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Claire Wilkson

''.....Afternoon.''

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a character in “Stan Ben Frank and Lucky Clover”, as played by xfaithyx123

Description

Name:

Claire Wilkson

Face Claim:

Yin from Darker than Black

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Appearance:

She wears a purple dress and a short black cardigan with long sleeves and one button done it also has a turtle neck styled collar. She has black thigh length stockings also. She has a purple ribbon to tie her hair up. Her hair is white and eyes violet-pink. Her skin is a pale rosey olive colour and she is rather tall and slender. Because of her sense of style people see her has a depressive youth when in fact she is the complete opposite, she just doesn't show it on her face but rather her eyes, that twinkle with happiness and positvity.

Profession:

Waitress

Age:

18

Birthplace:

UK, Scotland - West Loathen (Between Edinburgh and Glasgow)

Height:

5'9 foot

Weight:

134Ibs

Skin colour:

Pale rosey olive

Hair colour:

White, silver

Eye colour:

Violet, pink

Body appearance:

Slender with a few muscular tones, she is rather tall also.

Scarring, ect:

Scarring from past conflicts with people like, knife and bullet wounds though they are located on her chest, tummy, back and upper thighs. She also had a tattoo on her left shoulder blade which she got a week after her 18th birthday and had it finished a month and two days after her death.

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Personality:

She has a warm kindness about her though she is easily upset and prone to crying. She doesn't show her emotions on her face but rather in her eyes besides blushing a lot. She is a graceful person and can carry over six plates and glasses on her waitress tray at once never spilling them even a little. You could say, she is a ballerina.

History:

Due to the knife and bullet wounds these are in fact from abuse from her killers then finally her death wounds but she has no memory of her death, in fact she thinks she got away.....So she continues to work at the cafe not knowing that she is in fact dead....and alive...so the living dead do exist?! But besides that, she was in her childhood a ballerina! She would of became a idol for her birthplace, Scotland but due to a unexpected injury and a doctor telling her she could not strain her bones like that again because she was diagnosed with Osteophyte (Bone spur) Disorder and so got not risk more injuries like breaking or dislocation of bones. So she had to quit it which hurt her self confidence in herself but though she does not know she is dead or at least not yet she would find out that this disorder no longer applies to her anymore because, well, she is dead so it can't spread.

So begins...

Claire Wilkson's Story

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''Alright Claire, see you tomorrow at 8 sharp as usual darlin!'' The owner of the dinner said happily as she waved her off. Claire would nod and wave back turning away and starting to walk into the evening, her shoulder bag loosely on her shoulder, his hands wrapped around the strap of it tightly that made her knuckles go noticeably white even though she was rather pale anyway.

She hated walking in the night, it was twelve, the middle of the night, raining all day so the ground was wet and puddles were dotted around the place were uneven ground was seen. The orange light from lamp posts scattered around in odd places, making the eerily quiet surrounding unnerving, the batting of moth wings hitting the lamp post lights the only sound apart from drips of water splashing into puddles, rippling only to calm again.

The scenery of the diner was at a fishing port and the sea air was fishy and since it was a fishing port the dinner was a sea food dinner a popular one to locals, not so much for high classed people. The car park was large, empty and poorly lit as the lamp posts were placed far apart from one another.

Claire would sigh only to yelp. ''Wahh!!'' She would trip over a flower pot and into a puddle getting herself wet and dirty and she would sigh. ''Damn it, why does this shit happen to me? And why is there so many of these plants!?'' She would get up and ring out her black dress and start walking again with a soured look on her face. She loved this dress and it was now needing repaired! As she found a rip fro it getting caught on the wooden pot itself!

She would curse to herself then she'd hear a echo, it sounded as if it came from behind and so she looked back and she saw...nothing...the dinner had faded into darkness. *I must of walked faster than I thought..* She'd ponder on this though for a moment only to dart her head back in front of her as she heard another echo. She would now start walking faster, feeling unease....

