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Post by Seven (No. 7) on Feb 16, 2012 15:51:42 GMT -5
The dance was tomorrow.
Was she dreading it or looking forward to it? She wasn’t really sure. Perhaps a little of both was what she was feeling. Lying on her bed, Seven flipped another page in her textbook and thought about it some more. So…she needed to buy something still. Hadn’t gotten a thing. When she’d first heard about it, Seven wasn’t sure she wanted to go, but so many people had begged her to come, that she had given in. After that whole body swapping incident, Seven might have a hard time looking at King without laughing, or…well hopefully it was alright. She was sure a lot of people were feeling slightly awkward after that. After all, she had never wanted to-..yeah, she didn’t even want to mentally go there.
She knew for a fact that while most of the girls had probably bought their dresses, Sice had not. Seven would have seen it if she had gotten one. That meant, she could drag along her best friend to the stores. At least there was someone, besides, she liked being with Sice for fun, even if normally she had to force the younger girl to have a good time. This would be no different, and if anything, worse. Still…they did need dresses. What else would they wear? If Sice thought she could cop out of going, then she was sorely mistaken. Seven knew her room mate to well to think that she would go to a dance party without a fuss. And while Seven did have some excitement, she would guarantee that Sice had no such excitement. Still, they would go, and look damn good in whatever they were wearing.
Rolling off her bed, Seven noticed the time, early, but not too early. They could hit the shops, in fact, most of them might not even be open yet. But by the time she convinced Sice to go, and actually got there, they’d probably be open.
Perfect!
Standing, Seven tucked some hair behind her ear and strode out of her room. Sice might be studying, hopefully she was awake. Knocking on her door, Seven twisted the door handle and opened it a bit, peeking inside. “Sice?” Opening it wider, Seven took another step into the room, leaning against the doorway and smiling at her friend, who like her, was lying on her bed, studying for the exams they were going to be having soon. “Hey Sice.” Yawning and running a hand through her hair, she finally looked back, her face set. “So the dance is tomorrow, and neither one of us have dresses. What do you say we go pick some up today?” She said it slowly, reading to see if Sice would react well or badly. “No arguments Sice, I told you, you’re going.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 623 Muse:; Good! \o/ Location:; Dorm room Outfit:; Click!Tagged:; Sice! Notes:; ^__^ Listening to:;[/b] Feeling way too Damn good - nickelback
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Post by Sice (No.6) on Feb 16, 2012 19:04:39 GMT -5
Sice sat on her bed, a textbook in front of her, and her eyes looking down on the pages. They moved from left to right, taking in the words as best as her cramped mind could take it, and moved on. Studying. Etro, she hated studying. She would much rather train for physical exams, then have to take actual exams that made her have to memorize copious amounts of notes and other such things. But, she did what she had to do. She may have hated the idea of studying, but if she was gonna pass Kurasame's stupid class, then reading a textbook it was. But, try as she might, her mind wandered. And to a subject she didn't practically like. No, not her small crush on Kurasame. The dance that was coming up soon. Something she hated more than studying. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she wondered how anyone could like something so stupid. All people did was dress up and hang out. People could do that in casual clothes and not worry about tripping and breaking their necks in those Amazon heels some girls wore. But, not her. No, she was gonna go to the training room that night and enjoy the silence that would accompany it for sure. And just that thought, brought a small smirk to her lips as she tried to concentrate on her book.
And then Seven came along.
Sice heard a knock and then the usual creak of her door as it was opened, and Seven strode in. Raising her head, she looked at her roommate with her usual bored expression. ”Hey, Seven. What's up?” she asked, nonchalantly. She shouldn't have asked.
“So the dance is tomorrow, and neither one of us have dresses. What do you say we go pick some up today?”
Sice gaped at her, her mouth slightly open. She had to be kidding...right? This was Seven, one of the only people who could truly tolerate Sice. She knew her inside and out. Surely, she knew that Sice hated any dances with a passion. Right? Well, apparently not. Seven looked quite serious in what she had just said. Sice was still trying to wrap her brain around that one. Her and dance did not belong in the same sentence, nor did it compute. She didn’t go to dances. She didn't think about going to dances. She didn't dance. Period! So, what in Seven's right mind make her think she was going to start now? Well, Sice sure as hell didn't know.
”You're joking, right? You know as well as I do that I don't like dances. So, that doesn't mean I'm gonna start now.”
“No arguments Sice, I told you, you’re going.”
