[color=8882be][h3]Lauren Negasi[/h3][/color]

[color=8882be]"Heads!"[/color]

Lauren Negasi, steeling herself with a deep breath, braced herself against the mattress and gyrated slightly before pushing her center and core up into the air. A coin launched itself off her coiled, dark abdomen, and tumbled through the air in a pretty silver arc. The newest member of BASL watched it with interest, bent in a triangle shape in the center of her bed, and squeaked as the cool metal landed on her navel and began to slide downhill, under the hem of her jacket.

[color=8882be]"Whoaaa buddy, easy there,"[/color] she laughed, placing a finger flat on the coin's face and sliding it back up onto the parts of her skin she was currently comfortable baring in front of the team. Her nail traced the surface of the coin...it felt like...felt like...

[color=8882be]"Taaaaaaails!" [/color]she whined, pouting and jamming a boot into the foot of her bed. [color=8882be]"That's...what, ninth time? So according to my [i]in-depth[/i] calculations..."[/color]

She blew a breath out of her hair and pushed the coin in a circle around her belly button.

[color=8882be]"I'm oh-for-nine." [/color]Sighing again, she angled her gaze across the dorm and picked up her voice slightly. [color=8882be]"Whatcha say, Desire? Fancy a guess?"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"That's like..."[/color] Amy stared at the ceiling, trying to force her mind through the painkiller induced haze... [color=ed1c24]"A one in 512th chance? That's kinda crazy."[/color] Her effort was rewarded with another pain spike and she sighed. [color=ed1c24]"Heads."[/color]

She honestly was just spouting a random answer, mostly brought to mind by massive headache - ache = heads. She was still in her old pajamas and T-shirt, obviously not caring enough to change clothes or get into something more presentable, her crimson hair still crazily spiked and spreading over the bed.

Lauren angled a glance at her slovenly (couldn't spell it without lovely) teammate, then to Ben's bed, directly across from hers. Taking a deep breath and counting her blessings, Lauren thrust herself into the air again and watched the coin angle off her dark abs, hands clasped even tighter behind her back to avoid using them to screw up the experiment. The coin landed perfectly at her waistline, and she tilted her head forward to get a glance at the coin. In the bright light of the BASL dorms, it glowed--it gloooooooooowed--

[color=8882be]"H E A D S ! ?"[/color]

Her mouth went agape, and she looked at Amy reproachfully, as though she had somehow used a spell to fix the probabilities. 

[color=8882be]"That's bullcrap! I've been doing this stupid routine with no hands for ten minutes, and I haven't been right [i]once![/i]"[/color] She landed on her bed and kicked at the mattress several times. The bed offered an indignant [i]poof[/i] every time her boot stomped down. [color=8882be]"This sucks. Whose turn is it to come up with an idea? Anyone got anything they want to...you feel me...[i]do?[/i]"
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