Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25628880-20151111183145/@comment-25996646-20151116010338

Ivan rushed into the ampitheatre, silently hoping it hasn't started yet. Then he slapped himself mentally. Of course it hasn't started yet, his sister hasn't even gone in yet! He sat down and started to browse through his mirror phone, hoping that his sister took her place inside already.

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Ava hurried her pace and entered the backstage area. She was late. She cursed herself silently for not waking up early, and she looked not as ready as some, due to her rather unfortunate time constraints. She was brimming with excitement and nervousness.

As she hauled her things to the vanity, she couldn't help but notice the girl with the really curly hair having difficulty, and how the Korean girl she passed replied "Keep it like that, it's pretty."

Part of her (her ingrained pageant-slash-toddlers and tiaras thinking which she's so desparate to cut down) wanted to say that "you have to follow the pageant system!", but she shooed away the thought. She was pretty. Her hair was pretty.

She sat down and began to work, putting on her primer and readying her foundation.