Sice turned towards Seven fully, and crossed her arms, a scowl on her face. ”The only way I am going to that dance, or even dress shopping, is if I'm dragged there.” What the wrong thing to say.
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Words: 545 Muse: Great Wearing: Le Click! Notes: >3
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Post by Seven (No. 7) on Feb 25, 2012 8:19:53 GMT -5
”Hey, Seven. What's up?” Explaining to her room mate, Seven crossed her arms and stood there, watching her, completely cold featured. She wasn’t kidding. No matter how much Sice thought that she might be, she wasn’t. They were both not only going to the dance, but they were looking as good as they possibly could. If she had to drag her there or blackmail her into going, then she would. Seven didn’t really care if Sice didn’t want to go, she was going. Seven wasn’t about to show up without her room mate. So there they were. Watching her with serious violet eyes, she stood her ground as she told Sice what was up. In fact, she was waiting for the ball to drop and Sice to go off the deep end.
”You're joking, right? You know as well as I do that I don't like dances. So, that doesn't mean I'm gonna start now.”
Seven shrugged. “I never said you had to like dancing to go. I said you were going, and you’re going to look good. We both are. No arguments.” Seven’s face held no room for argument. If she had to drag her friend there, force her into clothes, buy them for her, and then force her into them again for the dance, then she would do so. But either way, Sice was not only going, but she was looking extremely good while she was there. After that drunk night, Seven had suspected a few things. Of course, nothing she would gossip about or prod Sice to tell her, but in her own mind she had an idea of what might be going on. But like always, Seven respected Sice and wouldn’t force her into telling her about what was going on between her and the blond archer of the class. Seven had never been one to pry, not ever growing up.
”The only way I am going to that dance, or even dress shopping, is if I'm dragged there.”
Wrong thing to say. Seven looked at Sice, lying there on the bed with her textbooks around her. With a little shrug, she uncrossed her arms and walked toward the bed. “Okay.” Grabbing her arm, Seven tugged Sice off the bed. Sice was barely any shorter then her, but Seven was determined that Sice would not only go with her, but she was going to find a dress, buy one, go to that dance, and impress everyone. They were both going to do that. Looking damn good! “You shouldn’t have said it like that Sice.” Seven was a stubborn woman. Beneath that calm exterior, cold glares and collected personality, she had a determination, a drive, that made it so she wouldn’t back down.
Sice shouldn’t have said it quite like that, because Seven was now literally going to drag her along. Letting her get her balance for a split second, Seven started dragging her out the doors, a firm grip on her arm. She had to keep moving so Sice didn’t get a chance to get steady on her feet. If she did get completely steady and balanced, Seven had no doubt that she would fight her tooth and nail. As she really didn’t want to do that, she kept moving at a fast clip. Making her way out the door, Seven let the door slam shut behind them, digging her feet in and tugging. It was a long ways to the dress shop… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 746 Muse:; Good! Location:; Dorm room Outfit:; Click!Tagged:; Sice! Notes:; Listening to:;[/b] Redlight Kings
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Post by Sice (No.6) on Feb 26, 2012 1:35:47 GMT -5
Sice did not want to go that dance. When it was first announced, she had been sure to tell Seven and anyone else who cared how much she thought it was stupid and how she was not going to attend. And she was going to stick to her word. She just simply didn't like dances. And she never did. It was just one of those things that she hated with a passion. So, she had no idea how Seven expected her to go. The girl was hanging around Nine too much, apparently. If her roommate was right in the head, then maybe she wouldn't be trying to drag her off to some damn dance. But, with the way Seven was acting, she was obviously not right in the head, and that worried Sice. That meant that she was going to go all out. And Sice knew how stubborn Seven could be. Especially when she wanted something done.
And then her roommate rebuttaled her statement. So, Seven was going to make her go whether she wanted to her or not. She wondered how that was going to go. After all, if Seven was going to make her go, then she was going to fight back with all the strength she had, scythe or no scythe. Glaring at the whip-wielder, she saw determination in her eyes, and she scowled. Determination wasn't good. It was a bad sign. A very bad sign. That meant that Seven was going to do this. And to her last breath if she had to. Shit. This wasn't going to end well at all. Sice was very sure about that.
And then she had to open her big mouth. She knew she was going to regret what she had just stated, saying that Seven was going to have to drag her. She knew that Seven would do it, drag her to dress shopping and to the dance if she had to. By Etro, she would. She was caught off guard by her arm being grabbed and being pulled off of her bed. Stumbling down, she almost fell down to her knees, but was able to catch herself. Standing up, she noticed that Seven hadn't let go of her arm yet.
