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Post by BRIDGET CARSON on Feb 25, 2011 9:52:43 GMT -5
  The dress was brand new--something she hadn’t had the honor of having in quite some time. Bridget smoothed her hands down the sides of the coral colored dress, loving the feel of fresh, new material on the body and how beautiful the color looked against her tan skin and blue eyes and blond hair. Paired with it were new black heels and a new black fur coat by Marc Jacobs. The pearls were new as well, though a gift from a friend, as was the rose bracelet she wore. Everything was new and she loved it. Part of her did feel bad about it, the new little outfit she had managed to get. Designer brands, all of them, and they had been free. It was wrong of her, she knew, but she did it: she used charmspeak on the clerk, convincing her to let Bridget have the clothing at no cost. It was risky--there were others in the store who might have seen--but it had all been executed to perfection. Leaving the store, the precious bags held tight to her chest, she had said a quick prayer to her mother--a thanks for the very rare and useful ability she possessed.
The could attract the opposite sex just by walking by. They could change their physical features. All knew French. They knew some small degree of love magic. They were the usual gifts of the children of Aphrodite. What Bridget possessed, charmspeak, was a very rare gift of Aphrodite’s children, and she had yet to cross a sibling with it yet. It was a blessing from her mother, something she had had all of her life. It was what made getting things she wanted so easily, though she had never purposefully done it until she learned of it, and even then it was only done a few times meaningfully. It was the ability to influence another person by will of her words, something that didn’t work on other charmspeakers or female Cyclopes, her father had told her. The power and influence depended on matters, but Bridget didn’t fool around with it much…She didn’t usually need to use her gift to get people to do what she wanted…When you were as beautiful as she was, people were inclined to do what you wanted, give you what you wanted. Bridget had highly doubted, though, that a female clerk would have let her get away with such expensive clothing.
Not without charmspeak.
Bridget felt no guilt, though, as she stood in the girl’s restroom, smiling with pleasure at her reflection, enjoying the way the dress fit her tall and slender body. Of course, the pleased feeling never lasted long. Leaning into the mirror, her sky blue eyes turned sharp as she examined every inch of her face and setting her purse in the sink and opened it to begin business. She used a Q tip and makeup remover to fix any make up errors. Even the slightest uneven line in her eyeliner was swept away. If her eye shadow even slightly moved past the crease of her eye, it was fixed. Bridget paid perfect attention to detail and every bit of make up removed that didn’t need to be removed was carefully reapplied by her steady hand. The tardy bell rang, but Bridget didn’t move and stood correcting her appearance. She had gym this hour, anyway, and the coach knew full well she wouldn’t participate for any reason at all. Coach Crew had since given up trying to make Bridget Evans do anything.
After her make up, Bridget moved onto her hair, pulling a hair brush out of her large purse and combed it through her soft blond hair. Every stray strand was combed through and pressed down by her hand until it laid flat. Once those details were done, she couldn’t help but feel her hair wasn’t quite blond enough for her liking, and focused her attention on her hair until it was the proper shade she liked for the day. She leaned in towards the mirror, using her gifts to get rid of any evidence of zits or freckles and fixed the nostrils she felt were uneven. She worked for ten minutes straight on her appearance before sighing heavily, dejectedly as she fell back and frowned at her reflection. She was gorgeous, but she couldn’t help but noticing her ears were maybe too small or the tip of her nose was ever so slightly crooked. Bridget would wear herself out if she kept trying to fix all of those minute details, so she would pause for now. She never felt good enough, never perfect enough for her liking. She had spent ten minutes working on details no one else would even notice…No one but Bridget Evans. And even now, those changes she had made only made her feel slightly better, slightly prettier.
And never good enough.
this is for TAGGED! it came out to be a lovely WORDCOUNT words long, and my character is wearing something like OUTFIT. Its YOUR NOTES. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.
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Post by bells on Feb 27, 2011 8:47:00 GMT -5
  Rushing out of the classroom without any sort of notice seemed to be a daily occurrence for Bella Rose. Not even two months in to her pregnancy and everyone she was sure knew about it. All thanks to the stupid Valentine's day ball and after party and Todd's house. she could blame as many people as she wanted for what had taken place on that night, but in reality she was really the only person to blame. She and Zach could have figured everything out with the baby...they would have been okay if only she hadn't kissed Nate... She pulled her hair back just in time for what she had eaten this morning to come back up. Gagging once it was over only a few moments later. Taking in slow and deep breaths, trying to settle her stomach but nothing she did ever seemed to help. Being pregnant was the most unbearable thing in the entire world..she had known it wouldn't be easy, but really...this hard? There was doubts in her mind if she was even capable of doing this...could she or her body really handle nine months of this. Obviously all that was going on in her life...that and the stress wasn't making things any easier on her. She closed her eyes, leaning back a bit so that her face was no longer hovering over the toilet while she reached up to flush what was in it. Never again would she eat blueberry pancakes. It was a bit depressing considering that was her all time favorite breakfast but at the moment she was honestly far too sick to care about that. The tardy bell rang, informing her that not only had the previous class had ended but she was now late for the next one. "Great." She muttered under her breath, her eyes opening while she forced herself to stand. Her teachers were being a bit more easy with her...and she hated it. People feeling sorry for her and treating her like some charity case, it was starting to get on her nerves. Yes everyone feel sorry for the poor pregnant girl.... The baby sucked but there was still time to do about it. The fact that she was alone was what scared the hell out of her.. The doctors visits...the classes, while mist Mothers had the person the loved...the father of the baby with them. He wouldn't be there, he wanted nothing to with the baby and even less with her. Smoothing out her skirt, it was amazing that it was still as clean as it was considering all that she had just put it through. She pursed her lips, knowing that she couldn't stay in here forever and the longer she was gone...the later she finally arrived at class, the more people would talk. Sighing under her breath once more she turned and opened the bathroom stall, surprised to see that she was no longer alone. "You're..Gabe's cousin, right?." She has never directly spoken to the girl simply because of who she was related to but right she didn't have much room to be a bitch. "this is someone else talking" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for namehere with wordcounthere words. i am wearing this and listening to hookmeup-theveronicas
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Post by BRIDGET CARSON on Feb 27, 2011 10:26:56 GMT -5
The sons and daughters of Aphrodite were all very blessed with the gift of great beauty…And even without that, they possessed the ability to change their physical appearance, and could very easily force themselves to appear as gorgeous as they pleased. Her whole life, everyone told her how beautiful she was. As a baby, her parents told her, people had always commented on how they had never seen a more precious baby in their life. As a toddler and a child people would fawn over her, to her pleasure, over how downright adorable and lovely she was. Even now, going through puberty had been nothing for Bridget, who remained as lovely as ever. Constantly her parents or friends or strangers alike commented on her looks in a positive manner, but she still couldn’t bring herself to believe it. Sixteen years of hearing how beautiful she was had done nothing to ease her own over critical opinion. It was easy to act confident, but actually being that way was no easy feat.
