BARBIE GIRL — MAKEOVER

[CLEO R. C.]

CLEO ROUX-CIPHER

Cleo would be lying if she claimed that she didn't have an affinity for stirring up trouble. It wasn't that she reveled in chaos and disorder (quite the opposite actually), just that she held a certain appreciation for the disruption of a typical day- wanting nothing more than to present herself as a roadblock, a challenge to an unlucky victim. Thus far, she had kept to herself though, merely observing her crewmates and their behaviors through glowing red eyes, her snake whispering possibilities into her waiting ear. But she wanted to change that, to surprise someone by messing up their routine and adding her own custom flair to it. She wouldn't say that she enjoyed all things that were considered dramatic, but she undoubtedly did. And that's where the sticky gemstones came into play.

Oh how she had been so excited when she found them! An almost uncharacteristic cheer tumbling from parted lips when she realized their purpose or more so, their potential. They were fixed upon clear sheets and, once removed, stuck to anything quite impressively. They'd certainly create the level of distress that she was going for, all while successfully bedazzling one individual of her choosing. But that's where the hard part came in... There were so many candidates! On one hand, she could track down Vandal and try to add some decoration to her aunt, and then there were any one of her siblings (all of which she figured could use a little sprucing up) and then... No, he was perfect. Absolutely perfect. She didn't need to look any further, think anymore, her darling dad was about to get the makeover of his life.

He appeared to be sleeping deeply which was good for her. She just wished she wasn't doing this all by herself, not when she'd have to take all of the blame. Cleo supposed she could just put it all on Eshe and hope that Pincher bought the story but she had her doubts- her father was intelligent after all. No matter, her self preservation trait had yet to kick in and in her mind, the pros far out weighed the consequences. What could go wrong?

And so, little Cleo in all of her tiny glory attempted to situate herself on top of him, gently peeling off the adhesive gemstones and sticking them all of his pelt. [color=#445544]"Oh, Eshe..." She would breath quietly, [color=#445544]"He's going to look so good." If only she had some glitter to complete the look.

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