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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:01 pm
It was unusual for Ursula to be on time for anything other than a Negaverse meeting (not that she really had a choice on that one, being physically summoned and all), but it was even more rare for her to be early.
The flame haired woman stood outside of the entrance to the Mall, her back pressed against one of the many awning pillars. Her eyes absentmindedly kept returning to the watch on her wrist, but she wasn't concerned about the time. Well, not really, at least.
Humming to herself, Ursula couldn't help but let her mind wander off and ponder the excursion that was about to take place. It would be difficult to twirl in front of a mirror with all those bruises still covering her pale skin, but it wasn't as if her companion hadn't seen battle wounds before. Embarrassing, but tolerable, especially considering how dire the situation was. This shopping adventure was not just for a dress for prom, it had to be the dress for prom. She knew that this could very well be the one and only time she'd get to spend an evening (oh alright, part of an evening) with the General-King on terms other than boss to worker, and she was damn well going to take advantage of it while she could.
One hand rose to adjust the sunglasses on her face, the lenses hiding away the soft bruised tissue around her eyes. Her top of choice for the day bore long sleeves to hide the marks on her shoulders and arms, but thankfully the weather was chill enough that long sleeves were actually called for. Hose kept her legs from being exposed and her long orange waves of hair proved to be useful when it came to hiding any unsightly spots on her neck.
Sighing, she tapped her foot and attempted to think of other things... which only brought her back to dresses and the fact she had to look good for this. It was practically a fashion emergency. Was she thin enough for the perfect dress? Had she lost enough weight since the last time she'd went shopping? ARGH, people never understood, but shopping was terribly complicated, so many factors were involved in finding the appropriate attire.
"Beautiful." She reconfirmed with herself out loud, keeping her voice as confident as she could. Her dress was going to be beautiful and she was going to look radiant in it, bruise free, gorgeous hair, perfect makeup.
It was going to be perfect, and she was going to finally catch his attention.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:48 pm
“I am, aren't I?” Aree responded to Ursula's last spoken comment, a grin parting her lips as she crossed the street to greet her fellow Lieutenant at the door. A car honked impatiently as she strutted across the pavement, moving as though she owned the entire damn parking lot. The man behind the wheel received only a flippant middle finger and a cold glare in return for his troubles, and was forgotten the moment Aree's heel touched the other side of the crossing.
As far as battle wounds went, the teenager wasn't much better off than her red-headed companion. However, she looked more like a victim of a lynch mob than a battered housewife. A thin white bandage was wrapped tightly around her slender throat, the wound beneath not yet healed enough to allow her to cover it with a simple choker. Her limbs were still covered by various scrapes and bruises, bust most had faded to the point of being coverable by concealer.
However, such wounds would likely come as less of a surprise to Ursula than Aree's current attire. Whereas the senior Lieutenant had only ever seen her in the less than conservative Negaverse uniform, Aree now wore a simple, form fitting black sweater and a knee-length skirt trimmed in a shade of purple that complemented her hair. Her legs were left bare, strappy, low-heel sandals encasing her feet. It had been weeks since Tanzanite had slipped into the human skin of Aree Cadence, she intended to enjoy a brief reprieve from five-inch heels.
“You look stunning,” she said, embracing Ursula in the way women so often did, careful to avoid touching the bruises and contusions as best she could. Aree had never been much for touching.. or friendships.. or people, for that matter. However, she and Ursula shared far too many common interests – and enemies – for her to not make at least a decent attempt at bonding.
Who knew, maybe something would come of it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 6:28 am
The unexpected answer caught her off guard, and one eyebrow rose as she turned to watch the ever so beautiful Aree strolling her way. Eyes naturally roamed to inspect the other female from head to toe, taking in her outfit, her bandages, her hair. While Tanzanite could be considered competition in the looks department, Aree was just as bad.
Thank god she was on the Negaverse's side, at least.
"I try," she replied smugly, leaning in to return the gesture, "And the same would have to be said for you, Aree darling."
Aside from the one bout of shopping for Nova's disguise and the errands she'd forced Khaldun to run with her, Ursula was dreadfully rusty when it came to girl time, though she'd never admit it. Ever since she'd joined the forces of the Negaverse, ever since she'd wandered her way into Destiny City.... well, she'd just been without the gaggle of girlfriends and gossip chatter. Charonite had little tolerance for anything aside from business and the only female she'd ever come into contact with that was anywhere close to her age was Linarite and that was certainly not an option.
