Looking Good, Feeling Good - Yuri (Kuri and Septic)

[Kurisuchin Saiyuki]

There is a prestigious university that serves as the dream training ground for aspiring make-up and hair stylists. Katherine Nightingale, raised by a single mother, was one of the chosen few being granted the scholarship to that university, and she was often the one facing the challenge with confidence and optimism. But the question is, how long can she hold on to her own beliefs to survive, especially with a certain model becoming a judge during the annual face-off to see who will work for the modeling agency?  

[Kurisuchin Saiyuki]

xxxx❀ Katherine Nightingale ❀xxxx

xxxxThe Aspiring Make-up Artistxxxx

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A hand grasped at the shower knob to cease the flow of water from the circular head, the figure's body damp after rinsing the suds off the skin. Letting out a sigh, the student nudged the shower curtain aside, bare feet touching the tiled floor. She reached for the towel hanging from the rack and dried both her hair and skin, the movements brisk and firm. After wiping off the moisture off the skin and hanging the fabric back to the rack, she combed her damp hair and brushed her teeth before putting on her underwear and outer clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans.

After exiting the bathroom, Katherine Nightingale sat down before staring at the picture of her mom. The middle-aged woman was her source of inspiration, the motivation behind her goal to open up her own salon someday. She smiled and caressed the frame, fingers tracing the surface of the polished wood, before greeting the picture good morning. With that, she grabbed her bag and left the dorm room.

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Location: dorm room ╎Mood: ready for the day ╎Company: No one (for now)

OOC: Late introduction, but here it is.

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Being chosen as a judge for a competition in such a high-end university would have made anyone feel honored; being chosen as a judge should be honoring enough as it is, except for the fact that the competition had nothing to do with Mikella. She only knew the basics of makeup, not as well as all the students there at least, and she was not fit to be one of the three judges. She never even does her own makeup; when in a shoot, or when she has a show, the makeup crew pretty up her face, and when she goes out with friends, she doesn't bother putting all that much on, or sometimes, nothing at all. She just doesn't feel obligated to cake her face every time she goes out, but she does put the slightest of efforts in case any cameras were around; she wouldn't want her parents to kill her if her makeup-less pictures were roaming the internet.

After telling her driver, Rick, to come back in several hours, Mikella made her way out of the car and quickly towards the entrance. She was hoping to get inside fast, and maybe even skip her way to the stadium where the contest was being held, without getting recognised; luck was not on her side, though. She instantly got swamped by a group of girls, and a couple of guys, all talking at the same time and asking for pictures; some even just taking them without asking. "How about one of you take me to where the contest will be held?" She spoke with her overly-cheery tone. She heard a few 'okay's before the small crowd moved forward, with Mikella following not too far behind. As they entered the building, the crowd slightly got smaller, but there were more people just standing around and staring; and for them, Mikella gave her biggest smile as she pretended to be walking on a runway, just to make herself feel at ease.

It was ridiculous, really. People would usually feel more overwhelmed when on a stage in front of thousands of people who were judging them, but with Mikella, she got more nervous when around a crowd like this; where they were all at the same level, and they weren't just sitting quietly and watching her flaunt herself. "Thank you, that was really kind of you" Mikella thanked the crowd which had turned into five people, and waved them goodbye as she walked into the stadium where the contest was to be held. She watched as a few people rushed around to make the last preparations, like setting the tables and chairs perfectly, set the mic and fixing the decorations. Seeing a long table that had three chairs laid out in front of it, Mikella guessed it was the judges' seats, which was why she walked towards them, not wanting to make a big scene.

Mikella guessed that the other judges had yet to come, seeing as the contest wouldn't start for another thirty-five minutes; she just liked to be early, rather than on time, and of course, she was never late. She set her purse on the table as she watched a couple of the contestants carrying their makeup bags and setting their things out. Mikella saw the girl, whom she knew was the student body council, frantically move from one place to another, making sure everything was perfect. She knew the girl, though not her name, because they have met when Mikella was being offered the position as the judge. "Can I help with anything?" Mikella offered, knowing that the girl was in charge of the whole thing and she wanted to take at least the smallest of stress off her. Mikella nodded slowly as she was thanked, even before she did anything, and was told to help take off the orange-colored decorations and put the peach-colored ones up; there was a mix up in the order. As she started her task, she saw few more people entering the place, making her feel all the more excited to start the contest, and then get it over with.

Kurisuchin Saiyuki

ooc; I apologize for the lateness as well, but here it is c:

 

[Kurisuchin Saiyuki]

xxxx❀ Katherine Nightingale ❀xxxx

xxxxThe Aspiring Make-up Artistxxxx

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As Kath exited her dorm room, her stroll towards the hallways became crowded and she was now curious. Normally, it would only be crowded whenever there's a major event coming up, so in that current case, the preparations for the contest were indeed in full swing. Because the place was now crowded, she had to excuse herself politely while ensuring that she wouldn't bump into a lot of people. Her bag bumped against her hip as she passed through a sea of people, and after a few minutes, she could finally see why the place was crowded.

As it turned out, there was a model, one of the judges, and Kath was now blushing because it was her first time meeting her in real life. The blond had only known the name through magazines, social media and even several runways shows that she had watched on TV and online. Indeed, the blond wanted to scream her name but the voices of other people drowned hers. That didn't stop her from nudging herself from the crowd just to approach the model. Finally, after the struggle, she was finally face to face with Mikella.

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Location: hallway ╎Mood: excited ╎Company: lots of students, but finally near Mikella

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