Chisaki had been working on something quite heavily over the last month, and rolled into the labs early again today, but not so early that she wasn't in her trappings. When she was in the lab she didn't wear a dress, it fought the lab coat. Instead it was
leggings and a hidden sweater under her lab coat, and her
obviously fake multi-colour hair held back with a clip to keep it from getting melted by chemicals.
Anyone who had been watching her knew she'd been working with some new form of fabric as was her field, something that looked like latex. This morning, she had worked on making a very small bag out of it with the tools in the labs, pressing and sealing seams into it with a variety of tools until she basically had a two inch wide by three inch pocket.
Then moved to pull a vial sample of a pink viscous liquid out of sample storage the size of the soda can.
"Come on... work this time... Please!" She plead the object as if somehow it was sentient.
She followed by dumping the liquid into the pocket slowly. It grew to hold all of the liquid much to Chisaki's excitement. Once it was full, she held it over her head and exclaimed " YATTA!!!"
She then followed by flinging the expanded 'bag' in a circle like a sling over her head, all of the liquid staying inside. She was dancing with it over her head in a complete display of over confidence and began rapping-
"Still the beats bang, still doin' my thing
Since I left ain't too much changed, still
I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world
Still hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl
Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets!"
She exclaimed out loud triumphantly to anyone present foolish enough to look at the shameless exhibition.
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