But despite her initial hesitance, Ursula found something in this woman that she'd been missing for quite some time. A sister soul, of sorts, similar likes and dislikes... and, after all, if she shared the same tastes as Ursula, she couldn't be that bad, right?
.... well, as long as she stayed away from certain tall dark and dreadlocked men, of course.
"I'm sorry for calling on such late notice," she offered, not truly sorry in the least but attempting to remain cordial, "But I just have to find an outfit for Prom. We're talking like, major pronto here, because I just refuse to have to pick through the leftovers after these little Crystal twits have rampaged the racks."
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:18 am
Aree was more fond of pale, biting, psychotic red-heads, really. Lavender just wasn't her color. She touched the bandage at her neck with a faint smile. The evening that led up to her sudden (and inexplicably violent) interest in Obsidian was still somewhat perplexing, but she wasn't going to argue with what she considered to be a good thing. How being beaten within a few inches of your life twice in one day was a good thing, she couldn't explain.
It just was. This is the Negaverse. We don't have room for your logic here.
She waved one hand in a dismissive gesture, as though to suggest the Crystal Academy girls weren't even worth worrying about. And as far as Aree was concerned, they really weren't. She had spent years among them, watching their undeserved egos growing with each passing day. Watching as they waved their wealth and status, and wore arrogance as though it was the latest Fall fashion. It was only recently, only through Charonite, that she was able to be the one to drag them violently from their pedestals. Still, while she owed the man her unwavering loyalty, her interest in him stopped there.
“The ones that aren't fat are anorexic, short, or just plain ugly,” she said, lifting a hand to check that her long, dark bangs were still covering the large set of bruises that ran down the side of her face; Obsidian's handiwork. “No reason to fret,” she smiled, looping an arm through Ursula's, “We won't just find you a dress, Ursula, we will find you the dress. Whoever your going with, I plan on making sure he can't take his eyes off of you."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 8:04 am
She couldn't help but grin, the girl's confidence contagious enough to convince Ursula that even the hardest of all men to woo over was conquerable.
"I must admit, I don't think I've ever been this nervous for a date before. Silly, I know," she quickly began in, eager and thankful to have an ear to chatter with. Grendel and Obby could only tolerate so much, and what else was a girl to do? She certainly couldn't talk about Charonite to Obsidian, he'd just laugh his a** off. And Grendel, the lazy thing, didn't give (or know) a rat's a** about fashion enough to help her think of what she'd want. "But this one... this one's going to be a bit tricky to win over. He hasn't been on a date in forever. I can't help but wonder why he even offered to be my escort, he's so out of touch with women. Hmph."
Pouting, she directed them both through the sliding doors into the mall, their first store to storm through straight ahead of them. "But challenges are good, I suppose. It's fun to find the one that you can't quite nab. What about you, Aree, have you found yourself a handsome catch to compliment your dress at the Prom?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 11:51 pm
“Not the one I wanted,” she murmured, displeasure evident in her voice, “But I found a suitable replacement that will match the dress I have in mind.” She spoke of men as though they were accessories. Which, to Aree, they usually were. Pretty things to keep around for the sake of appearances, then to discard when they fell out of fashion or favor.
“Unfortunately the one I have my eye on,” Oh yes, have, “Won't be with me when I arrive at prom. However, I fully intend on him being with me when I leave. Which is why I agree that this trip must be successful.”
In truth, Aree didn't give a damn about prom. It was a social gathering for stupid, stupid teenagers. What she did care about was getting into a certain red-headed Lieutenant's head and staying there. Arm in arm, the pair strutted into the first of likely many stores, and Aree veered over to the block of racks that had been dedicated to Prom. Most were trashy, gaudy things. Bright pinks and vivid blues. Things utterly unworthy of either her or her companion.
Somewhere, though, between the trashy tafetta and the gaudy sequins, was the dress.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 12:18 am
She patted the back of the other girl's hand sympathetically. If anyone could understand not getting the attention desired, it was Ursula.
"Don't worry, darling," she reassured her, "We'll wow them like nobody's business. I'm certain we can both find something that'll leave a memorable impression on the both of them."
Smiling, she did her best to believe just that. Somewhere deep inside that cold, calculative man's heart, she knew there had to be room for something besides the Negaverse and world ruling. Didn't every King need a Queen, after all? She knew he was capable of being more than just a General-King; he'd raised Khaldun, for example. Surely there must still be room for other affection as well!
She tsked as she flipped through the first dresses they came across. While she didn't have her mind securely set on a certain style (besides dreadfully sexy, of course), none of these frilly things seemed to do anything for her. Most were too young, she'd confess, for something she'd wear. Perhaps five or so years ago she could be caught in such a thing, but now that she was of the ripe 'ol age of twenty-two, sultry and sexy were the goals she was after when it came to her appearance.