”Seven, let go-”
Her statement was cut short by Seven pulling her out of her room. She wasn't going to catch a break was she? Every time she tried to center herself and gain her balance back, Seven would just keep on walking and she would have to stumble to try and get her balance back. If Seven was going to do this until they got to the first shop, then she was screwed for sure. Frowning, she tried to focus on her legs and the direction that they should be going so that she could dig her heels down into the floor and resist as much as she could. But, it was no use. No matter how much she tried, Seven just kept walking, and she just kept stumbling.
”Dammit! Seven!”
Yup. She was screwed.
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Words: 547 Muse: Good Wearing: Le Click! Notes: Poor Sice. XD And if you want to do a time-skip, then go ahead. ^^
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Post by Seven (No. 7) on Mar 5, 2012 12:36:38 GMT -5
”Seven, let go-”
Shaking her head, Seven continued dragging her friend through the hallways. The younger students, who knew them both, but were drawn to Seven, simply stared as the quiet, respectful young woman they looked up too dragged her room mate through the hall. Never would anyone expect this from Seven of all people. “Nope. You’re coming, end of story.” How she said it was in a cheerful voice too. Seven didn’t really care if Sice didn’t want to go. She was going. Her face now held a smile on it, her lips upturned. Going past a hoard of kids, Seven cheerfully smiled at them. “Hello Tom. Suzie. How did your test go the other day?” Honestly she didn’t expect any answers, because they were all staring at the scene as she walked by dragging her fellow Class Zero classmate.
Finally they found their voices though. “Good Seven!” “It went well!” Nodding, Seven walked past them, dragging along the kicking and struggling Sice. To keep her off balance, Seven never slowed down. Instead she sped up her walk, pulling her along happily. If one couldn’t find a partner to shop with, then one obviously had to drag her along. Well, she was alright with that. Seven could do that, no problem. Unfortunately for Sice, since she was just as determined to drag Sice as she was to stay behind. She wasn’t going alone, and so here they were. Luckily for her, she was strong enough to keep her off balance. They were two girls that, if in a fight, would probably get hurt a lot easier then they would win.
”Dammit! Seven!”
A small smile lifted on cherry lips, before the violet eyes turned back to look at the silver haired girl being dragged behind. “Stop swearing about it, you’ll thank me later, trust me.” Smirking, Seven concentrated on dragging her through the entire school. Teachers and Students kept giving them funny looks. Sice had asked for this when she had denied going with her so venomously. Tough luck now. Walking out the entrance, Seven continued on, the sun hitting her directly in the face. Was it that late? Well then…luckily the shops weren’t too far away. Picking up her pace slightly, Seven glanced back at her friend every once in awhile.
Well...perhaps Sice wasn’t her friend anymore. That was highly likely, with the way Sice kept swearing and going on, struggling against her hold. Well, at least Sice would look damn good along with her at the dance. That was the point. Neither one of them were going to be outclassed by no Emin-…okay, Seven really needed to get over that. Honestly, she had nothing against the older woman, except that-…she probably shouldn’t go there, even in her mind. “Besides, we’re the badass ones of the group, you don’t wanna get outshone do you?”
Finally making it to the shops, Seven hesitated and then glanced at one in particular. It looked like it had a lot of dresses in the window. Nodding, she walked toward it, opening the door and dragging her friend inside. What greeted her were dresses upon dresses hanging up, with heels and accessories hanging up all over. Seven didn’t often wear dresses or heels, but by looking at them, she could already distinguish which ones she would like better then others. Now…to try them on. “Look! We’ll be here as long as needed to get us some.” Turning her gaze toward her friend, Seven felt a smirk raise on her lips. “Aren’t you sooo glad?”
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Post by Sice (No.6) on Mar 17, 2012 21:07:17 GMT -5
Seven must have really meant what she said when she told Sice she was going to go, whether she liked it or not. After all, Sice was being dragged down the hallway in broad daylight. Students were stopping and gazing at the scene, practically dumbfounded at what was going on. And Seven just kept walking, talking and greeting other students as if this was perfectly normal. Sice continued to stumble every now and again, but for the most part she was walking. Unfortunately, she had to focus on that walking so that she didn't continue to trip over her feet every second. Which meant that she couldn't struggle against Seven's grip. With each passing step, she knew they were getting closer and closer to the hell known as the shopping district. The horrors that would occur if she was taken there. Sice didn't even want to think about it.
