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Date Posted: 02:45:15 11/02/05 Wed *She wasn’t normally the one running late, Kael would never allow it. He said it looked bad, and that he wouldn’t be held up by some whore. Of course there were times that it was him that was running late, then it went from being rude, and ‘disrespectful’ to being fashionable, and perfectly acceptable. “Haven’t you ever herd of being fashionably late? Plus I have the transportation” Though had it been her that made them late, it be best to not even show. She was lucky after all to be going at all, he chose her, over everyone else. It had taken her a while to realize, the chose her because she was a ‘good trophy’, quiet, pretty, and ‘obedient’, she liked to please. It had hurt when she first realized that, though she couldn’t figure out why it bothered her so much, it shouldn’t have been a surprise, she should have known he could not give a damn about her, not her on that emotional level. But as long as he kept choosing her to go with him, she had that lie. Why she had wanted the lie was also a mystery, he wasn’t a nice man. Violent, and cruel, he kept power over ‘them’ using fear. But everyone liked the illusion. So yeah a part of her was rather disappointed, once she figured out he used her, not because of her, but because of her looks, and she knew to shut up when she was told too. He made him look good, free advertising. So yeah she hated being late, she was terrified of it. Kael had made her life miserable, every time she ran even a few seconds late. So Roc had given her a time, and she locked it away, memorized it. She gotten up at an insane hour in the morning to make sure she was indeed ready. Her costume was no easier then his to assemble, okay maybe slightly easier, because she had kept everything together, that wasn’t the hard part for her. Though finding shoes that actually with the look was hard, finally she settled on a pair of healed black sandals that tied up the ankles. She had no idea what gotten over, what made her to demand Roc to go with her. she wanted to go to an American dance, the idea of ‘dressing up’ also seemed to fascinate her. But why him? oh she was growing attached to him already, but admitting that would be embarrassing. Imagine that, her falling for something like him? So ‘proper’ so gentleman like, she was the opposite. He probably just agreed to go with her, because he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Of course her mind didn’t register this fact, it was to caught up in the moment. Caught up in making the costume, of the late nights with him, that it didn’t register. Not until this morning, after she put the thing on, spent hours curling her hair, and doing make up (the last two something Mora had taught her how to do ‘right’, or whatever.) She had been done about 30 min before he was supposed to get there. Which left her with enough time to get the finishing touches on everything, then time came and he was supposed to be there. By the time he gotten there she had shut herself in the bathroom, and huddled in a robe. It had taken him a while to convince her to come out, and even longer to actually take the robe off. She felt dumb, ha imagine that. the girl who sold herself, shy. But he could judge her, and she cared what he thought, no one else just him, again it was dumb. Finally he had gotten it off her though, the costume was well fitted for her, the top half only covered her chest, though it left the upper half, arms and stomach revealed, the skirt went down to her ankles. It flowed around her form, it was tight fitting in ‘the right areas’ but once it got lower it billowed out. She had the form to pull the outfit off, but still it made her feel a little strange around him. especially since she was in a way trying to ‘show off’ she wanted to impress him. The idea to go as Carmen and Escamillo was hers, but she couldn’t remember what Carmen looked like. So she had made up her own [url=http://poserpros.daz3d.com/store/images/products/003802_00.jpg]Gypsy[/url] costume. Of course she chose some really complicated design, that taken her nights, of like no sleep to accomplish. But what can she say, she was just that kind of artsy type. She had to, go all out when she did something. Thank god he knew how to Sew… surprise, not many males actually know how. The headband was the simplest part, and she tied up her now corkscrew curls up with it. Yeah anyway for the past…god knows how long they hadn’t gotten much sleep. It didn’t bother her him on the other hand, well he looked nearly dead. So she had sent him to bed early that night, and staid up finishing them herself before she ended up passing out on the floor. She had woken up a few hours later, curled up in a blanket. She had no idea where the blanket came from, or when. She hadn’t moved, not right away at least. She laid there, listening to his breathing, before she ridiculed herself for her dumb actions and finally stumbled up, placing out his clothes and then stumbling back to her own dorm. Which was quite some distance, she laid out her own clothes before falling into bed and passing out once more. But with all that, it meant she got the most 3 hours of sleep last night, it all added together. So well she had to use the makeup to cover that up, of course the costume she chose showed the scaring down her back, she had forgotten about it when she made the outfit. Of course the most visible, and raggedy part the part that had been the deepest had been at her lower back to waste, the part that was perfectly bare. Now how does one forget about something as major as a scar? Well she tended to block the incident out the best she could, not remember the incident. IT didn’t bother her anymore, it looked nasty at the time it was but now it was a nasty reminder of an overzealous customer. So yeah she forgotten about it, so when she put on the costume, there it was standing out mocking her. she had no idea how to get rid of it either, to large to hide it… so she just hid herself away, but we been though that already. She didn’t stay hidden, Roc got her out… some how. It was to cold for what she was wearing, she was almost literally half naked in some ways. They had forgot the coat, or something that could be used to keep her warm and be decent. So she went with out one, despite the fact the weather froze her. She didn’t own many coats, what she did own were old sweatshirts with holes in them. they didn’t go with the costume that was for sure. Unlike him, she had nothing to do while he played, though she had no idea that was even happening until it was to late, she will admit she was disappointed, very disappointed. But it didn’t register what that meant. Stubborn thinking everyone knew Kea was stubborn as all hell. And if she didn’t like something she would do everything in her power and hopefully prevent it from happening. But she wasn’t goings to be happy about it so all day she been sulky. Especially when he was trying to explain it to her in the car, that he had to do this. That he had to see someone, and leave her alone. The part that bothered her the most was leaving you alone, and the fat it was instantly. She didn’t complain though, she sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap now, watching them. as he continued to tell her that he probably not be with her for a whole hour….she didn’t understand why she came at all. Same as with Kael, nothing but a trophy, but that thought faded quickly with his behavior. Breath being held briefly as he ‘act’ helping her out of the car, that wasn’t something she was expecting. She followed him into the dance, her form now pretty much gluing as he was her only line of communication at the moment. Her hand reached out fingers curling quietly into the shit. He grip tight, like a child and a security blanket. Even as he tried to excuse himself, if anything her grip on him got tighter, a soft sound escaping her, almost pleadingly. Her form tensed, her grip tightened even more, her form moving to almost press to him for a moment not letting him go, as if she was going to make him stay with her, but she slowly… no rather quickly once she realized what she was doing released him, letting him go. Despite the fact she was clearly terrified at the thought of being left alone in such a crowd. . [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |