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Post by Revan Ashkevron on Aug 25, 2011 20:29:55 GMT -5
Revan Ashkevron heard giggles coming from the other rooms in the Girls Dorm as they floated through her slightly open door and sighed. She pulled the brush through her dark hair a couple more times and examined the outfit that lay on the bed. She had been assured by store owner that the light blue dress went well with her pale skin and emerald slit-pupil eyes, and she did trust the woman, but she still felt out of place when she wore it. Like she was wearing a costume that didn't quite fit. She's seen some of the other girls showing off their outfits, and felt slightly envious. I wish I could look more like them in formal wear, she thought, toying with a loose thread on her dark blue bathrobe. Stunning, instead of stunned.
The tiny collection of makeup that Revan owned was scattered on the top of the dresser, in front of the mirror. A few bottles of nail polish in various colors, some blush, eye shadow, eye liner, lipstick and lip-gloss, and a few other odds and ends lay on the dark wood. Revan chewed her lip, debating on whether to paint her nails a solid color or to work a design. She had the dexterity to do either, but she could decide which look to go with. Shaking her head, she sighed again.
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Post by kitkat on Aug 25, 2011 20:43:42 GMT -5
Zilya walked timidly down the hallway in a tanktop and shorts, carrying a long, gray gown. She saw girls rushing from room to room laughing, hair and make-up in all stages of completion. Her mother had gotten the dress for her, and had her aunt, who lived only 2 hours away, deliver it to her. The darker color of the one-shoulder dress made Zilya's already white skin look even whiter. She sighed before pushing open the door of her room, and walked in. She'd already laid the dress and mask on the bed before she realized that she wasn't alone.
Zilya's eyes widened as she looked at the other girl. She took a couple of steps back, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she finally got some sort of noise out. "Um, uh, I-I'm sorry. I tho- I didn't mean to barge in like that." she took a side-step towards the bed and began gathering up her things. She didn't even really know this girl! I mean, she knew her name... sort of. It was something like Ravan, or... Raven. Revan! That was it. She looked back up at the girl and stammered out one more apology. "I really am sorry. I- I thought this room was m-mine."
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Post by Revan Ashkevron on Aug 25, 2011 21:20:37 GMT -5
Revan looked around at a sudden gasp to find a startled sixteen-year-old girl looking at her. Revan's teeth clamped down on her lip as she fought to keep from visibly wincing away from the younger teen's embarrassment that was so palpable it was almost fear. She'd pulled her shields as tight as she could, but finally she had no choice. She hoped that the other would forgive her for using her abilities as such, but she hadn't seen any other option. Fear was the emotion that, when Revan encountered it in others, affected her the worst. Fear and anger, but she could shield against anger. Fear was far more insidious. Taking a deep breath, Revan gently uncoiled and extended a tendril of power and draped it around the younger teen's shoulders, calming her. As the power took effect, Revan was able to relax and smile. "Don't worry about it," she told the other. "I got lost a lot when I was new here, myself. I'm Revan, by the way." She held out her hand.
Revan looked over towards the open door, wondering when Anya would show up. The flyer had promised to help Revan get ready for the dance, and Revan was waiting.
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Post by kiipcha on Aug 25, 2011 21:38:26 GMT -5
It was such a shame that Anya couldn't feel safe in the comfort of her own dorm room. She had gone to the academy in order to feel safe and ended up getting paired with a roommate that was making her feel just the opposite with her annoying pranks. And they weren't just little pranks that Anya herself could find funny, they were the kind that caused a bit of pain. Two weeks ago she had even sprained one of the muscles in her wings because of Maddie and hadn't been able to dance for three whole days. She considered this lack of dancing pure torture.
So for these reasons Anya had agreed to get ready in her friend Revan's room. And after she acted so rudely to the empath in the infirmiry she figured the least she could do was be nice and hang out with Revan. Besides, it would be nice to behave like an actual teenager for once. Recently she had been dancing a lot more than usual. Part of it was from not being able to do much physical activity for three days because of her wing injury, but most of it was so that she could talk to her crush Spencer. After their little date she had fallen head over heals for the pianist and his kiss had confirmed his feelings as well. She could only hope that he would still have those feelings when she arrived at the dance.
