Post by GERDY MILLAN on Jul 9, 2012 9:05:00 GMT -5
Masquerades could be fun, so could dances. Gerdy didn’t have a date, and she was fine with that. When she pulled on her dress, she had wondered why no one had asked her. She was rather nice, right? Maybe if not a bit energetic—she would be fun to go to a party with! Gerdy did her best not to look too disappointed as she leaned forward on her toes and applied her makeup. Thick eyeliner, eyebrows drawn carefully just above the brow line. Her piercings were all in place: snakebites and septum. Even her hair had changed; wash out pink color tinted her usually white-blonde locks a pale, cotton candy pink, with a darker pink coontail print on her bangs.
Then came the outfit. She slowly had gathered the pieces by stealing them—after all, where else would they come from? She didn’t have the stupid amount of money for blowing on one night of fancy dress. The hardest part had been stealing the dress; but luckily some of the girls in the dorm left their doors unlocked. Or rather…open to be unlocked. Gerdy was quite a pro at picking locks, and the ones in the school were far too easy to undo. The bodice of her dress was a sweetheart line, with silver embroidery. The waist gave in to an obscene amount of pink ruffles, and stopped just above her knees. Her feet dipped into matching hot pink shoes with silver studs. Feathered pink earrings fit in the second, ungauged hole on her ears, and her pink plugs went into the stretched space. The mask was a more of desaturated pink , also with silver accents and a silver ribbon bow hanging off the right side.
All in all, Gerdy liked her little look of a pink flamingo, and happily bounced her way into a cab—taking off into the building before the driver could ask for the cash. Oh, Gerdy was a clever one. She’d have to sneak out the back way after the dance, just in case the driver was determined enough to wait out front for her. Once she was in the building, she looked around with brown eyes full of wonder. The decorations were amazing, the music was amazing, and the people were even more amazing. So many pretty dresses, and the mystery of the guys behind the masks increased their hotness. They could be disgusting behind the masks, but no one would ever have to know. Mystery was sexy—as long as they could pull off the mystery.
But Gerdy being Gerdy, meant she hit the food table first. Was it possible to unhinge her jaw and eat everything? Her fingers went to work, lifting the food and cramming it into her mouth. For once, the social butterfly felt somewhat awkward. People usually came to dances with dates, or at least friends. Honestly—she had expected to have more friends than this by now. She had Chandler, and the few people he introduced her to, whose names were failing her. Would Chandler be here, or any of those other people that she sort of, kind of knew? Her brows knitted together behind her mask, which felt too hot on her skin. But masks weren’t supposed to be removed until the end of the evening, so she would have to stick it out for now. Stuffing another hors d'oeuvres into her mouth.
No, she was not waiting for courage. Gerdy always had courage. Instead of mingling though, one more look to the massive ballroom made her stuff more food into her mouth. Even if she spent most of the night at the food table, at least she’d have a full stomach instead of that crappy cafeteria food, or the risk that came with dine-and-dash.
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Outfit:[/color] Pretty Dress!
Words:[/color] 630
Notes:[/color] Aww. She's nervous!
Lyrics:[/color] Olley used Invisible Touch by Genesis[/left]