She glared at Seven as she turned around to look at her, exclaiming that she would thank her for this. "Yes, thankful for being dragged against my will!" she grumbled back trying to struggle and focus at the same time. It was harder than she thought, and Seven had a damn good grip that was starting to infuriate her more and more as time went on. But, then Sice just stared and allowed herself to be dragged for a second when Seven continued to speak.
"Because we are the badasses? What the hell kind of logic is that!? That should be enough for me to stay back in the dorm!"
Sice didn't even worry about stumbling now. She started to struggle. Hard. Clawing at Seven's hand she did her best to try and get away from her roommate. Her logic was messed up. She was messed up. She just wanted someone to go with her. Then why couldn't she just ask Nine? Sice had seen those two together too much lately. Sure, they yelled and argued a lot but then that would allow Sice to just stay in her room for the rest of the week. But, it was too late for that as Sice looked up from what she was doing and saw hell incarnate. Shops. All lined up. Down the street. Horror. Sice was in too much shock to notice she was being dragged to a specific one until she heard the bell as Seven opened the door. Her head whipped around all she could see was dresses. Oh Etro. This was hell. And she was in the midst of it. She turned her head in every direction and all she could see was frilly fabric and lace. She stared at Seven as she turned around to look at her again.
"I'm going to kill you when this is all over." Because there was no escape now. Sice was sure of that by the looks of it. Oh Etro, save her.
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Words: 525 Muse: Good Notes: She is blowing this way out of proportion XD
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Post by Seven (No. 7) on Mar 29, 2012 14:16:49 GMT -5
"Because we are the badasses? What the hell kind of logic is that!? That should be enough for me to stay back in the dorm!" With a smirk, Seven trudged on, ignoring the struggling that her friend was giving. Hell, Seven didn’t really care that Sice wasn’t wanting to go. She would go and she would find a dress, and she would buy that dress, and she would wear the dress, and she would go to the dance. That was that. Seven had expected struggle and arguments, so it didn’t really come as a surprise to her that she was indeed doing just that. Expected it, and was prepared for it. Hell, Seven was the oldest member of class Zero, she knew how to handle them, all of them. Knew them like the back of her hand…most of the time. Dragging her down the shops in front of a lot of people, Seven tipped her lips up into a smile and nodded at the people staring at the scene. Everyone knew Rubrum and the students, seeing one dragging another was a sight to behold. Oh yes, they’d be talking about this for a long time.
But Sice had asked her a question. “This is the best form of logic out there. Stop complaining already Sice.” Smiling at another person, she glanced back at her friend. Normally cold eyes were now warm with humor. “Now smile and stop making people think I’m killing you, or else we’ll get a bad name.” That would probably just send her over the edge, but Seven was almost waiting for it. Sice was always fun to squabble with. More so because they were both so stubborn and hard headed then anything. Of course, Sice was more so, at least in her mind. Even if it wasn’t true, Seven would tell her that. Finally picking out a store that looked likely, Seven forced her inside and closed the door behind them.
"I'm going to kill you when this is all over." Finally releasing her after they got into the store, Seven turned her eyes back from looking at the dresses hanging up in every corner back to Sice. Cheerily, she smiled wide enough for straight white teeth to show. “I know,” walking toward the rack, Seven pulled out a few dresses, turning around and showing them off. “But first, try these on.” With a wicked look on her face, Seven put out her arms, which had the dresses hanging there. If Sice tried to escape, Seven was just going to chase her down and drag her back. Like it or not, Sice was in her own personal hell until they found dresses. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 598 Muse:; Good! Location:; Dress Shops Outfit:; That one! Tagged:; Sice Notes:; x) Listening to:;[/b] three years hollow - Chemical Ride
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Post by Sice (No.6) on Apr 19, 2012 10:57:47 GMT -5
She couldn't believe this was happening. Ever since that stupid dance had been announced, Sice had hoped that she could just forget about it and let it all breeze by. But, no. Her dreams couldn't be fulfilled. Because her damn roommate insisted on all of this, even though she knew that Sice completely and utterly loathed dances. Sure, she loved Seven to death, like a sister, but by the Goddess if this all ended in complete humiliation, the whip user would be no more. Until then, Sice would just have to try and regain her footing until they got to their first hellish location because she certainly hadn't regained her balance at any point during all of this dragging.
Sice glared at Seven as she spoke, her grip on Sice's arm still going strong. She did her best to keep quiet, but she didn't smile. She just continued to glower and glare as they started to walk into town, the streets crowded with people. And this meant they were almost there. She didn't know she was going to deal with this. Wearing s uniform that had a skirt was one thing, but a dress was a completely different matter. She had seen some of those designs in the windows from other times that she and Seven had gone shopping. The thoughts still made her blanch and she prayed to Etro that she didn't have to wear one of those horrible pieces of fabric that they called clothing.
They entered the store and Sice could only stare at the multitude of horror that was going to be set upon her. She was able to let out one last threat at her roommate before dresses were shoved in her face and se was pushed into a dressing room. Gritting her teeth, she exhaled loudly and started to get undressed. She could already tell that this was going to be an absolutely horrible experience by the first experiments that had been chosen. The first one that she had to, mind you, force herself into was a mermaid cut that fanned out mid-leg, making herself feel trapped and practically unable to walk in. It was also a horrible, retching pink color with sprinkles and a too-low sleeveless cut that made it feel like her chest was going to pop out at any second. The only thing she was able to move was her arms and even then she was cautious as she pulled back the curtain quickly to glare at whoever was in her line of vision, wobbling out of the changing room slightly. She couldn't deal with this sense of immobility and insecurity.
"No."
Goddess, and this only the damn beginning.
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Words: 486 Muse: Good Notes: Hope it is alright. ^^
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Post by Seven (No. 7) on Apr 20, 2012 22:44:19 GMT -5
For a moment Seven thought that Sice was going to throw a fit right then and there, shove the dresses away, scythe her and flee for her life. She was even prepared to grab her as she went by or avoid a weapon that would spill her guts. Perhaps this hadn’t been the smartest idea she’d ever had, this whole…force Sice into doing something she really didn’t’ want to do. The young silver haired woman really was looking out for her friend, but she doubted she would recognize that until years down the road, if then. Well, she would get a thanks one day, so she shouldn’t really worry about it too much. Besides that, they both had to look good. They had to look good. As the two silver haired girls, and room mates, they would go to the dance and blow everyone away. Sice probably more so then her – at least because people wouldn’t expect to see her actually dressed up in something fancy-. As long as they rivaled some others that would be there, then Seven would be alright. Why yes, she was dragging Sice into this, whether she liked it or not.
In a moment of surprise, Sice actually took the dresses and walked to the dressing room. Seven really had just grabbed random dresses in Sice’s size off the rack and shoved them at her. Now, given a bit more time, she went over the dresses still on the rack with more of an observing eye. Ones that Sice might like more, and that weren’t quite so…frilly as the one she had first given her. She still thought, however, that Sice was going to flee. Even now she could be yards from here, booking it back to the school to hide from her. And for that very reason she kept an eye on the dressing room to assure that she didn’t flee for her life. Scanning for both herself and Sice, Seven piled the dresses she thought Sice might like on one arm, and the dresses she wanted to try on draped on the other arm.
Turning around, she put the dresses she wanted to try on the extra hook and stepped back. “Show me alright? Instead of just saying it looks awful.” Waiting for only a few more moments, Seven raised her eyebrow as Sice finally walked out. It was all she could do to contain her laugh at the sight. Contain she did though, since she got this feeing that Sice would run if she said something negative. “Well you look…pink.” The immediate ‘no’ was something she had expected. Smiling a bit, she nodded in agreement. “I agree. How about these?” Walking closer, Seven held up a few more dresses in her hands. These were less ridiculous then the first one had been. More Sice and less Cinque. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 618 Muse:; Good! Location:; Shops Outfit:; That one! Tagged:; Sice ^_^ Notes:; :3 Listening to:;[/b] Following Rita - Train
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Post by Sice (No.6) on May 13, 2012 10:27:47 GMT -5
She didn't know how she was going to survive this. Looking at the dresses that Seven had basically pushed into her arms, all she could see was horror, pink, more horror, and a while bunch of other damn colors that were either too bright or just looked hideous together. She seriously sometimes wondered what those fashion designers were thinking by look of some of those gowns. It was either small pieces of fabric sewn together to look like a dress, or so long and extravagant that she wondered who would even wear it. Actually she didn't even want to know who. Focusing on her mind back on the horrible, horrible task at hand, she glared at Seven as she saw the whip-user contain her laughter. Good, because if she did laugh, her head would probably be rolling on the ground by now. More dresses were put in her arms and she sighed largely before she turned around and wobbled back into the dressing room which was getting more and more crowded thanks to the multitude of dresses.
