It's About Knowing What To Do // Renee x Bailey {Blitz}
Jun 12, 2016 15:54:06 GMT -5
Post by Onyx on Jun 12, 2016 15:54:06 GMT -5
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The girl might say that she hates Careers, but she certainly carries herself like one. With a stubbornness that I understand as immaturity (and which reminds me just how young we all are here), she ignores my introduction and fails to tell me her own name. I'm sure I'll know it soon enough, in any case - through her interview, her training score, and her name on an anthem. "Give it here," she says mutely, snatching for the pale lipstick I've produced from my purse. I close my fingers around it firmly, wanting to patronise or snap at her but keeping my calm. "I'll get that for you, don't worry," I murmur, my tone the only giveaway that what I'm thinking is proper young ladies don't snatch, do they? Leaning close to her face, I gently rest one hand on her jaw and tilt her head up to the light.
The lipstick brightens her face miraculously, just like I knew it would. She still looks sour, her lips now pressed together in a straight line, but also somehow softer. Maybe now she'll be able to make some friends, and not just enemies. "I knew it - just perfect. You tell your stylist that you want Ravish-Me Rose for your interview, okay? The crowd is going to love you." She makes a comment about causing people to lose focus and I laught throatily and wink in agreement as I let go of her chin. "Don't I know the truth of that? And you? What's taught you that lesson?" Perhaps some dark past? An ex-lover - she may not be too young? Whatever it is, I intend to find out, and whatever useful secrets might then come with her trust.
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