Post by Camila Reyes on Feb 3, 2014 16:50:34 GMT -5
Camila sighed, pulling her hair out of the brown hair tie she always kept in in. What am I going to do with this mop? she thought with a sigh, running her fingers through her hair. While she was far from what people considered a proper lady, she did care about her appearance, even if it was just a little bit. And it has nothing to do with that dork I keep running into, she thought as a blush spread across her cheeks. She was trying to keep herself off that train of thought as much as possible. After all, she was going to the dance for herself, right? She looked in the mirror again, just staring at herself for a few minutes. Her skin was utterly pale, her lips a pale pink and her overall appearance just seemed to be unappealing in general. Her sapphire eyes seemed to be the only things that were colorful about her at the moment. She heaved a sigh, digging out the curling iron from under her bed. In the span of a month, she managed to receive the inheritance money from her parents’ death and bought herself some things. After all, her parents had basically disowned her brother once he took the job from the government, meaning that she was the sole beneficiary of their estate. Not that they wanted me to be, I’m sure, she thought dryly as she wrapped a strand of hair around the curling iron.
After several burns on her fingers and almost an hour of frustration, she was finally ready to dress herself. That is, until she realized that she had done her hair before she put her dress on. She cursed under her breath, rolling her eyes and slipping the dress on in a huff. This is going to end so badly, I can just tell, she thought with a sigh, rubbing her forehead. She walked over to the small chest of drawers and pressed the play button on her CD player. The disc began to spin and a tune that resembled a salsa floated out of the speakers. She started to hum along with the music while she smoothed the skirt of her dress down. The skirt was asymmetrical, so she knew that it would not lay perfectly flat, but that was not the point. It was a relief to be wearing something that she was actually comfortable in for once. She let out a chuckle, remembering the other dress the shop keeper had recommended to her. The bright orange and pink colors had annoyed her immensely and the length made her feel even more exposed than she felt in her uniform. She laughed to herself, looking down at the red and black dress she was currently wearing. While she looked a little pale when she wore it, the passionate red sharply contrasted with the cool blue of her eyes, which she thought was a nice contrast. After looking herself over once more in the mirror, she exited her room, tucking her key in a small purse that she had been given when her house was cleaned out.
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She pushed the door to the gymnasium open, teetering a little bit. She had decided to wear black heels and she was starting to regret the decision. She had never worn them before, so she probably looked like a little girl wearing her mother’s shoes. Oh, the irony, she thought with a small scowl before looking around and stepping past the doors. She forced herself to smile a little as she stumbled over to a table. She plopped down in a seat, smoothing her skirt before she did so. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself. Well, except for that one person… Dammit, stop that! she thought to herself, shaking her head. One of the chocolate brown curls fell into her face and she brushed it aside, leaning back in the chair. The air seemed to be filled with anticipation and maybe even some love, though she could only tell from the expressions on some peoples’ faces. Other people seemed to be dreading the whole ordeal, but were there for the benefit of their significant other. Of course, she was there by herself, so she did not have to worry about such a thing. After a few moments of sitting, she wandered over to the punch table. She tilted her head a little, peering a little closer at it as if trying to see if there had been anything done to it. Someone spikes the punch at events like this… she thought wryly, taking a small cup and filling it up with some of the pink liquid. She lifted the plastic to her nose and took a sniff of it, shrugging. Well, it doesn’t smell like any kind of alcohol that I’ve ever smelled before. Let’s hope it’s not vodka, she thought, taking a sip of the drink.
She regretted doing that a moment later, because the liquid that hit her tastebuds was disgusting. It was not tinged with any kind of alcohol, but the punch was rather sour, as if it had been sitting out for a few days. Of course, it could have just been her own taste buds because she preferred sugary things in general. Needless to say, she drifted over to a trash can and stood with her back to it, throwing the half-filled cup away. After a moment, she moved away from it, meandering toward the dancefloor, which seemed to be populated by couples and groups of friends. She looked slightly nervous, starting to back away slowly before hitting something while walking backward. She let out a yelp, falling backward and nearly knocking over a chair. She jumped up quickly, her face flaming as she saved the chair from making a ‘thud’ sound against the gym floor. She coughed into her fist, perching in the chair that she had caught and huffed to herself. She muttered under her breath, looking around the room as she did so.
“So much for not making a scene...”
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Dress: *
Song she was listening to: *
After several burns on her fingers and almost an hour of frustration, she was finally ready to dress herself. That is, until she realized that she had done her hair before she put her dress on. She cursed under her breath, rolling her eyes and slipping the dress on in a huff. This is going to end so badly, I can just tell, she thought with a sigh, rubbing her forehead. She walked over to the small chest of drawers and pressed the play button on her CD player. The disc began to spin and a tune that resembled a salsa floated out of the speakers. She started to hum along with the music while she smoothed the skirt of her dress down. The skirt was asymmetrical, so she knew that it would not lay perfectly flat, but that was not the point. It was a relief to be wearing something that she was actually comfortable in for once. She let out a chuckle, remembering the other dress the shop keeper had recommended to her. The bright orange and pink colors had annoyed her immensely and the length made her feel even more exposed than she felt in her uniform. She laughed to herself, looking down at the red and black dress she was currently wearing. While she looked a little pale when she wore it, the passionate red sharply contrasted with the cool blue of her eyes, which she thought was a nice contrast. After looking herself over once more in the mirror, she exited her room, tucking her key in a small purse that she had been given when her house was cleaned out.
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She pushed the door to the gymnasium open, teetering a little bit. She had decided to wear black heels and she was starting to regret the decision. She had never worn them before, so she probably looked like a little girl wearing her mother’s shoes. Oh, the irony, she thought with a small scowl before looking around and stepping past the doors. She forced herself to smile a little as she stumbled over to a table. She plopped down in a seat, smoothing her skirt before she did so. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself. Well, except for that one person… Dammit, stop that! she thought to herself, shaking her head. One of the chocolate brown curls fell into her face and she brushed it aside, leaning back in the chair. The air seemed to be filled with anticipation and maybe even some love, though she could only tell from the expressions on some peoples’ faces. Other people seemed to be dreading the whole ordeal, but were there for the benefit of their significant other. Of course, she was there by herself, so she did not have to worry about such a thing. After a few moments of sitting, she wandered over to the punch table. She tilted her head a little, peering a little closer at it as if trying to see if there had been anything done to it. Someone spikes the punch at events like this… she thought wryly, taking a small cup and filling it up with some of the pink liquid. She lifted the plastic to her nose and took a sniff of it, shrugging. Well, it doesn’t smell like any kind of alcohol that I’ve ever smelled before. Let’s hope it’s not vodka, she thought, taking a sip of the drink.
She regretted doing that a moment later, because the liquid that hit her tastebuds was disgusting. It was not tinged with any kind of alcohol, but the punch was rather sour, as if it had been sitting out for a few days. Of course, it could have just been her own taste buds because she preferred sugary things in general. Needless to say, she drifted over to a trash can and stood with her back to it, throwing the half-filled cup away. After a moment, she moved away from it, meandering toward the dancefloor, which seemed to be populated by couples and groups of friends. She looked slightly nervous, starting to back away slowly before hitting something while walking backward. She let out a yelp, falling backward and nearly knocking over a chair. She jumped up quickly, her face flaming as she saved the chair from making a ‘thud’ sound against the gym floor. She coughed into her fist, perching in the chair that she had caught and huffed to herself. She muttered under her breath, looking around the room as she did so.
“So much for not making a scene...”
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Dress: *
Song she was listening to: *