=>[BOOTH] Borrowed Brush (OPEN FOR RP)

[quiet delegation]

3 - cute
1 - clubwear
3 - nude/basic

This was more the little blueblood's style; he'd been hesitant to return after the garish (but apparently well received) experience last time. This time, he was quite comfortable, even if he'd never worn anything exactly like it; his cute look in the mirror pleased him, though, and he did a playful spin before posing for the pair running the booth.  

[quiet delegation]

"Shante, you stay! You SLAY." Serima keeps chanting "Shante" while Bellen hollers at you to "Wooork it!" You owned that runway.

Apparently, Kaldru was just a damn natural at the runway, as he got the pair riled up yet again with his ... impressive flair?  

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(sorry for the page stretch/late responses!)

Rianon was very convincing. She truly hadn't wanted to make a booth-- Not only did she want not to get found out, she wanted a calm Bloodfest, safe from the prying eyes of Regina's little minions. Eventually she gave in, and Vremea was behind the booth with a surprising amount of anxiety. She recognized a few faces that'd passed by, such as Tevini, Cerpin, Akkira, and even Sonnie, but there were a few trolls that caught her eye. Bellen smiled at the visiting Gnash, wanting to tease her a little and painting a cute clown face on her. "Come back tomorrow!" She exclaimed eagerly-- "I'll teach you something really nice!" She loved making trolls look pretty. Especially ones as cute and friendly as Gnash!


purplerosesbeauty


The troll that called her out made Bellen glance up and blink a few times before extending a hand and smiling at her. "Hello there! Oh yes, definitely, I've seen you around before. Miss Mentha, yes?" She said pleasantly, accepting the hand and shaking it. "It's very nice to meet you! It's always refreshing to meet another troll willing to help those in need." Her hidden agenda aside, Vremea was actually thankful she could help more trolls out, even if they were firmly royalist. They still needed guidance and advice. "Thank you for your compliments. I've had many sweeps of practice, ohoho." She chuckled lightly, waving a hand. "I have been thinking of holding lessons. Makeup is good for those wanting to try new styles, after all." She nodded a little, placing the brush in hand on the table and waving at another troll arriving.

The second time she came, Bellen clapped her hands eagerly at styling, then raised a brow. "Oh, goodness. Well, we weren't thinking of selling them, but-- If you'd like to buy it, sure!" She glanced at Serima as she spoke, then looked back at Psykgi and smiled lightly. "You're very kind. I'd love to, that sounds fabulous. Maybe we can set up a day another time. Bloodfest is rather packed, after all!" She glanced at Rianon, then chuckled lightly. "Aha-- This is Serima, a good friend of mine. You're welcome to visit more if you'd like!"


DraconicFeline


Bellen looked toward a troll asking her if they sold some of the makeup. "Oho! Why, hello there." With a chuckle, Bellen grabbed a few extras and packed them in a bag before handing them to the child, bright smile on her face. "Here. You can have them for free. Just play around with them, it's easy to get the hang of them. If you ever need help, either Serima and I are always around. What, perchance, is your name?" (She also slid a rehab pamplet in the bag. For if she needed help after Bloodfest!)


smolderingskies


Bellen was thankful the little blueblood that passed by a lot was having fun and trusting them, even when they teased him with painting his face like a clown. "Great! You should stop by more often. I'd love to teach you how to make your face up!" Bellen gave him one of the booth prizes-- A nice looking crop top that matched his kilt!


quiet delegation


Akkira had passed by. Bellen raised a brow, devious smile spreading across her face. She immediately knew who she was talking about. "Oh goodness. Did you-- To Cyn--?" She giggled lightly, feeling absolutely giddy. "How hard was that?" She asked, definitely into hearing what happened. It had always been a struggle to get Cynril to bathe, but there was only so much they handle in a sweaty, humid swamp. Especailly in this time of the sweep.


saihen


Bellen had seen Tamiya from afar. She pinched Rianon lightly, eyes shifting to the now older purpleplood, with broader shoulders and a frightening eyes. It'd be dangerous if they caught the attention of the crown, so the yellowblood continued working on the face of another troll. When Tamiya finally came up to them, the hemoanon glanced up and gasped. Her voice was thankfully in a different, more serene tone than Vremea's voice was, higher pitched and now, scared. "Oh my." She could feel her skin prickling, but she wasn't Vremea. She was Bellen, Bellen, Bellen, not Vremea, no one for her to be nervous about. She was definitely worried about Rianon, however. Bellen looked at the posters and somehow recognized-- Was that Zeylla?! Those horns looked so similar, but it had so many moles. It-- It probably wasn't her, right? And gosh, poor Byakko, that was a terrible sight. She'd probably keep one and bring it with her to the swamp, for laughs.

