im_apimp: (put you in a club in cleveland)
Alec McDowell | X5 - 494 ([personal profile] im_apimp) wrote in [community profile] voyagers 2014-08-31 05:17 am (UTC)

And what she gets is a Alec McDowell, dumped right into her lap.

Not literally, but with the way he lands in a heap at her feet, close enough.

Alec has gone from the middle of the woods, to outer space, to a bunker underground, and he's been hoping for home. Every time he wakes up somewhere and isn't entirely sure how he got there he hopes that it'll be familiar surroundings. He looks for the dirt and grime of Seattle. He hopes for the familiar smells of home. But above all else, he hopes that they don't mess with his clothes.

It doesn't really work this time.

As he straightens he notes the formal wear, trying to suppress the groan at the sight, even though it is a step up from being naked. His eyes then follow the dark blue lines of the dress up to the masked face, and even though by sight he wouldn't be able to recognize her, he'd know her scent anywhere. And that alone makes him smile.

"Hey, red," he grins, all familiarity and easy going charm. If she doesn't recognize him, at least he could pass it off as more flirty than creepily automatically knowing her name. "Nice dress."

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