigh and look down at my haul.
"God, you'd think it'd be easier to find a purple catsuit."
I washed to shore in nothing but a ripped Emanuel Ungaro and a pair of tiny little-man shoes, so even though I have my bow and my arrows, actually shooting has been a real pain. Literally. My left forearm is black and blue from my latest attempt at target practice, the arm guard I built shredded to pieces by the time I was down. I've been digging around in this stupid clothes box for an hour, hoping to find something to work with, but so far all I've found are a couple of cute dresses, a new bikini, and a few pairs of oversized kevlar motorcycle pants that fall into my usual purple color scheme but won't exactly fit without some serious sewing skills and repurposing.
Sitting back on my heels, I sigh and look down at my haul.
"God, you'd think it'd be easier to find a purple catsuit."