She continued to walk, her head looking at her feet, hardly visible from the dark, not caring for the puddles she was splashing through, she just knew something was wrong, she just didn't know what...

As she continued the echos turned to rowdy voices, smashing of glass and chuckles and as she got closer the group of men became aware of her presence...

''Hey girlie! Why don't you come here and have a good 'time' with us ehh?'' One guy would shout out, he would seemingly be the leader of these drunk or high men. Though Claire would not answer but continue to walk, passed them.

''Hey! Hey!'' The Leader fr the group shouted with a frown as he got in front of Claire who would still not look at him. ''Hey, girlie, don't just ignore me.'' Claire would still not reply, looking at the ground which made the man angry and he'd raise his hand and back hand her hard, the force of the slap turning her head to the left with a red mark and a bloody lip and she simply whispered a yelp and he would pull her chin up with a finger and he would put his face near hers. ''That's better, my my...'' He would laugh and point at her and start shouting, his followers coming to him. ''Look at this fine looking piece of ass!''

Claire at this point would be terrified, her eyes watering up a little. ''I-I am sorry...I just have to get home...'' He'd say with a nervous stutter.

He would grin his alcoholic breath paling her face as he spoke some more. ''Well, that will just have to wait now won't it?'' Claire would frown with a sudden burst of courage and she would kick his shin then crawl under his legs and start to run however her dress slowly her down and then man wincing in pain grabbed her by the bottom of her dress and dragged her back and she would scream as he would push her against the nearest wall, his big hand on her throat. ''Fucking bitch! You will pay for that!'' He spat with venom in her face then start looking at her in her roughed up form and grinned..

She struggled then saw the 'way' he was looking at her and screamed again...and again....and again...as he had his way with her only to throw her to the ground, zip up his trousers and take out a gun. As she turned around to look at him he grinned.

''I had a good time...maybe we will see each other again, in the afterlife.'' He would then shot her multiple times in the chest, in close range so that the bullets ripped through her vital organs. Claire would fit in her last moments of life as she quickly bled to death in minutes, he watched her take her last breath then looked to one of the other men in the group that was extremely high and quiet. ''Hey, clean up. Meet up with us later, you know where.''

The high man would nod getting up from the ruined armchair left in the alleyway he was napping in and as the others left he walked to her, hooded, face covered but his brown eyes coloured with madness shown.

He would look down at Claire then bend down and glide his head down her chest and sigh out in a shivered lust filled exhale of air. ''You look like a doll...such a pretty doll..'' He would stroke Claire's face then get his pen knife out. ''So pretty....but you are mine now..'' He would roll her on her belly pull up her dress and grin at the mutilation his boss did to her then start slicing the flesh on her back, making more wounds other than the bullet marking, he would also dig out the rest of the bullets out from her back and keep them as keep sakes.

He would then roll her limp back onto her back and slice her arms all the way down, making a fucked up version of a tiger print on her arms and he did the same on her thighs and neck before skipping again merrily but look back and wave at Claire's body. ''Goodbye my little dolly...'' He would snigger as he walked away into the night...

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Three Months ago...

Isaiah, apart from his studies to become a full time teacher, was on the lookout for corpses to use in experiments. He could see Stan's reasoning for Project Undead. The mad scientist wanted people to have a chance at living their lives and, eventually, finding love, something he himself was denied when he broke up with a girl sophomore year. Isaiah felt bad for the blond guy, remaining cooped up in his underground lair, his only continuing company being his two robots, to micromanage the project without many chances at outside company, apart from, of course, the short red-haired guy (Isaiah) and the very first undead individual to successfully arise (Alice). He was busy reviewing notes while Thinking of what to get for Alice when he came across a group of devious men. Normally, due to his immense strength, he could handle them, but there were too many of them, so he hid behind the nearest wall he could find.

What he heard nearly made him puke: those guys raped a woman whom came from a diner, right before killing her and carving her up. The details made him sick to his stomach. At any rate, there was someone to revive. He waited until the drunkards were away before coming across the body. What he saw made him grit his teeth.