"How scary... They--They're here, with us? Right now?" Bellen raised a hand to her mouth and shuddered. "Yes, I know of Vremea. Poor Odette, such a sweet soul..." Bellen sighed wistfully. "She didn't deserve such a thing." Her gaze fell down to the posters, taking a few in her hands and studying them. She shared a few with Serima, then stared at them more. "A-are you sure?" She whispered nervously, eyes darting from poster to poster before looking directly at the purpleblood with worried eyes. "Are you completely sure we're safe?" She then looked back at the posters, taking a few and studying them before nodding affirmatively. "If we see these criminals, we will be sure to notify you, Miss...?" She trailed off, looking back up at her. She did not notice the unique horns in the crowd, focusing on Tamiya and not wanting to mess this up.


Sypon


Unaru


stringency

 

[Unaru]

Serima had been manning the counter as Bellen worked on a patron's makeup. The greenblood had been touching up a bit of blush, focusing on the compact it wasn't until she heard the whir of the segways motor that she closed the mirror and looked at who was approaching.
It suddenly felt like ice was running through her veins as the all too familiar juggalo approached their booth. Bellen coming to the counter helped snap her out of the shock and rage, though as her off hand receded under the counter with the compact her grip continued to tighten around it, focusing all that rage into what was balled in that fist.
"Criminals, at Bloodfest?" Rianon focused on portraying Serima, she had to keep telling herself what good practice this was. Surprisingly enough she managed to convey quite the cool exterior, regardless of what was going on under the counter, as the compact began to crack. Her thinkpan literally screaming at her 'GET THIS SOULLESS GUTTER SLUDGE WHILE YOU HAVE THE CHANCE!!!'
The greenblood frowned deeply, making sure to play up the act, "Don't they cause enough trouble as it is? Why couldn't they just leave our celebration be?" she tsked, shaking her head in disappointment as she took the posters with her right hand. Now on guard, the greenblood made a quick scan of the crowd, noticing Zeylla not far off, and of course the first poster on top of the pile well, those horns on Bellen's friend were rather difficult to miss. Unique, quite lovely, but not the best for subtlety. Serima needed to warn Zeylla to stay out of sight, somehow.
"Well it's good to know the crown is keeping a watchful sighT-sphere on situations, this information is just APPALLING," she said, acting the part of an outraged citizen. In doing so she waved the poster with the likeness of Zeylla in the air, hoping the girl would catch sight of it. She made a few of those movements, making sure to talk with her hands from then on so she wouldn't look suspicious. She kept waving the poster off to the side, hoping Zeylla would get the hint to hide until the juggalo was gone.
Serima turned to Bellen, "If we see anything suspicious, we'll be more than happy to report it. What's the best way to contact you about this matter ma'am?" she inquired, using those soulful eyes of hers to convey concern.
'GET HER, GET HER WHEN SHE TURNS HER BACK. IT WOULDN'T BE HARD.' Her thinkpan kept screaming. As Bellen continued to talk to the juggalo, Serima hadn't noticed her other hand was now gripping their fingernail dremel under the counter, as soon as she turned her back she'd have the opportunity.

Sypon

NO REBELS HERE MA'AM, NOPE

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Psssst, Vrem, stop her hahaha

stringency

hiiiiide

 

[artificial bones]

Zeylla watched as Bellen and Serima held their own against the purpleblood's stares, their faces taking on professional and practiced features, almost like they had been prepared for such a visit. Curiosity's dangerous claws scratched at Zeylla's think pan and she scooted just a bit closer as Serima started to speak, but quickly came to a stop as the greenblood's eyes glanced ever so slightly to hers before beginning to wave a poster as she spoke to their inquisitor. She squinted, trying to catch the face on the poster, before realizing it was her own face. So it was her, and Sermia knew....which meant Bellen probably knew as well.

Zeylla frowned, before sliding backwards into the crowd, this time being more careful not to disrupt the flow around her. It was obvious what the greenblood had been doing, and Zeylla felt a moments frustration in herself for having to be reminded, she needed to be hidden- curiosity killed the meowbeast, after all. So she slid into the crowd and moved downwards to another booth, but not to far off in case something bad were to happen(if she looked just right through the crowd, she could just see their booth still). She would come back once the purpleblood was gone, but for now, she kept a careful eye out.

(always watching!)  

[nepsah]

Quote:

cute
beach attire
nude/basic

Deimos squinted at himself in the mirror. Wasn't... wasn't this what he was already wearing? "...What's wrong with my swim stuff...?" He narrowed his eyes a little, actually pouting a bit as his exhausted thinkpan struggled to figure out what about his previous attire had needed changing.

unaru

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wasn't sure which one of you would want to reply!