After pushing herself out of the Pink Dress of Horrors, and taking in a few gulps of oh so wonderful air that had been a but hard to get earlier, she set her eyes on the first stack of dresses Seven had given to her. She looked at each one for a second before narrowing her eyes greatly and then throwing them out of the dressing room without even a second thought. She then moved into the second stack and after looking at a few of the dressed she actually raised an eyebrow. She...liked some of these. Huh. Who would have thought? She chose a shorter one than last one, and unlike the horrid pink, it was a nice midnight black. It was a simple tube top with ripples. She shrugged her shoulders and slipped it on quickly. She happy to see that she could actually walk in it and made a mental note to get a shorter one. If she was going to do this, then she was going to make sure she could at least walk.
She pulled back the curtain again, gentler than last time, and walked out, cocking a hip and crossing her arms. "...what do ya think?"
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Words: 413 Muse: Good Notes: Sorry for the shortness. ^^;
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Post by Seven (No. 7) on May 27, 2012 23:06:23 GMT -5
Pressing fingers to her lips, Seven held back her laughter at seeing Sice, for the first time in her life, and probably the last, all dressed up in sparkly, frilly pink. Something told her if she actually laughed she was going to have a very angry, and not cooperative in the slightest Sice on her hands. Because, what Sice had been up to now could completely be classified as a cooperative person. The thought left her with a slight smile still on her face, but then she just shielded it all by forcing an indifferent look, more natural for her, back on her face and nodded when Sice said no, and that it wasn’t going to work. Giving her some more dresses to try, Seven wished she had a camera to capture the moment of Sice in something that actually looked feminine. She would hang it up in their dorm so that everyone could see. The little chuckle that came from her lips was held back until Sice was back in the dressing room and safely out of reach. That way, if she decided to try and take Seven’s head off, the whip wielder would at least have a bit of warning before her room mate and friend tried to kill her.
Turning into the second changing room with the dresses she had put on, Seven pulled up a purple dress and a blue one. Glancing between the two dresses, she cocked her head to the side and pondered slightly. Which one? And why was a vision of what Emina might wear popping up into her head? Seven was determined to look the absolute best she could, if at all possible, better then the busty teacher. Chiding herself, she closed the door and pulled the slinky purple dress over her head and carefully zipped it up. Why was it that lately she wished she could be as pretty, or prettier then Emina? Seven had never been the jealous type, nor had she been the type to envy others their body or features. What she looked like was how it was, but then again, she’d never desired someone’s attention either. Thinking it was all much too complex, she simply adjusted the dress on her figure, looked at herself with approval, and walked out of the dressing rooms to wait until Sice came out, fidgeting with the dress she had put on.
The moment Sice walked out Seven felt a genuine smile tug on her lips. Hell, Sice looked damn pretty. If they could do something with her hair and get a nice pair of shoes on her, she would look stunning. “I like it! A lot. Shows off your figure really nice. Is…it a bit long though? Might be hard to dance in.” walking toward her, Seven crouched slightly, glancing at the train of the dress, estimating what exactly had to be done with it. “But more importantly, how do you like it? That is, after all, what we’re here for, to find a dress you like, not that I like.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 649 Muse:; Good! Location:; Shops Outfit:; Her dance dress right now ^_^ Tagged:; Sice Notes:; XD I love it Listening To:;[/b] Schizophrenic conversations
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Post by Sice (No.6) on Jun 19, 2012 21:05:55 GMT -5
Sice couldn't be more glad to get out of that pink dress from hell and into a more recognizable color that she was much more comfortable with. Black. Lovely, elegant, and deadly black. Now, seeing as how she was getting dragged to the dance, this would be a color that she would definitely allow herself to be seen in and not that hideous, sparkly pink. Along with that, this dress was for-fitting, but also comfortable, unlike the tight fitting monstrosity she had just wedged herself into for some strange reason. She could actually move too, and not wobble like some deformed penguin. Her legs actually moved apart. This was most certainly a major improvement and at least now she had an idea of what she was interested in.
She stepped out just as Seven did in her own purple dress, and she had to admit that it looked really good on her. Not only did it go with her roommate's silver hair but it also allowed her violet eyes to pop out. Not bad. Not bad. She allowed Seven a good enough look of how the simple black dress looked on her and listened to what the older girl had to say. Her brow furrowed slightly at the mention of dancing. "Who the hell said I was going to be dancing?" she commented before listening to the rest of the whip users words. The corners of her mouth lowered slightly in a thoughtful scowl as she looked down at the black material that was now encasing her body. It was comfortable, and easy to walk in. Was it too simple? Did she need something with a little more? Her eyebrows raised. What the hell was she thinking? She never worried about crap like this. Seven must have been affecting her, somehow.
