<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b><u>Abbey Chase</u></b></span><br/>Abbey was so nervous about meeting an Ectoplast. What would happen? Would the Ectoplast just 'take' her? Abbey was technically a virgin, so the thought of Ectoplasts taking her sent chills up her spine. She really didn't know what to expect.<br/><br/>On the plus side, Abbey was really enjoying Natalie's latex clad company as the two began wandering about the library. Abbey was convinced that they were alone, so neither of them would run into an Ectoplasts, for now. Abbey knew the moment would come, but she really wanted to delay that moment as much as possible. Natalie's gorgeous latex clad form was a welcomed distraction for Abbey as she stole more than a few furtive looks at Natalie. There was something about how the light shone off of the tight latex, something about the tiny little rubbery squeaks the suits made as the two moved about. Even the scent of the latex, which Abbey found to be pungent at first, was starting to grow on her...<br/><br/>And just then, as Natalie's company had managed to distract Abbey enough that she would shake all that nervous tension about Ectoplasts, did a booming voice sound out all around, just as dozens of tentacles sprouted out of... well... everywhere... all around them.<br/><br/>If this was a Bugs Bunny cartoon, Abbey's heart would have jumped out of her chest and run away... Abbey was not only nervous, she was frightened as she watched gelatinous translucide tentacles squirm and wiggle about. Some of them were covered in thick oozing slime, others had leech like feeder tentacles... Even though she was gripped with fear, Abbey's latex clad form would instinctively move to step in right in front of Natalie, her back literally pressing up against Natalie's latex clad form, as if to shield Natalie from the nearest tentacles...<br/><br/>Abbey's heart was beating at one million miles per hour. She had imagined Ectoplasts, but never imagine this.... And the voice of the librarian did little to appease her. It would take her a good solid moment to snap out of the silent panic she was in and gain the courage needed to give a really nervous sounding<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Um.. yes... I mean no... I mean... nice to meet you but... um.... we don't need any assistance...we were...um... we were on the way out actually.... can't afford to miss that... um.... meeting..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d1d5d8">. This was, obviously, the worse sentence that Abbey has ever strung together in her whole life. Her absolutely perfect diction and British accent were replaced by some blithering rambling, which still sounded somewhat great just because of the British accent.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d1d5d8">By now, Abbey's bright grey eyes were looking to and fro for the nearest escape route....</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d1d5d8"><a class="username" data-user-id="26581" data-username="@frightorflight" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/26581/">@frightorflight</a> and <a class="username" data-user-id="34975" data-username="@Charianna" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34975/">@Charianna</a> </span>