<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/aaad5c32a1cc5158823b021e3fd7c3f4/tumblr_mmppuna0xf1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Maybelline (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8210032#msg8210032)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Zhayedan Squad / Human Interface Specialist<br/><strong>Location:[/b Briefing Room<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Touching &amp; Talking<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Wicked, Shade<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> All<br/><br/><br/></strong><hr/><br/>Even with enhanced senses, the first hint Maybelline had of Wicked's presence was when he allowed his arm to brush in the merest hint of a touch across Maybelline's back.  A moment later her towering brother of the artificial womb was seated beside Maybelline, settling lightly and quietly into the seat for all his mass.  "Wicked!"  Maybelline cried happily and her hair mirrored the girl's delight in his presence.  Where it had been braided from big, loose coils twined haphazardly around each other, Maybelline's blonde hair unwound and billowed out across her the back of her shoulders and the chair, almost touching the floor it was so long.  Just like a plant orienting towards the sun, the mass of her hair shifted, using her head as a swing point, and stroked over and across to fan out on Wicked's broad, muscled back.  Still ignoring Montgomery, Maybelline focused all of her attention on the most physically dangerous of all the prototypes.  "Oh my gosh, you won't believe what they let me do!"  Enthusiasm drove the girl's voice and a desperate need for contact drove both of her hands, one settling on the back of Wicked's neck where it joined her hair in lightly stroking and the other reaching for and finding the bare skin of his wrist, fingers tapping at the pulse point and thumb making pointless little circles.<br/><br/>"Lipstick!  Can you imagine!  It tasted like long chain hydrocarbons and coconuts and smelled like, well, I don't know.  I've never smelled it before.  Dirt a little bit.  From the city I think, not the countryside.  It had the smell of gasoline and oil and too many people in the dirt and ozone and newsprint.  So, yeah, from the city.  Later today, when I finish assimilating it, I'll have a new person to look at.  I can't wait to see what she looks like.  Oh, and I broke a retinal scanner," Maybelline laughed and leaned her head on Wicked's upper arm, his shoulder being too high above her head to rest there.  Now her hand moved to his abdomen, trying to find a way inside his clothing to lay skin on skin.  "It tastes like bees too," she added then sighed happily.<br/><br/>Blue eyes watched Shade enter and her hand stopped moving.  Shade looked tired, maybe even exhausted and Maybelline hadn't seen the ephemeral smile that she'd worn seconds ago.  As she watched the other girl sit and withdraw physically behind the fortress of her legs, Maybelline frowned.  Sympathetically her hair snaked off Wicked's back, strands moving quickly and sinuously to form themselves into a tight, scalp hugging bun that padded the back of her head and extended into a thick mass wrapped around the back of Maybelline's neck and upper spine.  It pulled in very tightly, giving a hard, polished look as the strands packed together in precise and dense alignment.<br/><br/>"Shade?" Maybelline called out quietly, so that Montgomery would have to strain to hear.  "What did they do to you?"  The 'they' was vocalized with an underlying tone of disdain, or even hatred.