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Orin · 03-07-2011, 07:13 AM,

Draya sighed softly, walking down a dim metal hallway while wiping her hair vigorously with a damp cloth. 'Nooo...' She whined, taking another sniff at a fiery red lock. 'I still smell like a back alley whore.' Her bottom lip pooched out in a pout to no one but herself.

The girl was quickly learning; to her immense behest; that h-fuel was not the easiest aroma to purge from human hair. She was already going to make them late, but she couldn't admit defeat just yet.

She still had a trick up her sleeve.

'Curacao Rosehips and Lavender?' Draya read quietly to herself, whipping out some kind of canister and noticing the title. 'Here goes!'

Assuming what was probably a pose that looked completely ridiculous, she dropped into stance with her eyes closed and her index finger on the spray-top of the can. In dramatic fashion, she pressed her finger down, and a overpowering plume washed over her hair and... well, her. After a second or two she stopped the flow, freezing in place and taking a few short sniffs.

Her eyes watered up, her lungs burned, and she suddenly felt like taking a chemical induced nap, but the smell of gas was gone. 'Y-y-yes!' She sputtered out, hacking and wheezing amidst the violet tinted mist swirling all around.

Her attention shifted to a pair of strangers stopped in the hallway in front of her, their necks craned back in her direction. 'Perfect!' The young rogue dashed over to the two and stopped, still coughing helplessly.

The first was not blessed by the good lord with rugged good looks, shall we say, with a shabby pair of overalls on and a face that only a mother could love. He was short, squatty, and bald, and her eyes shot to the next one. The second man was considerably taller than the first, with clear pale skin, a fairly clean jumpsuit on, and a chintzy pair of glasses that made him look like a total nerd, she decided.

'You two!' She barked at the pair, pointing and catching her breath. 'How do I- uhm... How do I... smell?'

The question sounded much better in her head.

The first gentlemen leaned forward a little, his eyes closed and his nostrils flared. The dull, ugly frown softened into a particularly serene smile, his patchy thick eyebrows forming a gentle arch above his eye, and his eyepatch. Oh yeah, one eye.

'You smell pretty...' He grunted out simply, opening his eyes and staring at her with a blissful gaze.

'You know that's a scent bomb for spacecraft, right?' The second muttered in Draya's direction. 'As in, a ship goes down and the pilot sits in it rotting for a year? So when someone tows it out of the muck and shovels out the puddle of meat in the pilot's seat, they toss one of those in so working on it is bearable.' He caught a whiff of the girl and winced. 'We fished those out of the Cortez raid last week, didn't we?'

Draya frowned and replied with a 'hmph' expression, turning away from him. 'Oh shush! I smell pretty, I'll go with that.' She pushed between the two, giving the first man a friendly pinch on the cheek before skipping down the corridor.

The tall man sighed and shook his head, turning to his compatriot. 'That girl is impossible... What are we turning into? Really.'

The stocky fellow stood dumbfounded, a vacant smile still across his lips and a hand placed gingerly on his recently pinched cheek. 'Yeah...' He murmured back, still fixated on the girl making her way down the hall.

The second one slugged him and he snapped out of it. 'You too? Jesus...'

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Draya finally made her way into the hangar area, taking note of the Diamonds and Rust hovering idly before her. The rear hatch was all sealed up, and the primary engines were humming pleasantly. Damn that thing is purty, she thought to herself.

Her eyes darted around the enclosure before stopping on her friend, and she took off in her direction. 'I'm comiiing!' She called out, her boots resounding hard against the flooring as she made her way over to Ashes.

It was time to fly.

OOC: Um.. Draya's back. >.>

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