No one was perfect. That was another rule to live by, to know, but it wasn’t good enough for Bridget. She didn’t believe in that, either. Bridget Caitlyn Evans wanted to be perfect. She wanted it more than anything. Perfection of the mind or the soul or the heart didn’t matter much, it was her physical perfection at question. Sighing heavily, Bridget reached up to grab her boobs, focusing a bit until they were slightly bigger. Still not big enough for her liking…She wasn’t exactly flat chested, but she wasn’t as endowed as she wanted to be. Her parents had talked her out of getting too big, and if she did it all in one go everyone would think she had plastic surgery. She’d have to do it little by little, she supposed, though she didn’t see much of a difference. Frowning, she turned to her side and strained to press up on her toes enough to see her ass in the mirror. Girls restrooms at Xavier really needed to invest in full length mirrors.
Hearing a stall open, Bridget blushed and immediately fell back onto her heels and cleared her throat, turning back to busy herself with teasing her hair. She was hoping the girl would quickly wash her hands and then leave, and didn’t bother glancing at whoever it was until they spoke to her. Bridget glanced at the girl in surprise with a deep frown. She had to remember that this wasn’t her old school. She had just started a couple of months ago at the beginning of the second semester of school. No one would really know her here. Still, the fact that her little cousin Gabe was more well known than she was was a bit unsettling and she glanced at the mirror momentarily again. “Ummm…Yeah. I am,” she finally said with a laugh, turning back to her and smiling. “I’m Bridget Evans,” she said, taking the time to glance the girl over. She was really pretty, but also very familiar. “Hey, you go to camp, right?” Bridget asked, though it was hard to remember half of the people at camp, even her own cabin mates. She spent most of her time making out with different boys and getting out of as many activities as possible.
this is for TAGGED! it came out to be a lovely WORDCOUNT words long, and my character is wearing something like OUTFIT. Its YOUR NOTES. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.
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Post by bells on Mar 1, 2011 16:11:26 GMT -5
They say being a teenager was all about going through change, but honestly she didn't want that... She didn't want any of this. Her life up until Valentine's day in her mind had been beyond perfect. What goes up must come down, not that she ever expected for her entire life to fall apart around her so easily. All just because of one simple kiss...well seven minutes worth of kissing, but it had all been for a game. A game that had ruined her life, there was nothing that she could do about it. Honestly she could see why Zach was hurt, and why he was mad. She wouldn't have broken up with him if the roles had been reversed. Yes she would have been mad, but she would have forgiven him. Though there was nothing to be done...he hated her and chances of him ever wanting to do with her, well he probably never would. That hurt, just thinking about all that she had done...it hurt because she hurt him and because she had lost him. Zach was the type of guy that any girl would be lucky to have and she was now realizing just how lucky she had been...once he was already gone... Stepping out of the stall she had been in for at least twenty minutes, part of her considered just washing her hands and leaving. As much as she didn't want to she did have to go to class. The longer she took, the more people would be talking when she finally did go back. It was strange...she had been going to the school most of her life, she was a cheerleader...one of the most beautiful and popular, yet she had never felt so much like an outsider in all of her life. Since the moment she had practically hit puberty she hadn't been single. Easily moving from one boyfriend to the next. The more popular they were, the better it made her look. Though she never let herself get too attached, not until Zach...because he had seen something more than than in her. She was more than just another piece of ass, maybe they had their differences but they had gone together so perfect. They had been that couple, the one that people would always envy...and gush about how amazing they were together. She was used to being the envy of others, but things weren't quite the same as they had once been. The only other girl in the bathroom, Bella hadn't personally ever spoken to her. But she knew of just about everyone, her included of course. Though to not seem weird, she asked the girl like she wasn't entirely sure. Bella nodded for a moment, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "That's what I though..." She said her name, again proving Bella right...though it was hard to believe she and Gabe were related at all. The two of them didn't look alike at all...if anything Bridget resembled Bella more. "I'm Isabella Rose...and yeah I went to camp.. Aphrodite's cabin, you?" Which of course meant she was Aphrodite's daughter, so just who did Bridget belong to. "this is someone else talking" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for namehere with wordcounthere words. i am wearing this and listening to hookmeup-theveronicas
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