“I’ll take my time then,” she said, smiling and giggling to herself and him as they both entered their changing rooms. Admittedly, part of it wasn’t as much of a joke as her giggles made it out to be. Admittedly, she would have found it… nice, if the two went into the same stall together, but she knew that that wasn’t an actual possibility. Paris was religious. Paris was moral. Paris had all his things in his Bible saying that he wasn’t allowed to do anything frisky. In a way, that was good. Jasmine didn’t want someone too clingy on her, after all, but when Jasmine wanted to be clingy, whenever she wanted to be touchy feely, it could get… annoying. Lonely. It would make it so that she couldn’t give him the attention she wanted to give.
But that wasn’t what mattered. Right now, she just had to get changed. She put her clothes on the hooks, she placed her number on the door, and closed the shutter. She looked at the clothes on the hooks. Which one to try on first? Obviously she would put them all on at some point so obviously order didn’t matter but which one would Paris like to see first? She wasn’t sure.
There was, however, the dress on the end. A navy blue long-sleeve one piece, with a frilly neck hem. A dress that Paris had picked out for her. A dress that he said he’d like to see her wear.
A dress that Jasmine was sure Paris would love if he saw her wearing it.
It seems that she had made her choice.
So she put her hands around her waistline. Ducked down slightly as she pulled her shirt above her head. It had gotten caught on her breasts for a brief moment - something that seemed to be happening a lot, in the past few weeks; something she needed to fix, at any rate - but in the space of one or two seconds, it was off. Onto the floor. She looked in the mirror, for a brief moment. Saw her body. Her skin. She was a little wider than she liked to be, she knew that she was going to have to do some exercise, in the future, but it didn’t bother her too much. Paris liked her already just the way she was. She could afford to be a little out of shape.
And hey, it isn’t like you’re not lookin’ good already, sister.
The voice called. The figment of her mind that constantly talked to her had decided to open its mouth again. She looked around. Smiled. Nobody else could see her, so she may as well entertain it. Give it form.
And in the space of a moment, the voice had it. A form. A shape. It was tall - exactly as tall as her - standing casually and leaning its body against the wall of the changing room. It had pale skin. Green eyes. Black hair flowing like silk down to its shoulders. It looked like her. Really, the only difference the two had were their clothes. She was - always was - wearing a blue and white striped t-shirt. A pair of black jeans.
And her visibility - the way Jasmine saw her - was weird, as well. She was there, she was in the mirror standing right behind her, but her body looked clear. Transparent. As if she wasn’t there. As if she was simply just imagining her presence.
Well, Jasmine supposed she was only a part of her mind. An imaginary friend, like what some people in her pre-school had.
...Well, hers was more than imaginary. More than a friend to her, as well.
”Like, seriously,” she said, her voice both loud and mute. ”You look absolutely fine just like that. Like, yeah, you’re a little on the plump side, but you know what that song on the radio said, right?”
No, she didn’t?
It was a reference she knew she should have gotten, a song she knew she’d listened to before, but a blank had been drawn in her head. No matter how hard she focused, she had no idea what she was talking about.
”Really, you don’t remember?” She asked. ”Doesn’t matter anyway. Point is, guys like having more stuff to hold onto. Boys like plump. Paris likes it, remember? He was the one who asked you out. He loves you more than anybody else.”
And Jasmine smiled at that. She was right. He did love her. He did see of her as more than a friend, and she was happy at that. The thought of him loving her, the thought of her loving him, that was what filled her mind as the voice stepped closer and brought its arms around her waist.
”Remember, you look great, Jasmine,” the voice said as it brought its lips to her neck, the kiss feeling like everything and nothing at the same time.
”Better than those other girls, that’s for sure.”
She walked out of the dressing room, the dress on her body and a skip in her step. She saw Paris soon enough. Saw the green shirt and the leather that looked sooooooo good on him. She walked to him. Moved her arms to her side to show the dress.
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B02: Maxwell Lombardi - “I'm going to make sure that everything you've done since the beginning of this game becomes pointless.” - 93%
Kills: 0 | Equipped with: SPAS-12 Shotgun, Trident, Colt .357 King Cobra, Meat Cleaver
PREGAME - Past: 1
| Present: 1 2 3
SCDos - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
THEME: Eminem - The Way I Am
M35: Buddy Underwood - “Well, uh, I'll take your word for it.” - ???%
Kills: 0 | Equipped with: Sledgehammer
BEFORE - Past: N/A | Present: N/A
PV3 Prologue - 1 2 3 4
THEME - ???
F01 - Michelle White - "Heya, Rue! Would you be willing to take some time so that we can talk about our school's renovations? It's for the S.E.T." - 0%
SANDBOX - Past: N/A | Present: 1
THEME: Kate Miller Heidke - O Vertigo!
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SP5: Michael Robinson (Adopted from Polybius!) - "Oh shit." - 77%
Kills: 0 | Equipped with: Large Fishing Net
TV2 - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
G25: Jasmine King - "I win." - 32%
Kills: 2 | Equipped with: Colt Single Action Army, Hunga Munga
PREGAME - Past: 1 2
| Present: 1
SCDos - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
THEME: QZ Productions - My Mistress' Will
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