Her dress, shoes, makeup, and other various accessories had been piled into a plastic bag, not wanting to waste any more time standing in her death trap of a dorm room. As she walked down the hallway she was careful to not bump into any of the giggling and chatty girls zooming from room to room. Anya's knuckles knocked on Revan's door, eager for the night to begin. |
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Post by kitkat on Aug 25, 2011 22:02:54 GMT -5
Before Zilya could even think about turning around and exiting Revan's dorm, the other started speaking. Zilya felt calmer as she spoke, but couldn't help but feel that the calmness was a bit- well, forced. She tilted her head ever so slightly to the side, wondering what powers Revan had. Zilya set her stuff down on the bed again when Revan held out her hand. She wasn't much for hugs, handshakes, or any physical contact that wasn't involved with dance, but she didn't want to be rude. She shook the Revan's hand. "I'm Zilya. Rusakova."
Zilya smiled back at the girl in front of her before returning to her dress and other items. She gathered them up in her arms before turning back. "It was nice to meet you, Revan. I'll let you get back to your preparations. Oh, I like the color of your dress. It goes well with the color of your eyes."
She turned and took a step towards the door. From the other side, the distinct sound of knocking came. She sighed and walked the rest of the way to it. "I'll get it for you." she said over her shoulder before opening the door. An older girl stood there. She was just a little bit taller than Zilya, and had red hair. "Excuse me." she said, stepping to the side to let the other girl through.
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Post by Revan Ashkevron on Aug 27, 2011 23:10:08 GMT -5
Revan smiled at Zilya's comment and nodded when the sixteen-year-old offered to get the door, she knew who it would be. Sure enough, it was Anya who stood at the door. The empath waved the flyer inside. "Come on in, Anya. This is Zilya. She managed to get lost and wander in here. Zilya, this is Anya. We agreed to help each other get ready for the Masquerade."
Revan continued to pull the brush through her thick hair. She looked at the silver crystal-encrusted comb that lay on the dresser. It had been her grandmother's, and her parents had given it to her on her eighteenth birthday. the rest of her outfit had been designed round the comb, from her dress that matched the pale sapphires, to the ring with crystal leaves. The bracelet had diamonds that seemed to glow with an inner light. She turned to Anya again. If the flyer was okay with Zilya staying, she would make the invitation, but Anya would have to say so. "Where do you want to start, Anya?" the empath asked. "Hair? Dresses? I don't really know what we should do first. What about you, Zilya? What do you think?"
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Post by kiipcha on Aug 28, 2011 0:20:40 GMT -5
The door opened, but instead of the brightly eyed empath Anya found herself being welcomed in by another girl. Revan hadn't mentioned that there would be other people here to take part in the primping. Anya wasn't going to complain though, in fact it couldn't hurt for her to make another friend. "Excuse me." She mouthed a silent hello and smiled before moving past the girl and into the empath's room.
"Come on in, Anya. This is Zilya. She managed to get lost and wander in here. Zilya, this is Anya. We agreed to help each other get ready for the Masquerade." Anya nodded towards the girl, aparently named Zilya. "Nice to meet you. The more the merrier." The red haired girl's eyes fell on the blue dress that Revan had laid out. Anya couldn't remember ever seeing her friend in a dress before, casual or formal. She was curious as to how Revan would look in the fancy dress. "Where do you want to start, Anya? Hair? Dresses? I don't really know what we should do first. What about you, Zilya? What do you think?" Anya put a finger to her mouth as she fell into thought. She quickly decided that starting out simple and going with the hair would be easiest. "Hair sounds fine." Anya set down the plastic bag next to Revan's bed and began to rumage through it to find a suitable hairbrush. |
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Post by kitkat on Aug 31, 2011 22:18:04 GMT -5
Zilya felt her cheeks redden slightly at the mentioning of her getting lost. Though she had a very explainable excuse to how she’d managed to walk into the wrong room on the wrong floor of the building, she really didn’t want to have to give it at the moment. She was here; that’s all that mattered, right? "Nice to meet you. The more the merrier." Well, she was going to excuse herself so she could get ready on her own, but it seemed as if the other girls wanted her to stay, and she wasn't opposed to that either. She smiled at the girl named Anya. “Nice to meet you, too.”