Sighing, she turned to Aree and shook her head. "I think this might be a bit more difficult than I was hoping it would be. See anything you like? I'm thinking more of an Audrey Hepburn look, myself."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 1:22 pm
What the hell was this?
What the hell was this?!
“What the hell is this?” Aree said, holding up some frilly pink monstrosity. It was covered in a swirling pattern of hideous sequins, spiraling around in pink and purple accents. The front bore a large, frilly bow, and Aree promptly shoved it back into the rack as though it might burn her if she held onto it much longer. The dresses to either side were equally grotesque.
Aree had no interest in looking like a princess at her prom. When you wanted to get your best friend to finally realize that he belonged with you a la a Taylor Swift video, you dressed like a princess. When you wanted to catch the eye of a sadistic, murderous, arrogant Negaverse Lieutenant, you most certainly did not.
“There's a specialty shop a few stores up,” she said, disgust evident in her tone as she tossed one of the ugly thing over her shoulder, not bothering to hang it back up. “For the love of the Negaverse, let's get the hell out of here. I'm thinking red carpet, not Rainbow Brite.”
Oh, but how she loved that show as a kid.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:40 pm
Ursula couldn't help but begin to crack up, her hand reaching out to clutch the end of the rack to support herself and her giggling. Oh god, the things people came up with these days.
"It's like...even Barbie's getting desperate, jesus. Oh, these poor Crystal girls."
As if to emphasize her sympathy, she shot two nearby shoppers (typical Crystal twits) a disapproving look, both of them holding up similar dresses to the one Aree and herself had been mocking. Their eyes met hers and looked away nearly as hastily as their return of the dresses to the rack. Good, they obviously should be ashamed of their lack of taste.
"I think you're right, Aree darling," the older woman sighed, waving one hand dismissively in the air. "We're obviously not going to find what we're looking for in this dreadful place."
She strolled out of the store and looked left, looked right, then paused as she waited for her companion.
Sigh. If this first store was any indication, this... this was going to take a while.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:37 pm
“Christ, this thing is a tent,” she said of another, tossing it aside to the pair of rude Crystal twats. She knew the both of them, and disliked them equally. Forcing a sickly sweet smile, Aree crooked her fingers in a tiny wave, “That one might fit you.”
Without so much as another thought for the two, one of which seemed about to burst into tears, Aree followed on Ursula's heels. The mall was crowded, as usual, Aree did not sidestep as she walked alongside her companion, rounding the corner to the next store. As far as she was concerned, these people were something to be harvested, most of them unworthy of the oxygen they breathed in through those disgusting, vulgar pasty munchers they called mouth, much less her attention.
The next target was much more up the alley of the picky teenager, a specialty shop that traded exclusively in pricey but sophisticated gowns. Beyond the rows of designer dresses were cases of jewelry, racks of shoes, and handbags to match almost any style.
“Much better,” Aree murmured, waving off the attendant who attempted to greet her. She didn't need some fat, fussy old woman hovering around her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:21 pm
Ursula nodded appreciatively as she stepped into the store behind Aree, her mood significantly brighter now that actual decent gowns were hanging around her, instead of all that floofy frilly nonsense. No, these were sleek, they were chic, and they were gorgeous.... which was perfect for the both of them, naturally!
She took the time to flip through the first wall of dresses, none of them just... standing out to her. Sighing loudly again, she turned to the other side, letting her frustration get the better of her...wait.
Her eyes widened, focused on the mannequin standing dead ahead of her. Draped in a long strapless black gown with orange trim spiraling down the middle, the dress just... it called to her.
Without a word, she made her way over to the statue, her eyes never leaving the beautiful fabric. This was it.
This was her dress.
It didn't take long for her to strip off the mannequin; it was her size, <********> searching for it on the racks. The attendant started to argue with her, but Ursula quickly swept her way into the dressing room with The Dress and stripped off her clothes. Donning The Dress, she made a happy twirl for herself in the mirror before stepping out, bruised arms spread wide to show off to her companion.
"Taaaaadaaaa!"
This was it. This was The Dress that was going to make Prom the most wonderful night of her life!
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:43 pm
“Excuse me, miss?” the attendant approached Aree, going so far as to rest a hand on her shoulder as she browsed the racks, “Is that your friend?”
