A Dangerous Beauty (Open)
Aug 9, 2009 14:45:11 GMT -5
Post by Nicola on Aug 9, 2009 14:45:11 GMT -5
Ana Faye
As Ana gazed deeply into the tall mirror in front of her, she wasn't surprised at the beauty that looked back. Ana had always been beautiful, always catching people's attention, always making them sigh with jealousy. Of course she had, with her being so different. When she had been younger Ana had revelled in all the attention, feeling special and wanted, but now after years of being in the spotlight, Ana had grown tired of it. So much so that she had been contemplating recently if she should just give it up altogether and hide away from the rest of the Capitol. Ana saw a ghost of a smile touch her lips in the reflective glass. It wasn't a happy smile, more of a sardonic one. Her parents would never allow her to give up modelling, even if she tried. So thinking of quitting was pretty useless.
The smile disappeared from her painted lips as her hair stylist tugged her red locks unintentionally too rough. It was completely pointless, what he was doing. The hair was going to stay the same length, Ana had made sure of it, and she was certain that he was finished trimming away the split ends. He's only still touching my hair because he wants to brag about it, she thought with her usual bitterness. Imagining the scene in her head, her expression turned sour. Ooh, look at me, I touched Ana Faye's hair! Aren't I special! It made her sick how people idolized her.
Noticing her expression the man got rid of his happy grin and stopped rubbing her hair. "All done!", he exclaimed, sounding almost disappointed. He stood back to let her rise from the chair. Ana almost expected him to ask for an autograph, but the look that was still on her face must have discouraged him. She reached for her designer purse when he gestured her to stop. "It's on the house," he explained, a new smile pictured on his face. She looked at him for amoment before returning the smile. She didn't mean it though. She deserved to get things for free. She walked quickly through the fair-sized salon, not wanting anyone to start talking to her. She really had nothing to do for the rest of the day; her next schedule was for tommorrow. Going back to her apartment meant being alone, as she usually was in her lonely life.
Putting her hood up to cover her face, she decided to strol for a bit. It had been a long time since she was able to walk around the Capitol without being bombarded by people wanting autographs and photos. Hopefully she wouldn't get noticed, but in these designer clothes, and bits of her newly trimmed trademark red hair refusing to hide under her hood, she doubted she would.
As Ana gazed deeply into the tall mirror in front of her, she wasn't surprised at the beauty that looked back. Ana had always been beautiful, always catching people's attention, always making them sigh with jealousy. Of course she had, with her being so different. When she had been younger Ana had revelled in all the attention, feeling special and wanted, but now after years of being in the spotlight, Ana had grown tired of it. So much so that she had been contemplating recently if she should just give it up altogether and hide away from the rest of the Capitol. Ana saw a ghost of a smile touch her lips in the reflective glass. It wasn't a happy smile, more of a sardonic one. Her parents would never allow her to give up modelling, even if she tried. So thinking of quitting was pretty useless.
The smile disappeared from her painted lips as her hair stylist tugged her red locks unintentionally too rough. It was completely pointless, what he was doing. The hair was going to stay the same length, Ana had made sure of it, and she was certain that he was finished trimming away the split ends. He's only still touching my hair because he wants to brag about it, she thought with her usual bitterness. Imagining the scene in her head, her expression turned sour. Ooh, look at me, I touched Ana Faye's hair! Aren't I special! It made her sick how people idolized her.
Noticing her expression the man got rid of his happy grin and stopped rubbing her hair. "All done!", he exclaimed, sounding almost disappointed. He stood back to let her rise from the chair. Ana almost expected him to ask for an autograph, but the look that was still on her face must have discouraged him. She reached for her designer purse when he gestured her to stop. "It's on the house," he explained, a new smile pictured on his face. She looked at him for amoment before returning the smile. She didn't mean it though. She deserved to get things for free. She walked quickly through the fair-sized salon, not wanting anyone to start talking to her. She really had nothing to do for the rest of the day; her next schedule was for tommorrow. Going back to her apartment meant being alone, as she usually was in her lonely life.
Putting her hood up to cover her face, she decided to strol for a bit. It had been a long time since she was able to walk around the Capitol without being bombarded by people wanting autographs and photos. Hopefully she wouldn't get noticed, but in these designer clothes, and bits of her newly trimmed trademark red hair refusing to hide under her hood, she doubted she would.