He picked up the body prior to making his way to Stan's lair, where the preparations were made for the resurrection process. Isaiah set the body down, then went to the other room to moniter the status of the body while Stan maaged the process. Once Claire was revived, however, it was decided she was to be moved somewhere close to the scene, since something that traumatic would leave its scars deeper than whatever knife was used on her. This way, if she were to remember her death, she would mistake it for a bad dream.

Present day...

Benjamin Carlson was having an okay morning. He was scheduled for a landscape project later in the day by his parents, which made him get excited for it. He always loved working in the outdoors, it gave him a sense of calm whenever he did. Normally, he would eat at home, but he figured it was time to get out of the hose for a bit, and he heard of a diner along the harbor which had some excellent food. He drove his jeep there, took a seat inside, then looked at the menu for a bit prior to noticing a pale-skinned young woman on skates. She seemed very graceful in her movements, and something about her made him grin. He realized it was rude to stare, however, so he timidly turned his gaze back to the menu.

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Claire would be drawing in chalk on a small black board with white, green and orange chalks, she was artistic and flexible so she was a great dancer in the past, but in clouded history she was a sick child and had a accident that stopped her dancing career but that didn't stop skating around in the diner her roller skates in the dinner.

She would finish writing on the board and stalk to the walk with the menu on it along with pictures of her and the diner workers from years ago and the present day and there was a space where the black board would be going but as she reached to hang it there her back hurt and she held it then a worker came out and took the board from her.

''Claire! You shouldn't do that, not after that accident you got in!'' The worker would look at the board and smile again after telling her off. ''Nice...'' He would then hang it for her and put his hand on her head and despite the fact that she was tall for her age the whole Lolita appearance made her look like a doll, a gothic doll. ''Stop straining yourself Claire okay?'' Claire would simply nod slowly then he would walk again and as she turned on her heels of her roller skates she noticed a customer looking at her, smiling..

Claire would smile back before he looked away then skated to him with her hands to the back of her to grab her pad and pen then as she stop she revealed her hands with pen and pad at the ready, her red-violet hues looking at his eyes and a small smile on her pale lips. ''So, what would you like sir?''

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Character Portrait: Lumi Bolt Character Portrait: Claire Wilkson Character Portrait: Stan Ben Frank Character Portrait: Lucky Clover Character Portrait: Harry Ironhead Character Portrait: Benjamin Calson
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Harry blinked when Lumi grabbed him and brought him to the kitchen. He noticed her peeking into the kitchen in a shy way. He liked the innocent side to her, but he honestly felt she could afford to be less shy. Then again, he was a fine one to talk, not that he said his thoughts out loud. He did not even have time to say something when they were suddenly in the room with Lu in between them. He answered the questions as best he could.

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Stan laughed a little when he heard the reason for Lu's way of speaking then answered her question. "This is very good, actually." His smile faded the moment he and Lu spotted the androids. Harry surely took a major beating from ramming through the door. "I can fix that."

Walking on over to Harry, he deactivate him while he operated. First was the exterior, which he smoothed out perfectly back to normal. After that, he got to work on the inside of the head. As expected, there were loose bolts here and there, but nothing he could not repair. With all that finished, he reactivated Harry and asked him, "Are you okay?"

The male android's reaction was merely a dreamy state where he glanced towards Lumi with his eyes half-closed. It was upon hugging Lumi for a moment that he woke up, immediately letting go. "Uh... Sorry about that."

Stan chuckled a little. "I'll take that as a yes."

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Benjamin noticed the girl was now right next to him, their eyes locked on each others'. For some reason, he felt a bit shy. He snapped out of it quickly then remembered what he was going to order. "Oh, right. Uh..." Clearing his throat, he said, "I think I'll go with some blueberry crepes and a decaf, please." While he spoke, his slight grin expressed his shyness. Why am I so timid, right now? Okay, maybe it's not uncommon for me to be at least a little bit like that, yet it seems like it's coming out more. Why is that?

