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☆xxxx- -xxArabelle Dazi
- Arabelle had taken her sweet time in the gardens, walking through the hedge maze that went around its edges. As a kid, the hedges had been well over her head, but now they didn't even come up to her waist. However, she still found it miraculously easy to simply lose herself in there, not paying attention to the time as her mind wandered. Amazingly, she had even managed to avoid Hatter as he came looking for her. She just hadn't wanted to talk to him; her mind grasped concepts best when left to wander on the subject.
It was nearly six when Arabelle came back inside, carrying her heels by now. Even for someone who was so used to being on her feet, they could start to be slightly painful after a while. James wasn't around when she sneaked back upstairs, thank goodness. He had already grilled Hatter, and as soon as he was able, he'd be sitting down to talk with her too. That was something she would never look forward to.
But for now, she had to get ready to go out. So she quickly showered, and half an hour later she was standing in her room, warming up her curling iron and going through her clothes, trying to figure out what the hell she was going to wear. The bar or club scene had never been one Arabelle frequented; in America, she was barely of age to drink. On her twenty-first birthday a few girls from her dance school had taken her out to a bar, and the memory was only slightly horrifying. The whole fact that her friends kept pushing drinks on her didn't help, because most of the night was either a blur or just blank.
But what kind of things had the girls wore? Arabelle herself had been dressed by her friends for that particular outing, in a short skirt and tight top, with highly overdone makeup. A beep from her curling iron alerted her that it was warmed up, and the princess left her clothing dilemma to at least make sure her hair was behaving. Naturally, it was curly, but a mess. So it had become habit for her to run her curling iron through it all before ever going out, at the very least. Twenty minutes later, her hair was mostly tamed, and she was back to rifling through clothes.
Unfortunately, someone had really crappy timing. A knock sounded on Arabelle's door, causing her to jump. Were they looking for her already? "Un momento, por favor!" she called, quickly wrapping her robe around her tightly to make sure she was completely covered. "One moment, please!" she translated while doing this, before opening the door just enough to stick her head out once she was satisfied.
((OoC; Anyone can be at her door, I don't really mind xD I just wanted to throw that whole thing in there...))
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