Post by GANNOBEI GARENA on Jun 30, 2012 12:57:22 GMT -5
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[/b] Her face was so red, she was out of words. She sees another being in front of the mirror, with the make – up, blush on and even perfect eye shadow. The make – up artist sure is very good, and would even squeal seeing her like that, but the red head didn’t approve of this. Sure – it was black… it had white lines. It was gothic. It was… flowery and it was… a gown. Are you kidding me!?! She wanted to shout that out too loud, but then her lips pouted unknowingly that it was cute, making her studio recording artist and the other staff glance at her differently. This irritated the red head more, causing her to scowl over, not minding the high heels. Her studio wasn’t far from the forest – like side though, and she figured out with her reflexes that she has to escape.
The brunette grunted, not minding the icky – like feeling of the make – up on her face, since she wasn’t used to it. She growled more like an angry monster, but still keeping the womanly poise in a not so obvious manner. She finds it so annoying herself. Why would a girl raised like a guy appreciate to that anyway? It isn’t much funny, plus it doesn’t even have her personal likes on it, specifically the ribbons and the stash – like things? This is… She stormed out of the studio, not minding the others while only seeing her path. To make things worst, she attempted to rip the dress, but it was tucked too hard. She got much irritated now, carrying it with her slightly gloved black hands with some embroidery.
“I am not doing this!”[/b] She knew that her cousins wouldn’t like it, but she cares less about it. Her being a girl … one that is too pretty and lady – like was highly impossible to her view. It has been blocked in the past that is why she cross dresses instead. This made her want to weep, but being the brunette she is, she stood tall holding her manly tears. Her feet continued to walk involuntarily, and if you see her from the position and area of the studio, you can see red Cinderella running about on the lost forest. It was a dilemma though.
She didn’t know what part of the forest she is already, but hell not she cares of the wolves and the rest. What worries her is her gown. Come to think of it, she’s been trying to take it off but stopped, realizing something awkward. “… I don’t have inner clothes for this one.”[/b] This pissed her too much which made her bail mentally, only to see herself in front of a small puddle of water. There, you see Gannobei Garena – the real deal with all the fixing stuff.
Even so, this is not like me. She frowned thinking of that, the girl still eying at her reflection on the puddle. She calmed somehow only to sit down feeling much iffy with all the petticoats. Mother and father even wished for me as a guy, then… they made me one. Wishing myself to be a guy is useless though, and I was born a girl. Such terrible thoughts, more of a curse, almost making her sob but she stood stiff to the main point. She sighed inward, grunting. “Darn it I didn’t expect this coming. Forgive me my cousins…”[/b] This was the pressure that she is feeling, placing her hand on her forehead closing her eyes, but not crying. Her hair was tied upward, but still, hit some parts on the ground. She looked more of a princess who lost her shoes.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
WORDS: 680 TAG/S: amakusa NOTES: she wore a dress for you/shotd MUSIC: Vocaloid - Cantarella
Now I want to cry loud ♣
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