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by Sammy 6/11/2015, 4:35 am
Eden hated this entire thing. If her cabinmates hadn't practically drugged her, she would't even be here. Seriously, putting a sleeping pill in someone's drink was not okay. Granted, it was probably for protection. They knew that if they even tried to convince her to go, she'd put a dagger in their hand. She hated crowds, even had a bit of a fear of them. Actual, no, more like a full on phobia. Yet, somehow, her darling fellow daughters of the minor gods managed to drag her out into somewhere terrifying.
Apparently, one of them had been prescribed some muscle relaxers. just a half of a pill had knocked Eden out for five hours, the perfect amount of time to get ready for a stupid prom.
So, here she was, standing outside the mess hall with a drink she was pretty sure contained some level of alcohol. Imagine her surprise when she'd woken up in a black, floor-length chiffon dress, curled side swept hair with a black crown-looking thing, and a bunch of girls hovering over her with a mascara wand. She'd been about to speak her confused protests, when one of the girls, Adelie, had placed a perfectly manicured hand over her mouth. "Don't talk. You'll mess up the lip gloss."
After thirty minutes of painful protest, she stood in front of a mirror, looking at their handiwork. Her lips and nails had been painted black, the latter shaped into sharp points of death. She could only imagine how painful and tricky they would be to type in. the black chiffon dress flowed around her as her anger and annoyance stirred up a slight breeze in the room. Here eyelids were covered with some kind of gray glitter stuff, black shadow, and thich black liner. On her arms were a multitude of bracelets, with a sheer black cape attached so the fabric flowed out from her back like wings. Her feet held golden knee-high gladiators. They all stood around her, already dressed themselves, and waited for her to say something.
She figured it didn't look that bad. They'd recreated Storm pretty well, and they'd done so without a leather jumpsuit. The small lightning-shaped wings on her eyes and the cloud-like details were hidden everywhere. There was a sharp eye for detail to their work, she couldn't deny that.
"Fine." Was all she said, keeping her face blank the entire time they walked down to the mess hall. They arrived just as the crowd was starting to walk in, and she hastily decided to wait outside. After a few minutes, one of them had brought a drink for her, and, after checking to see it wasn't drugged, she accepted it, though still a bit pissed. Honestly, though, who drugs someone to play dressup? Apparently her sweet, innocent-looking cabin mates.
Apparently, one of them had been prescribed some muscle relaxers. just a half of a pill had knocked Eden out for five hours, the perfect amount of time to get ready for a stupid prom.
So, here she was, standing outside the mess hall with a drink she was pretty sure contained some level of alcohol. Imagine her surprise when she'd woken up in a black, floor-length chiffon dress, curled side swept hair with a black crown-looking thing, and a bunch of girls hovering over her with a mascara wand. She'd been about to speak her confused protests, when one of the girls, Adelie, had placed a perfectly manicured hand over her mouth. "Don't talk. You'll mess up the lip gloss."
After thirty minutes of painful protest, she stood in front of a mirror, looking at their handiwork. Her lips and nails had been painted black, the latter shaped into sharp points of death. She could only imagine how painful and tricky they would be to type in. the black chiffon dress flowed around her as her anger and annoyance stirred up a slight breeze in the room. Here eyelids were covered with some kind of gray glitter stuff, black shadow, and thich black liner. On her arms were a multitude of bracelets, with a sheer black cape attached so the fabric flowed out from her back like wings. Her feet held golden knee-high gladiators. They all stood around her, already dressed themselves, and waited for her to say something.
She figured it didn't look that bad. They'd recreated Storm pretty well, and they'd done so without a leather jumpsuit. The small lightning-shaped wings on her eyes and the cloud-like details were hidden everywhere. There was a sharp eye for detail to their work, she couldn't deny that.
"Fine." Was all she said, keeping her face blank the entire time they walked down to the mess hall. They arrived just as the crowd was starting to walk in, and she hastily decided to wait outside. After a few minutes, one of them had brought a drink for her, and, after checking to see it wasn't drugged, she accepted it, though still a bit pissed. Honestly, though, who drugs someone to play dressup? Apparently her sweet, innocent-looking cabin mates.
OOC:
- References:
- dress and crown:
- makeup:
- cape thingy:
like this but without the yellow designs and sheer