 

[Sami-Fire]

Dairah liked this Borrowed Brush booth quite a bit. It was a way to try out different styles and see what worked and what didn't. And the clothes were so cute and stylish! Most of the time, anyway. There were a few items that looked out of place. Something had come up, so she wasn't able to come back immediately, but today she was back with a vengeance. She walked up to the fashionable ladies at the booth, and...

Sleek clubwear with colorful makeup. Dairah didn't think this was really her style.  

[artificial bones]

It was a little later in the evening when Zeylla circled back around to Bellen and Semira's booth. She had been to nervous to actually visit any booths, as she had been walking she saw those damned posters smattered all over. And as the evening when along, she felt like more and more eyes were lingering on her. Someone was going to put two and two together and alert trolls that Zeylla had no wish to interact with. So for a while she lingered on the outskirts of the festivals, finding shadowed spaces to hide in when she felt a certain troll had been staring too long. But she couldn't leave until she had come back to visit the two trolls.

And so with some patience and careful sneakery, Zeylla managed to make her way back to their booth, and thank gog, the purpleblood was no where in sight. She tried to act casual as she stepped up, her face neither too excited or anxious, just neutral and boring. "I need to blend in," she said in almost whispered tones as she let them lead her back to make her choices. She knew, from the way Serima had helped her earlier, that they wouldn't let her down.


The outcome was shocking, and Zeylla stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was picked into a massive fuzzy mess, and looked terribly weird to Zeylla as she turned from side to side, but it hid at least half the curves of her horns. And where the hair didn't hide, there were summery flowers wrapped around her horns and in her hair. Blue flowers, to which Zeylla gave Bellen a glance.

And her whole outfit, as well, was blue. She was now sporting a too-revealing(for her taste) swim suit top, with a soft blue sarong around her waist. Her scars on her arms were visible, but Zeylla quickly fixed that with some arm wraps, and while the striking smokey look they had given her for make up was beautiful(Zeylla was amazed by the skill of their hands), she quickly chose a large pair of sun glasses to cover her face.

She gave herself a spin in the mirror, trying to get used to being so blue, it felt so wrong, and she felt exposed. But she would blend in with the colorpride blinded masses, and that was what Zeylla needed. She looked at Serima and Bellen, and gave an awkward thumbs up. "I think this will work,"

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totally making her come back for a disguise and to check on the two of them, im just making the assumption of it being after tams has left > >

Unaru

^^^^

 

[Micillia]

Punkie

glamorous
clubwear
striking
The juggalo cheered, and whooped, and made quite the hullabaloo as she saw her senior juggalo take matters into her own hands. While her sister Tamiya was here, the juggalo tried to show off.  

[Micillia]

Punkie

"Shante, you stay! You SLAY." Serima keeps chanting "Shante" while Bellen hollers at you to "Wooork it!" You owned that runway.

Punkie, in the mirthful gaze of the mighty Tamiya, worked her way on the runway like no other. With her makeup as striking as a dagger, and her clothes as glamorous as they came, the juggalo struck a pose, striking awe of the messiah into everyone bloodpumpers.  

[Tasinei]

Another booth and this one looked like it dressed you up. Kaguya did not trust it, or the two trolls manning it. She was sure they would put her in something horrible that didn’t fit her style. Of course, she had to comply with them and when she was changed into well… Kaguya looked at herself and tried to keep a straight face. It was horrible. Not only was it form fitting, but it was all kinds of colors. Kaguya turned to look at Obaa and gave her a look, but upon seeing her, even crane mom didn’t know how to react.

(( 4 - formfitting
1 - clubwear
4 - colorful ))  

[Tasinei]

Little did Kaguya know that the worst was about to come! The redblood stared down the runway with very large eyes. Obaa was at the end trying to encourage her to step up and forward. But the redblood was having none of it until someone shoved her forward. There was no choice now, Kaguya practically ran across the platform to the end only to turn around and almost run right back to hide again. There was no way she was going out there again, no way at all. For now though Kaguya went to hide in the changing area, she was sure she’d done so poorly and didn’t want to know the results. She needed to get out of this fast!  

[Unaru]

Late rollover, sorry! First two rolls for 1 set of matching numbers.

1. Micillia
2. quiet delegation
3. nepash
4. Tasinei

Micillia

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[Unaru]

Late rollover, sorry! First two rolls for 1 set of matching numbers.

1. quiet delegation
2. nepash
3. Tasinei

quiet delegation

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[Unaru]

No matches.

1. Sami-fire
2. stringency

Sami-fire

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