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Claire smiled at the man before her, writing down his order with cursive and neat writing due to her love for writing out of work, her violet eyes glittered in the shifting light of the sun from outside, she'd at the same time be shifting her legs on her roller skates, finding this always amusing and after writing the order down she'd look to Ben again. ''Coming right up sir.'' She'd then turn away only to spin around and smile at Ben. ''My name is Claire by the way... it is really nice to see someone my age around here...'' She'd then turn on her heels, skating away elegantly into the kitchen..

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Ben noticed the young woman's eyes glittering in the sunlight, which left him blushing as he thought, Wow... she is just... so... beautiful... He also took note of how she shifted her legs before swiftly averting his gaze back upwards so not to look like a pervert, not that he ever was. That... That was close... Don't want to make a bad first impression... He watched as she skated, then turned his attention to her eyes once more as she introduced herself and gave a compliment. Her words gave him a redder blush as he nodded ever so shyly. Her skating way so elegantly left him a little mesmerized, yet he eventually snapped himself out of it and looked out the window with a sigh. "She probably thinks I'm a wussy. Well, I guess it can't be helped..."

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Lumi seemed to be enjoying the French toast, and how she ate it so quickly made Harry smile some. He always admired her personality, cuteness, and charm. Of course, the male android and the scientist were more polite in terms of table manners than Lumi, as they took their time while enjoying the French toast, along with what was prepared beforehand. Upon hearing the female android, Harry listened to Lumi and calmed down a little, nodding. "I guess..." It was not so much that he agreed with Lumi as much as he did not want to disappoint her. After all, he already worried the female android half to death over him. There was also that date she said he needed to take her out on. The two guys finished, cleaned their faces with the paper towels, and simultaneously said, "Thank you, Lu!"

It was then that Lu said she was not that old, then made it a teasing moment. Although, Stan did believe what the green-haired lady said was true, she was indeed beautiful. He still took note of her sense of humor, not that Harry was paying attention.

the male android was about to take his plate up, but Lumi had already done it. It was the same scenario with Stan, whom got up to take his plate to the dishwasher when Lu took it before he could do anything. As usual, the guys shrugged, as they would have helped out, regardless. Although, Stan did get the cleaning powder out and put some in the machine before starting it, which compensated a little.

Harry shrugged at Lumi's query, the same with Lu's. Stan shrugged, as well. He already knew what he had planned.

So, the scientist answered the question with, "Well, first thing's first: we need to familiarize you with your fellow undead. Come on, back to the lab so we can use the computer."

Harry raised his hand, then told Stan, "Oh, and, uh... do you mind if Lumi and I head off to the shore along town? I do owe Lumi a date, after all. A nice one, at that." Harry next prepared a basket of fruit, then turned to face Lumi with his face expressing a bit of shyness. "Right, my dear?" Waiting for her answer, he walked with her to the door to her room for her to get ready. After which point, he went to his own to prepare, as well. Of course, it was always sensible for a guy to wear a shirt when heading anywhere in public, so to look decent, event with swim trunks on. He always did have modest attire, which was fine by him. He waited outside her room, basket in hand.

Stan chuckled at witnessing Harry behave that way. It was quite a relief for the scientist to know Harry was expressing himself in a more relaxed way, now. Of course, he still had the records to show Lu. At the lab, he sat down at his desk, where his Banana laptop was. (Instead of Apple, if you get the joke; Stan designed his own laptop with his own schematics, and like Len, he loves bananas, so there you have it!) As he typed, he pointed out the undead folk as their profiles appeared, explaining a little bit about them and how the results of reviving progressed in increased functionality in certain areas. "Of course, Alice was the first one, and well, when she was revived, she mistook me for a pervert, and well, I guess you can well imagine what happened from there, before Isaiah managed to calm her down. Anyway..." Once he came across the file for Claire, he told Lu, "Now, Claire, here, she does not know yet that she is undead. I doubt she even knows what went on before her death, not that Isaiah and I know much about that, or even want to. Yeah... that sick, from what Isaiah described of the state of her body when found in that scene after some less-then-gentlemanly guys walked away from it... She works at a diner along the harbor in town. I hear the manager adopted her some time back. I'll bet he'd have a heart attack if he knew what happened to her."

