Post by DJ on Mar 29, 2008 20:48:30 GMT -5
Estee pulled her second lower eyelid downward, gently sketching the creamy black pencil across it. The tip left a trail of darkness, creating a smooth line. She let go and blinked, studying herself in the mirror. Capping the pencil, she laid it on the corner of the sink and picked up a small bottle of black mascara. After unscrewing the cap, she pulled off the top, wiping the connected brush on the edge to remove chunks. Moving it up to her face, she ran the brush across her already dark lashes, lengthening them. She blinked again, gazing into the mirror and screwed the cap back on. Running her hand through her hair, she turned, heading back to her room. Well, technically it was Hope's guest room, but Estee had actually started making an attempt at calling it her own.
She slipped out of her sticky black tee, tossing it into the hamper, and slipped into her black 'My Chemical Romance' graphic tee, which hugged her body comfortably. She sat down on the bed to peel off her riding pants, now basically stuck to her, and tossed them aside, searching for some clean jeans. After opening three drawers, she found a pair and slid into the black skinny jeans, tight down to her ankles. She fell back onto the bed, actually thinking about what was happening. Oh. My. Gosh. Well, I've basically been asked on a technical date. Not that he's going out with me. But I guess anything is a date. Like. Meeting someone next to the bathroom could be a date... it's just a time, BUT, anyways, god. This is actually happening. Since earlier today was the worst impression in the world, maybe, hopefully, tonight will go better. Although I don't have Glow to sob on if anything goes wrong... She took a deep breath.
And with that thought, she shoved her feet into her purple Converse, scribbled on with Sharpies. But that was Estee for you, and she liked it.
She picked a foot up onto the bed, tying her sneakers, and ran out the door, headed to the barn.
She slipped out of her sticky black tee, tossing it into the hamper, and slipped into her black 'My Chemical Romance' graphic tee, which hugged her body comfortably. She sat down on the bed to peel off her riding pants, now basically stuck to her, and tossed them aside, searching for some clean jeans. After opening three drawers, she found a pair and slid into the black skinny jeans, tight down to her ankles. She fell back onto the bed, actually thinking about what was happening. Oh. My. Gosh. Well, I've basically been asked on a technical date. Not that he's going out with me. But I guess anything is a date. Like. Meeting someone next to the bathroom could be a date... it's just a time, BUT, anyways, god. This is actually happening. Since earlier today was the worst impression in the world, maybe, hopefully, tonight will go better. Although I don't have Glow to sob on if anything goes wrong... She took a deep breath.
And with that thought, she shoved her feet into her purple Converse, scribbled on with Sharpies. But that was Estee for you, and she liked it.
She picked a foot up onto the bed, tying her sneakers, and ran out the door, headed to the barn.