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Jul. 13th, 2006 08:34 pmShelley feels strange.
It isn't just being worried about that evening, it's... well, everything. Starting with what - after over half an hour's careful make up - she now looks like, which is not herself. Loira had told her something about it being intended for the low lighting, and maybe it will work there, but the girl still feels decidedly uncomfortable about it. Her lips are stained ridiculously dark, and it doesn't appear to be coming off, though she has already tried to discreetly lighten it. She decided right off that even going anywhere near the shading around her eyes would be a bad move.
The dress... Loira is helping her with it right now, and she could see from the moment she opened the box that it will be beautiful. Beautiful, but not something Shelley Winters would ever wear. But then, isn't this whole evening supposed to be a forfeit? It feels like a punishment, though for what she doesn't know. She blinks perfectly-blackened eyelashes carefully to make sure no tears fall. That would never do.
Then coughs in surprise, as the laces down her back are pulled tight.
"...Loira. Ow."
It isn't just being worried about that evening, it's... well, everything. Starting with what - after over half an hour's careful make up - she now looks like, which is not herself. Loira had told her something about it being intended for the low lighting, and maybe it will work there, but the girl still feels decidedly uncomfortable about it. Her lips are stained ridiculously dark, and it doesn't appear to be coming off, though she has already tried to discreetly lighten it. She decided right off that even going anywhere near the shading around her eyes would be a bad move.
The dress... Loira is helping her with it right now, and she could see from the moment she opened the box that it will be beautiful. Beautiful, but not something Shelley Winters would ever wear. But then, isn't this whole evening supposed to be a forfeit? It feels like a punishment, though for what she doesn't know. She blinks perfectly-blackened eyelashes carefully to make sure no tears fall. That would never do.
Then coughs in surprise, as the laces down her back are pulled tight.
"...Loira. Ow."