She grunted and mumbled something as she turned on her heel and went back into her dressing room. However, before she could even unzip the dress, she poked her head out to look at Seven and Pointed at her dress. "By the way, that looks good on ya. Really." And then she treated back into the small room to try on another dress. She slipped easily out of the black one before grabbing another one from the stack. It was black, just like the last, and it was sleeveless. It had a tight sort of bodice, that greatly fanned out and dropped down to about her knees, maybe a bit above it. It ha a sort of torn, or rippled, effect at the bottom that she liked greatly. But, what was greatly different from the last black dress was that this one had a peacock feather-like design that ran from the left and over to the right and was from the top to about the middle of the dress. She cocked an eyebrow, obviously enthralled with it, and stepped out to show her roommate.
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Words: 522 Muse: Good Notes: Nothing
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Post by Seven (No. 7) on Jun 21, 2012 11:06:58 GMT -5
Standing and glancing at Sice in her dress, Seven felt some pride in just how pretty the other silver haired girl looked. Growing up in Class Zero, they had all been close, almost like brothers and sisters, and so it was like looking at her younger sister, going on her first dance date. Yes, Seven was proud. Proud that she had not only gotten the stubborn girl here, but that she had actually gotten her into a dress that she not only didn’t mind, but liked. That right there was the definition of success. Well…getting Sice to do anything that she didn’t want to do should be labeled as success. Continuing to watch her and look her over, Seven cocked her head, looking here, looking there. “Honestly Sice, that dress shows off your figure nicely, accentuating all the right places,” she teasingly added, giving her a wink along with it. Etro it felt good to do girl things with a girl and actually get to enjoy herself. There was so much fighting, so much training, they needed more time like this. More time to relax and less time to be worried about the future.
“Who the hell said you’d be dancing was me.”, she laughed out, amusement heavy on her features, a bit of a devilish glint in her eyes. “I’m just going out on a limb here, but don’t think I’m blind. The night of Trey’s birthday…” Spoken with a wink, Seven decided to be mean and tease her with the knowledge that she knew something was going on between the two of them. Of course, it was just a hunch, and she couldn’t really be sure, but she had to get it out and see what the younger girl’s expression was. “So are you going to the dance with him?” Seven couldn’t help a bit of a mischievous expression from popping up in her eyes. Not often did Seven pull this side of herself out, but right now she couldn’t help but tease Sice and see what information she could dig up. Every girl had to gossip sometimes.
When Sice mentioned that she looked good, Seven smiled at her. “Thanks, I like it too.” Going and getting out of the dress, she decided she would buy it and then went to look at some heels. Finally she was attracted to a silver pair. Peeling off her boots, she slipped her feet into the silver shoes and buckled them. Flexing her feet, she took a few steps and then headed back to the changing rooms when Sice walked out. Blinking, her eyes widened and she found herself nodding. “Yes.” Beaming at her, she put her hands on her hips. “I don’t care what you say, you’re getting that one.” It was sexy, but it was also completely Sice…everything about it breathed her fashion sense and personality. “The boys won’t be able to keep their eyes off you,” she added with a grin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 670 Muse:; Good! Location:; Shops Outfit:; That one I linked! Tagged:; Sice! Notes:; XD Listening To:;[/b] Faceless - Red (What Seven will probably be if she keeps teasing her ;D )
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Sice (No.6)
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
Silent Blade
Posts: 77
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Post by Sice (No.6) on Jul 4, 2012 12:31:45 GMT -5
Sice wondered how others of the female gender could see this as fun. Wiggling in and out of skin tight dresses, trying to see which one was best, or more flamboyant, or showed the most skin; she would much rather just be in a pair of sweatpants and a tank right now, training with her scythe. But, she wasn’t, was she? No, she was doing the exact same thing that made her wonder about the sanity of normal girls. She still wasn’t crazy about it, but Seven seemed to enjoy it, if only slightly. She seemed to be happy that she had been only to drag her along, but also seemed to be serious about finding a dress, and trying to look her best. Sice arched an eyebrow as she watched her roommate for a second, she thought for a second, but then shrugged and dismissed the random thoughts that were popping into her head.
