Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25628880-20151111183145/@comment-27260597-20151116203852

RoseCupid wrote:

She stood up and walked towards Merana.

"How do I look?" she asked. "Amazing, Annie," The tempermental mermaid was searching through her enchanted purse, until she triumphantly found her small make-up case. It was a glossy black with a small gold starfish catch, holding only the essentials that she needed.

"Let's hope I don't go crazy with this on,' MerMer murmured(hehe) to herself. She applied a coat of waterproof and clear mascara carefully, trying her best not to poke her eye or blink before it dried. If she did, well, that's why she had brought the clear one. Some steady strokes got ebony liquid eyeliner on, and layer of clearish-turquoise went onto her nails.

She faced the lone item, a small tube of lip gloss that somehow wormed its way into the case. "Ah, I don't need you, she said and threw her case back into the clutch, then turned to look at her reflection. "Not bad," she mused, "not bad."

Her emerald green eyes sparkled, her lashes brought out by the dark eyeliner and the mascara. Her skin, pretty rosy from doing laps in the pool, but it'll go away soon. At least, she hoped it would. Her silky, naturally blue hair shone in the fluorescent lights of the backstage, she preferred natural lighting anyday. It was fine and soft as the silky water of a calm ocean, but not so thick, though that didn't bother her at all. The cerulean strands combined with tints of turquoise and a slightest hint of green (The cholorine shampoo wbottle as empty again...) looked liked the shining sea altogether. That wasn't a bad thing necessarily, but were fantasy-colored hair considered below the rich, more natural-looking colors of the other participants?

She studied her reflection just a nanosecond longer, before looking away. She didn't usually study her reflection so critically. Facial features never bothered her. Maybe this competition was mutating her brain into its present, critical, state. She stood up, stretched, and by a chance of luck, a bag of wrapped salted caramels she had gotten shipped all the way from Atlantis tumbled out. And then a blueberry muffin, which was most likely sneaked in by her muffin-loving demon best friend. She stared at it. "It's a gift." She decided out loud. "Food is always a gift."