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Post by Red Blaze on Feb 2, 2011 20:14:29 GMT -5
Red, of course, was late. The redhead rushed into her dressing room, shared with her humming brunette friend, and dropped her things into the corner, dashing over to her vanity and putting a skewed array of curlers in her hair to make it look like she's been pretty-fying for the last hour. As she applied the thin layer of lip liner, a coral peach, over her whole lip, her dressing-room-mate stepped into her view in the mirror, tsking and shaking her head slowly.
"Red, if you keep doing this, there's going to be big problems. For you and me." Red didn't answer, moving to brush a line of pink across her cheek.
"Seriously, Red, I can't keep lying to Mrs. Guston!" The girl looked concerned, crossing her arms and raising one shoulder. She was very visibly concerned for them both; the brunette did often wear her heart on her sleeve. The redhead rolled blue eyes and smirked up at her friend, tugging on one of her brown ringlets.
"Chill, Raea. We won't get caught. I'm sure the Twins have is covered."
The brunette relaxed, just slightly, with a little smile. Yes. She was sure the Twins had it more then covered.
"I just think it adds a nice touch. Really shows the psychological turmoil."
The tall woman with mousy hair in a tight bun pinched the bridge of her nose.
"She doesn't--there's no..." She sighed heavily, then eyes Miyuki with a sharp green stare. "There's no inner turmoil, Miyuki. She's just concerned with getting revenge for her father, all right?"
"Really? Cause I like it." Cris stepped forward, eyeing, as her 'Twin' was, Miyuki's reflection in the mirror. The little, dark-haired girl was clad in a plain top, vest, and pants... and stiletto boots with knifes imbedded. Classic Miyuki attire.
The tall woman huffed, exasperated, and waved a hand at the two.
"Just take them off, Miyuki. We're shooting in ten. I'm going to check on Red and Astraea." Before the Twins could stop her, she was gone. Cris turned to Miyuki, smirking.
"Psychological turmoil? Really, Ki?"
The smaller girl, slipping on flats in place of the heels, grinned.
"Hey, shut up. I was thinking on my feet."
Cris snickered.
"Literally."
The tall, green-eyed woman, who happened to be called 'Gussy' by the girls she visited, was named Mrs. Guston after her husband, which may have been where Raea's second love-interest got his name. Both were beautiful, egotistical, and dull.
But.
Mrs. Guston attempted not to think of these things at work, so, when this entered her mind, midway between Red's and Raea's and Cris' and Miyuki's rooms, she brushed the thought aside. She was, surprisingly, happy at the sight of the room: both Raea and Red were nearly ready. True, Raea only had her dress to finish pitting on and Red hadn't even started on her hair, but even seeing Red in the dressing room at all was rare. Mrs. Guston suspected the had some sort of secret love affair going on, but it wasn't her business. Red put in her time, even if the time was delayed a bit.
"Astraea, they're ready for you whenever you're ready." The brunette nodded , slipped her feet into her shoes, and left. Mrs Guston stepped over to Red and began to take out her curlers, frowning at the disappointing tendrils.
"These just aren't working well for you, are they? How long have they been in?"
Red paused, the comb of her mascara stopping halfway up her lash.
"Uh... An hour?"
Mrs. Guston's brows furrowed.
"Run over to hair and make-up before you shoot. Your hair, more then anyone else's, must float just right."
Red nodded as Mrs. Guston pulled out the rest of the curlers. When she finished, and Red pulled tone last drag of the mascara brush through her lashes, she stood and Mrs. Guston started for the door.
"When you finish, Red, hurry to the sound stage."
Red, her back turned, rolled her eyes.
"Okay, Gussy."
Mrs. Guston, nothing of her visible except her hand gracing the doorknob, very slowly leaned back into sight.
"What?"
Red had pulled off her big shirt and skinny jeans and lace-up boots, and, upon pulling on her dress and corset, grinned slyly at Mrs. Guston.
"Nothing, Mrs. Guston. Nothing."
"That's what I thought, Red. Get to hair and make-up."
"Red, if you keep doing this, there's going to be big problems. For you and me." Red didn't answer, moving to brush a line of pink across her cheek.
"Seriously, Red, I can't keep lying to Mrs. Guston!" The girl looked concerned, crossing her arms and raising one shoulder. She was very visibly concerned for them both; the brunette did often wear her heart on her sleeve. The redhead rolled blue eyes and smirked up at her friend, tugging on one of her brown ringlets.
"Chill, Raea. We won't get caught. I'm sure the Twins have is covered."
The brunette relaxed, just slightly, with a little smile. Yes. She was sure the Twins had it more then covered.
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"I just think it adds a nice touch. Really shows the psychological turmoil."
The tall woman with mousy hair in a tight bun pinched the bridge of her nose.
"She doesn't--there's no..." She sighed heavily, then eyes Miyuki with a sharp green stare. "There's no inner turmoil, Miyuki. She's just concerned with getting revenge for her father, all right?"
"Really? Cause I like it." Cris stepped forward, eyeing, as her 'Twin' was, Miyuki's reflection in the mirror. The little, dark-haired girl was clad in a plain top, vest, and pants... and stiletto boots with knifes imbedded. Classic Miyuki attire.
The tall woman huffed, exasperated, and waved a hand at the two.
"Just take them off, Miyuki. We're shooting in ten. I'm going to check on Red and Astraea." Before the Twins could stop her, she was gone. Cris turned to Miyuki, smirking.
"Psychological turmoil? Really, Ki?"
The smaller girl, slipping on flats in place of the heels, grinned.
"Hey, shut up. I was thinking on my feet."
Cris snickered.
"Literally."
----
The tall, green-eyed woman, who happened to be called 'Gussy' by the girls she visited, was named Mrs. Guston after her husband, which may have been where Raea's second love-interest got his name. Both were beautiful, egotistical, and dull.
But.
Mrs. Guston attempted not to think of these things at work, so, when this entered her mind, midway between Red's and Raea's and Cris' and Miyuki's rooms, she brushed the thought aside. She was, surprisingly, happy at the sight of the room: both Raea and Red were nearly ready. True, Raea only had her dress to finish pitting on and Red hadn't even started on her hair, but even seeing Red in the dressing room at all was rare. Mrs. Guston suspected the had some sort of secret love affair going on, but it wasn't her business. Red put in her time, even if the time was delayed a bit.
"Astraea, they're ready for you whenever you're ready." The brunette nodded , slipped her feet into her shoes, and left. Mrs Guston stepped over to Red and began to take out her curlers, frowning at the disappointing tendrils.
"These just aren't working well for you, are they? How long have they been in?"
Red paused, the comb of her mascara stopping halfway up her lash.
"Uh... An hour?"
Mrs. Guston's brows furrowed.
"Run over to hair and make-up before you shoot. Your hair, more then anyone else's, must float just right."
Red nodded as Mrs. Guston pulled out the rest of the curlers. When she finished, and Red pulled tone last drag of the mascara brush through her lashes, she stood and Mrs. Guston started for the door.
"When you finish, Red, hurry to the sound stage."
Red, her back turned, rolled her eyes.
"Okay, Gussy."
Mrs. Guston, nothing of her visible except her hand gracing the doorknob, very slowly leaned back into sight.
"What?"
Red had pulled off her big shirt and skinny jeans and lace-up boots, and, upon pulling on her dress and corset, grinned slyly at Mrs. Guston.
"Nothing, Mrs. Guston. Nothing."
"That's what I thought, Red. Get to hair and make-up."