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Claire would go to the back of the restaurant and instantly her gentle smile dropped as she saw her father skating around her then hug her. ''My jellybean!'' He'd coo only for Claire to kick him into a storage closet with a roaring scream. ''I am not jellybean!'' Her father would crash into the closet only to roll out again with a lump on his head and he'd look like someone close to him died making Claire's frown soften. ''Dad, are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?'' Derek would swoon on the spot and hug her again, singing his next words. ''You called me daddy!'' That would be where she'd kick him into the closet again, flailing her arms everywhere with a red face from anger. ''I knew you were playing me!!''

She'd then start to cut vegetables and as Derek came out, she'd glare at him only for him to pale in the face with a breathless scream as the next chop parted one of her fingers from her other hand, she wouldn't feel anything nor bleed but that didn't stop her from raising a brow. ''What's wrong?'' Derek would frantically point at her hand until she looked then she'd tilt her head, picking her finger up and as she simulated bending her finger as if it were there still it moved and she'd giggle in amusement when suddenly Derek would scream like a girl, throwing things around looking for the first aid kit, he'd finally find it only to look at her playing with her finger and scream again. ''MY JELLYBEAN!!'' He'd only be punched in the face from Claire and she'd growl. ''I am not jellybean!'' She'd then continue to play with her finger and he'd dart up freaking out to the point he run out into the seating area. ''My jellybean is going to die!!''

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Character Portrait: Derek Everett Character Portrait: Claire Wilkson Character Portrait: Stan Ben Frank Character Portrait: Lucky Clover Character Portrait: Alice Krol Character Portrait: Benjamin Calson
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Ben jerked his head in the direction of the kitchen when he heard a feminine screech. At first, he was somewhat hesitant to move, due to not knowing what was going on, plus doubting himself on whether he would be able to help, at all. But, after thinking about it, he got up, placing the money he owed plus the tip on the table (his memory and thinking processes, while not as great as Stan's were still above average), and ran up to the doors just in time to be in front of Derek, whom was shouting that someone with the nickname "Jellybean" was going to die. He ran past him to see who it was, wide-eyed that it was Claire, whom was perfectly fine save the finger cut off her hand.

"What happened to your hand, Claire?" Walking over in curiousity, he tapped the stub where the finger was supposed to be. "Wow. No blood. Who'd have thought that was possible?" He next took notice of the finger still moving. "Well, that is new..." Benjamin thought for a moment, then had an idea. "I know a guy who can fix this. He can be trusted, he is just..." He sighed with a hand on his head while adding, "...pretty bizarre. I'll be over at my jeep waiting for you two." Before walking off, he added, "Oh, and my name is Benjamin, though my friends often call me Ben."

Going outside and now next to his jeep, Benjamin dialed the number. It has been months, nearly a full year, since he last saw Stan. He hoped he would answer the phone.

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Just as Stan was explaining to Lu about Claire, his cell phone rang, which he saw the number to. "This call is from BVenjamin Carlson. He's a friend of mine from back in high school." Answering the phone, the scientist used Dexter-like voice as he said, "Greetings, ol' friend! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Little did he realize, Lu could hear the whole conversation that was occurring on the phone.

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Ben sighed as he heard Stan over the phone. He knew Stan did that so people would not be attached to him. "Stan, you can use your normal voice around me, you know."

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Stan lowered his head, now using his regular voice, as he did with Lu the whole time, so far. Most people did not get to hear him speak normally, mainly because most have to know him extremely well for it to happen. Either way, he now spoke with his actual voice. "I know, but..."