Aree froze as soon as the woman's hand fell upon her shoulder, her entire body tensing at this abrupt violation of her personal space. It wasn't that Aree minded being touched so much as Aree minded being touched by someone she considered nothing more than a useless shell to house a star seed. She twisted her neck sideways with a blank expression, giving a very simple, flat, “Yes.”
“Well, could you kindly tell her that she can't just take whatever she wants off of the ma-”
“Let me stop you there,” Aree interrupted her, plucking the woman's hand from her shoulder and pushing it of to one side as though repulsed by it, “I feel that I should first tell you, to be fair, that if you touch me again I will snap that hand right off. Secondly, yes, she can. But please feel free to tell her otherwise yourself, but I would think twice about pissing her OH MY GOD IT'S AMAZING!”
Aree's little tirade was cut short as Ursula emerged from the dressing room, a vision of absolute beauty. “Audrey wished she could look that good, Ursula.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 10:41 pm
She knew she had exposed her bruises, the ugly markings she'd been trying so desperately to hide before... but it just, there was no way she couldn't show off this gown. It was simply just made for her!
A giggle began to bubble up from within and Ursula shared her first real 'girl' moment since high school, grabbing Aree's hands and doing a little bounce up and down. Oh god, she'd found it, it was the dress to top all dresses, in her colors to boot! The attendant remained ignored by both women as they danced around, and Ursula finally brought her head back down from the cloud enough to ask, "Aree, darling, we must find something for you now; do you have any idea what you're after?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:52 pm
Aree was not a 'bouncer'. She'd seen it done many times before, it movies and TV shows and in the halls of Crystal Academy when some girl had been assigned the role she wanted in the school ballet, but never had Aree felt inclined to link hands and jump up and down excitedly.
Thus, it was an interesting experience when she attempted to do so with Ursula. Certainly, she shared the woman's joy, but when you had a rack as large as Aree's, you just didn't feel inclined to jump around unless you were wearing a triple-support sports bra and had ducked taped the twins down. She stopped after only a few brief jumps- but not because she had tired of jumping. She stopped because there, at the register, was an old woman holding a dress.
And old woman holding her dress. She was telling the cashier something about her granddaughter and prom, but the words were a mere blur to Aree. The deep wine color, the elegantly embroidered flowers, the choker neck that was simply made for her. The attendant had just begun to ring the thing up when Aree walked up, snatched it from her hands, and abruptly marched off to the dressing room. There was plenty of annoyance and argument, but Aree was not one to pay attention to it. She slammed the dressing room door shut.
What emerged was nothing short of beautiful. The dress hugged her tall, slender form like a glove, the embroidery that snaked along the bodice connecting to the choker which covered the soon-to-be scar that ringed her neck. Much like Nea, the dress exposed an utterly absurd amount of bruises and scrapes, but those would be history by the time prom rolled around.
“Ursula,” she held out a hand, crooking her fingers to beckon her friend forward, “I believe we need to resume that jumping.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 12:09 am
She paused, confused when Aree abruptly stopped jumping around with her, but it all made sense as she saw the girl storm off in the direction of the register.
Her head tilted slightly, an amused grin on her face as she watched Aree wrangle the dress from the elderly woman's hands, making her own way to the dressing room that still held the clothes she'd stripped out of. As the younger girl was dressing, Ursula was busy in front of the store's mirror, lifting her hair up in various positions, already attempting to figure out how she would fix her hair for the best night of her ******** life.
As Aree stepped out, hands fell from holding up her hair and instead covered her mouth. While Ursula was well aware that she herself was a beautiful example of what the perfect woman should be, Aree was in every way magnificent in her own right. Thank god their sights were obviously set in different directions!
"Darling, that's just.... that's amazing!" she cooed happily, rushing back over to resume their mini hopfest. The stares they were drawing became ever-more apparent the longer they stood and giggled, and finally, after a few minutes, Ursula let go of the other woman's hands and headed back into her dressing room to change out of her absolutely perfect gown.
As she was changing out, she finally noticed the price attached to the perfect dress ever. Jesus Christ, no wonder it was so perfect.
Biting her bottom lip, the penny pincher in her debated, but was quickly overruled by the fact that, well, this was the best goddamn dress ever and it would be worth every penny for the best goddamn night of her life. Surely this would dazzle the General-King into noticing her this time, right? Right. Every damn penny well spent, as it would be nearly impossible to even try to shoplift such a jewel of a dress out of the store.
Reappearing out of the dressing room, once again in her civilian attire, Ursula offered her companion the now-empty room and made her way towards the register.
God, if this didn't work, she wasn't sure what would, at this point!
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