She was about ready to duck back into her dressing room, making the comment about dancing, when Seven said something that made her stop in her tracks. She didn’t just...Sice ran over her words in her head. She did. Her head whipped around just enough to see the wink that seven directed in her direction and her eyes widened. Holy shit. Sice had thought...ah, who the hell was she kidding? This was Seven. She always seemed to have something up her sleeve. Sice took the steps necessary to stand in front of Seven and grabbed her upper arms, not strong enough to leave damage, but with her usual firm hold. “How much do you know? How much did you see?” she spluttered, and then realized what she was doing and barely caught on to what Seven asked her again. “I...you...ugh!” She twisted on her heel and pulled the curtain back hard before stepped into the dressing room, and pulled it forward once more, just as harshly. She poked her head out again, to give Seven the compliment, all the while holding back the blush that was just dying to rise up on her cheeks. She didn’t give it the chance however, as she ducked back in and started to sort through the pile of dresses once more, and found one that she really liked. And thus, put it on and stepped out to show Seven, pushing the previous...discussion out of her mind.
She had come out just as Seven was heading back, in what she noticed were silver heels, most likely to go along with her purple dress for the dance. She arched an eyebrow at them as she placed her hands on her hips and watched as Seven nodded her approval, and then immediately spoke it. So, she wanted her to buy this one. Well, if she was dragged here, then she was sure that Seven would make her buy this one no matter how many more dresses she tried on from this point. Not, that she wanted to. The quicker she could have this whole ordeal over with, the faster she would be back in her dorm and trying to completely forget about the dance that was tomorrow. At least for the time being. She rolled her eyes at Seven’s comment as she turned back around to change out of her dress and back into her nice, comfortable clothes. She grabbed the hanger that the peacock dress was on, and then grabbed the other ones to put on the return rack.
“Alright,” she said, as she turned back to her roommate, “what is the next piece of hell that I am going to be dragged to?”
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Words: 623 Muse: Good Notes: Na-da!
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Post by Seven (No. 7) on Jul 12, 2012 13:53:30 GMT -5
Okay so maybe she shouldn’t have teased Sice about Trey. After all, Seven didn’t really have any information to really say for sure. But then again, she’d heard a few things, and of course, Seven could read her room mate. Sice was a passionate woman after all. About most things anyway. Be it swearing or fighting or…well anything she supposed. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. But she was also sure that most wouldn’t suspect anything. Could she even rightly say that she suspected anything. Honestly, she had just teased her about Trey because-…well, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps because Seven knew that Trey’s rants could get on Sice’s nerves. Could really get on her nerves. Then again, Trey’s rants could get on anyones nerves. It wasn’t just Sice. Seven herself tried to be nice, and usually could always hear him out and enjoy their conversation. But sometimes she just couldn’t take it. Of course, it was the same way with almost anyone. Small doses were good, any more just had you reeling.
Her reaction however, caused Seven to think there might be something there. Blinking, she glanced down at the hand on her arm and couldn’t stop the sight smile that once more shone up on her lips. “How much do I know hm? About what Sice? Is there something you haven’t been telling me?” The small smile turned into a full blown grin, showing off all her white teeth in the process. Well her teasing had uncovered a few more things. Then again, Seven had been woken up herself by Sice moving around that night. And then of course, she had left in quite the rush. So it wasn’t hard to put two and two together, once again. Then again, Sice hadn’t really said much about her encounter with Nine either. And THAT had been embarrassing. Actually, she felt red creeping up her neck thinking about it. Well, that night had been full of a lot of interesting times for just about everyone, or so it seemed. Queen had told her that Machina had been wearing a boa when he went to see Rem. Or so King had told her. She was thankful that Nine hadn’t been wearing a boa. Then again, she’d just been walking around in shorts and a bra too. How had she supposed to know that it would be Nine on the other side of that door, and not Sice? “Well I was just speculating, but do tell Sice. It seems like there’s something more to it then just me speculating.”, she continued to tease, getting her mind off her own awkward night.
But then it turned to the dresses again. Changing into her own clothes, Seven raised her shoulders in a shrug. “We need to pick out some heels for you. But I don’t think we need to go anywhere for that. There’s plenty right here,” she mentioned, pointing over toward where she had picked out her own silver heels. This shouldn’t be too much of a hassle. After all, Sice did have heeled boots while the rest of them didn’t really have heels on. So she could probably handle that better then a super pretty dress. “And after that, I say we hit up someplace to eat. I would like to hear more about what it is that I might have been able to hear or see,” she mentioned a little devilishly.
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