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Benjamin nodded. "I know, you're still trying to get over that break-up with your ex-girlfriend. But Stan, you shouldn't be pushing people away all the time to avoid hurting others or being hurt. It doesn't work in the end. Anyway, the reason I called is, well, a diner waitress named Claire has a cut-off finger which moves without being attached to the hand, plus there is no blood, as far as I can tell. It is odd that she does not seem to be in the slightest bit of pain. Could you possibly reattach the finger?"

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Stan's eyebrow rose. He had an itchy feeling Ben was referring to Claire Wilkson. He wanted to help, plus find out for sure. However, he was also aware that his older brother would be able to watch his every move on the surface if he was not careful. There was one spot on the outskirts of town, besides the graveyard, that he knew would not be heavily watched. "Meet me next to the Krol homestead. You know where that is?"

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Ben replied with, "I think I was involved in a landscape project over at that place. I'll be there with Claire and the diner manager." Benjamin hung up and waited next to his jeep.

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Stan hung up after Ben did, then turned to Lu as he turned off his laptop. "We're meeting up with Claire and two other people. She apparently cut off her own finger without a bit of pain or blood coming out. I'll be reattaching the finger. I wish you could have met a fellow undead under different circumstances, but it can't be helped, at this point." Walking over to his other desk, he picked up a backpack full of his smaller inventions, knowing one in particular would help with the scenario explained to him. "We'll take an exit that will bring us right next to Alice's homestead. This way." He left a message on Alice's phone, which read, "Lu and I will be next to your farm to meet up with a few people, so you know ahead of time."

Making sure Lu was with him, Stan walked a little ways before entering a code on a computer lock nearby, which opened the door above. He climbed up first, then offered his hand to help the green-haired girl up. Once they were both on the surface and the door closed, he set out with her to the sidewalk to wait for Benjamin, Claire, and whoever it was they were bringing with them.

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Alice Krol:

Alice had been cleaning up around the house when the phone rang. She peeked at the number and waited for the messaging machine to get it she knew Stan would leave a message if it was urgent... Which it seemed to end up being: "Alice, I will be arriving at your household shortly with Lucky in order to meet up with a few other people I just though yo-" Alice deleted the message before it was done and glared down at her phone. She knew what happened when Stan met people at her house it meant someone needed repairs... Well she did not really have anything against it but... Her house really was a mess. Picking up the pace Alice threw on some clothes and swept through the house like a tornado quickly dusting, putting away, and preparing the house for her oncoming guests.

Lucky Clover

Lucky's head was spinning to say the least. One second she was memorizing the faces of her fellow undead and the next Stan was speaking like a robot which made Lucky frown gravely... Luckily he stopped soon after and the green haired girls expression lightened into a much friendlier expression though she still looked at Stan with concern... The robotic voice was obviously used to keep people away and the thought of what had drawn the man to that point made her upset.

As Lucky listened to Stan speak she blinked hearing words involving 'finger' and 'cut off' To this the girl paled and began to worry. By the time Stan was off the phone Lucky had understood they were to get going soon and being curious and worried for the persons who's finger was cut off Lucky stood and was already following Stan. When they popped out onto the surface Lucky's eyes went wide and she looked around curiously all the while fidgeting... She hoped that whomever they were waiting for would get there soon.

Lumi Bolt

Lumi was more then a little embarrassed when Harry called her 'dear' while she was fangirling she allowed her escort to bring her to room where she promptly skipped inside freaked out more then a little and then dove into her closet for her swimsuit. When she found it she quickly stretched out the wrinkles and put it on she felt ridiculously embarrassed about wearing it but luckily it was fairly modest being a white one piece... Although she could have done without the little frills around the waist that made it look more like a tutu... Taking off her glaces Lumi accessed herself in the mirror. She normally always wore her too big glasses and she felt a little strange without them even if she did not necessarily need them... Not that she could do anything about it they'd only be a nuisance at the beach. Throwing on a loose sundress that she would take off once they arrived Lumi scanned her room picked a towel and finally with a nervous exhale of air leave her room to meet with Harry... She would keep her cool no matter what!