"Hair? Dresses? I don't really know what we should do first. What about you, Zilya? What do you think?" Zilya shrugged a bit. She wasn’t sure where they should start. For dance, she’d always started with hair, because it was important not to get any products on the costume, so she was going to suggest that, but Anya got to it first. She nodded in agreement. “Hair sounds good to me.” She said, reaching up to pull the ponytail holder out of her hair. “But… my stuff is in my room. I’ll go get it and bring it here.” She said, turning and slipping out the door.
A few minutes later, Zilya reappeared with a giant duffel bag. She unzipped it and pulled out a green and purple polka-dotted hairbrush. Parting her hair into two sections, Zilya sat down on the nearest bed and began to brush her long, dark brown hair. “So, what are you two going to do with your hair?” she asked after a few strokes.
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Post by Revan Ashkevron on Sept 2, 2011 21:48:55 GMT -5
Revan nodded. "Okay, hair it is then." Revan went to the night table and opened the bottom drawer. Pulling out a box of hair accessories, she turned and set it on the bed. She smiled at Anya's slight surprise. "Just because I don't normally do complex things to my hair, it doesn't mean that I don't have the supplies or the knowledge." She snagged a picture cut from a magazine and held it up. "This is the basic style I was planning on. Do either of you know how to do a Dutch Braid with accents? I can do most of it myself, but pinning it up is the hard part." She continued to pull the brush through her hair as she spoke. Pulling it through one last time, she set it on the dresser and turned to face the other two girls. "What about you, Anya? What did you want to do?" Revan's gaze focused on Anya's hair, wondering what style the flyer wanted to shape the red locks into. Those curls would make a braided style like the one I've chosen a bit tough to pull off. Hmm...{OOC: Edit: I forgot to put this in: Revan's hair-style} |
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Post by kiipcha on Sept 2, 2011 23:13:48 GMT -5
“Hair sounds good to me.” Anya pulled out a hairbrush, brushing through her red hair. The natural curls she had in her hair refused to be straight without application of a straightner and bounced back with each stroke. At least her curly hair wasn't the frizzy kind. “But… my stuff is in my room. I’ll go get it and bring it here.” The redhead nodded and continued brushing her hair as Zilya left the room.
Revan set a box of various hair supplies on the bed, the bobbypins jingling as they hit the side of the box and each other. Anya's mouth opened slightly, she had never thought of Revan as much of the primping type, but it was nice to know that Revan had some extra supplies. "Just because I don't normally do complex things to my hair, it doesn't mean that I don't have the supplies or the knowledge." Zilya had returned carrying a duffel bag. These girls had quite a lot of supplies when it came to hair. Anya normally either just brushed it and let her curls be, or straightened out the curls into a smoother look. She also knew how to do various buns and braids, but only put it up in a bun when she was dancing to prevent her hair from whipping her in the face.
Revan was now holding up a clipping from a magazine. The redhead examined the picture which turned out to be some sort of braid. "This is the basic style I was planning on. Do either of you know how to do a Dutch Braid with accents? I can do most of it myself, but pinning it up is the hard part." Anya set down the brush and took a closer look at the picture. She recognized it as a braid her mother once did on her own hair, though she had to straighten it before hand in order for her locks to cooperate. "I can help you. Just tell me when you need me to pin it or if you need me to hold a part of your hair."
"What about you, Anya? What did you want to do?" Anya continued to brush her long hair while thinking over what hairstyle would look best for her. She wanted to do something slightly different from her everyday hairstyle. The ballet dancer had never tried a wavy hairstyle before. Sure curly and straight was easy but inbetween was something she had never attempted before. "Maybe something sort of wavy." She scanned the pile of magazines that Revan must have searched through earlier. A delicate hand picked up a crinkled picture and unfolded it. The hairstyle definately looked like something she could apply to her own hair. "Like this." She held out the photo for Revan to look out.
Anya placed her hairbrush on the plastic bag and went back to examining the picture. She could probably do it by straightening her hair and then sort of ruffling it up a little in order to allow some of the natural curl to come back. If that didn't work she could always ask the other two for help.
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