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A.N.: okay I refrained from speaking and I read it over to take care of obvious typos...thank you to all my reviwers I really appriciate (sp?) your input...espically since so much of it has been positive sorry for the huge updating gap...I was on vacation...but obviously am back! ;; so ya you know the drill tell me all of what ya think!...oh and also I can't remember what happens in Clue after the kitchen scene...I really have been wracking my brain trying to remember but absolutely can't ...if you could remind me I'd be very thankful...anyways enjoy!
Frank stood now before the bathroom mirror staring at his own disheveled apperance. He moved a loose curl to one side and grimaced at the ruin before him. He turned the faucet on getting the water to a steamy warmness that comforted him. He splashed the tepid water against his skin, flinching gently against the heat. Frank groped blindly for a towel to dry his face. He rubbed feircly relinquishing it to the sink's counter and staring at his naked face. It had lost the over expressiveness the make up warranted, yet gained a more humanly visage. He tried to smile but couldn't hide the fact that he felt a disimpowerment from relinquishing his iconic mask of sorts.
Trying not to dwell on it he turned next to the clothes laid out on the toilet seat for him to change into. He grabbed the loose dress shirt puzzling over it idlly. It certaintly wasn't what he wanted to wear, but for now he had very little choice in the matter. He relinquished his tattered corset and pulled on the shirt leaving it unbuttoned at present. He then pulled off his thong-like garment and pondered wether or not he really wanted to wear the boxers given. He eventually decided against it and instead pulled on the figure forming jeans given him.
He looked at the man in the mirror hardly recognizing the slightly confused man staring back at him. He sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his steadily loosening and rather mussed locks. He opened several drawers at random searching for a brush. He soon found his query and examined it. It wasn't the kind of brush he would prefer but for now it would do, like most of what he was dealing with. He tugged it softly through his hair wincing occasionaly when he snagged a rather tight knot.
After awhile his hair was untangled falling in slightly longer,wavy curls defining his face and adding a drama he hadn't yet exploited. He smiled a little liking what he saw for once and finally exited the bathroom.
As he proceeded down the hall he noted several other doors most of which closed. He was plotting Janet and Brad's mediocre one story as best he could finding comfort in knowing his surroundings, though he had only been there for maybe thirty minutes at most.
He found his hosts assembled on the living room couch a snack platter on the adjacent coffee table. Janet was in a modest house dress her hair held back in a ponytail, Brad dressed in an outfit smiliar to Frank's, though his shirt was a t-shirt. Janet and Brad looked up as Frank entered their faces hard pressed to not reveal their shock at seeing Frank so transformed. Janet smiled warmly and offered him the armchair on her right. "You look great" she commented as he sat.
She silently offered him a snack from the platter and he took a traingular cumcumber sandwich which he nibbled slightly uncomfortable. Brad sat forward "Well, so what do you think we should do about all this?" he asked addressing them all. Frank cocked an eyebrow "Well I really don't want to impose on your hospitality, but I'm really not sure what I can do. I'm not sure if anyone's going to worry about, what Riff is going to called a failed expirement gone awry. He'll say Rocky went wild and killed us both and that my body must have fallen out of the craft in their frantic departure, I'm sure. There won't be any reason for them not to believe them and no reason therefore for them to come looking for me." He sat back fully against the plush chair exhaling deeply.
"In short I think I'm stranded here. And..." "You'll need to learn to adapt " Janet finished for him picking up on his thoughts quickly. He nodded in agreement and Brad chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully. "So it's Earthen behavior 101?" he chuckled a little and Frank couldn't stop the small smirk that appeared on his unpainted lips. "I guess we'll have to start with what you do know" Brad stood mostly to clear his head.
"Basically it's almost everything opposite of Transylvania right?" Frank asked with a kind of repulsed, questioning look. "You are a lot more conservative and you hide your beliefs unless they are the public's views...right?" he asked almost pensive as if it was a test of some kind. Brad went to correct him,but had to stop himself. "...ya...I-I think your right" he said looking a bit bewildered "Was it something I said?" Frank asked Janet who had a slightly milder expression. "No your absolutely right Frank, we just can't believe that you are. Your really right. We do hide ourselves unless society agrees with us as a whole" her voice held a sad truth that caused Frnak's brows to knit. "What you hadn't realized that before? No wonder you enjoyed my company so much last night" he said the levity in his voice causing Brad to slip from his troublesome revire into a causal smile. "You really are an eye opener aren't you?"
(this is the second time I've ended with speaking...slaps wrists I tried to keep Frankie in character but it's so hard with this weird reflective-ish phase I'm having him go through...I apologize immensly...I also am sorry for the sudden character revelations...I really have to stop writing late at night...please R/R)