Post by Lady Scorpion on Jun 11, 2005 9:44:24 GMT -8
She looked in the mirror, squinting against harsh fluorescent lights. They were too bright after the darkness of the wilderness, the sound loud against the quiet of solitude. She made note to have this bathroom remodeled in the near future, softer lighting would be the start of it.
Pretty features tilted downward into a frown as she surveyed what she saw. She didn’t care much for it. There was a time when it would not have mattered. But not now. Her size was too small to be taken seriously with the incredible mass of curls that framed her face. Until she had established herself, they had to go.
She pulled her hair into a tight ponytail at the nape of her neck. A few moments later, a freshly sharpened knife followed behind. A single motion, and the bulk of curls came away in her hand. She let her remaining hair loose about her shoulders and ran the faucet. Using her hands, she dampened her hair with the cool water and brushed it out before using a flat-iron to straighten the unruly locks.
Using great care, she applied makeup. It took time, but time was something she had at the moment. It was a while before she was satisfied with the results.
She watched herself in the mirror for a long time, adjusting to the new look. It felt strange having the weight of her hair gone, but she could get used to it.
Her phone came to her hand. It was still a little early, but he would get the message later. When she spoke, her tone was solid, and dark.
”I’m Back”[/b]
Now it was time to find clothing that suited her. Oh, certainly much of what she had would work under certain circumstances, but it was only useful for those situations. Otherwise, she tended to find such clothing restrictive or inappropriate to what she was in need of.
She dug through racks of clothing, only some of it in her size. There was nothing appropriate to her needs, her desires. She pulled an outfit that was similar to what she had worn in recent past and grabbed a pencil and a sketch pad. As she dressed, she thought. She was indeed in need of a new wardrobe. This time, it would be of her own design. She would stop every so often and sketch out a design idea, then flip the page. Not everything that went through her head made it to paper, some of it was too radical or impractical, no matter how amazing it might look. The world wasn’t ready for it.
She turned her hand to sketch after sketch, fully dressed long before she was done. But, when she was done, there were enough sketches to roll out a new line of clothing. The designs meshed the new and the old into something altogether different. She laid the pad on Bella’s desk with a note with instructions, then turned to survey herself one last time in the mirror.
It would do.
For now.
She was sick of settling for what she didn’t really want.
That was changing.
Her phone toned it’s indication of a message. She queued it up and looked at the glowing face of the phone.
So Am I. You’ll See.[/b]
She plugged in the earpiece as she strode out to her bike, pressing speed dial as she started the engine and drove off into the night. It was time to make her way to Elysium.
Pretty features tilted downward into a frown as she surveyed what she saw. She didn’t care much for it. There was a time when it would not have mattered. But not now. Her size was too small to be taken seriously with the incredible mass of curls that framed her face. Until she had established herself, they had to go.
She pulled her hair into a tight ponytail at the nape of her neck. A few moments later, a freshly sharpened knife followed behind. A single motion, and the bulk of curls came away in her hand. She let her remaining hair loose about her shoulders and ran the faucet. Using her hands, she dampened her hair with the cool water and brushed it out before using a flat-iron to straighten the unruly locks.
Using great care, she applied makeup. It took time, but time was something she had at the moment. It was a while before she was satisfied with the results.
She watched herself in the mirror for a long time, adjusting to the new look. It felt strange having the weight of her hair gone, but she could get used to it.
Her phone came to her hand. It was still a little early, but he would get the message later. When she spoke, her tone was solid, and dark.
”I’m Back”[/b]
Now it was time to find clothing that suited her. Oh, certainly much of what she had would work under certain circumstances, but it was only useful for those situations. Otherwise, she tended to find such clothing restrictive or inappropriate to what she was in need of.
She dug through racks of clothing, only some of it in her size. There was nothing appropriate to her needs, her desires. She pulled an outfit that was similar to what she had worn in recent past and grabbed a pencil and a sketch pad. As she dressed, she thought. She was indeed in need of a new wardrobe. This time, it would be of her own design. She would stop every so often and sketch out a design idea, then flip the page. Not everything that went through her head made it to paper, some of it was too radical or impractical, no matter how amazing it might look. The world wasn’t ready for it.
She turned her hand to sketch after sketch, fully dressed long before she was done. But, when she was done, there were enough sketches to roll out a new line of clothing. The designs meshed the new and the old into something altogether different. She laid the pad on Bella’s desk with a note with instructions, then turned to survey herself one last time in the mirror.
It would do.
For now.
She was sick of settling for what she didn’t really want.
That was changing.
Her phone toned it’s indication of a message. She queued it up and looked at the glowing face of the phone.
So Am I. You’ll See.[/b]
She plugged in the earpiece as she strode out to her bike, pressing speed dial as she started the engine and drove off into the night. It was time to make her way to Elysium.
