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Planetoid
- Joined
- Jan 30, 2014
- Location
- Behind you
The face staring back at her in the mirror was one that she did not recognize with her ebony locks farming her face in elegant curls that had been oh so carefully placed to fall around her face to ensure that as eyes looked over her they would be drawn to her other features. Specifically, to her deep green eyes that were rimmed with naturally thick lashes, which had been given a light painting of mascara to make them pop out against the eyeshadow that had been carefully placed upon the lids to give their own a smoky look. To complete the look her lips, naturally plump and begging to be kissed, were painted with a deep shade of red that complimented the natural sun kissed glow of her skin.
Truly this face that stared back at her was a complete stranger...
“A-Are you,” Her voice was trembling as she pulled her gaze away from the mirror, setting it back on the coffee table with hands that were shaking just as badly as her voice. “Sure about this, Phee?”
Beside her there came a groan from her best friend and roommate Phoebe, who had spent the last two hours on the look and was clearly none too pleased to have her work criticized. “You stop it right now, Ikara!” Her voice was stern and left no room for questions as she pulled out a brush, the same one that she had just been using to apply blush to Ikara’s cheeks, and bopped her on the tip of her nose with the soft bristles.
That was easy for her to say, Ikara thought silently as a pout tugged onto her lips. Phoebe was everything she was not, a curvaceous young woman with long hair that looked like moonlight as it fell down her back in gentle waves. Her deep blue eyes always seemed to sparkle with a combination of mischief and something else for which there was nothing that could accurately describe it, giving her the appearance that she was laughing at a joke that only she knew. Her every step was calculated and never once had Ikara seen her trip or stumble over her feet as so many others, herself included, did from time to time. Even when she was intoxicated to the point where most would have fallen on their faces at least once, she still managed to hold onto her composure. And none of that compared to her confidence...
Yes, Phoebe held all the perfection where Ikara was just the timid mouse that hid behind her whenever they went out. How they were friends at all was a mystery.
“But...” Ikara started with a whine like a child who did not want to do something rumbling in the back of her throat and the resulting glare from her friend, which brought any other bit of the complaint that rested on the tip of her tongue to a screeching halt, was every bit like a mother who did not want to hear it.
“I am not having this argument with you again, ‘Kara.” There was a sharpness to those words that made the timid girl wince slightly as her head lowered in shame. She truly hated disappointing the only person in her life who had, despite all her faults and oddities, remained her constant cheerleader. Even when she had considered giving up on her lifelong dream of being an actress, a truly scathing comment from one of her college professors dampening her spirits, it was Phoebe who had convinced her to stick with it and not give up. When most had either grown tired of or had been put off by her special talent it was Phoebe who had remained glued to her side, promising to never abandon her where so many had, even her own father had given her up in favor of chasing away his woes with the bottle. Phoebe was the only constant in her life and she hated letting her down.
“You are going to this audition and you know what you are going to do?” Her friend was jumping to her feet, startling the pup that had been sleeping quite contentedly on her lap for the past twenty minutes and was none too pleased about being awoken. The creature, a truly adorable thing with long, reddish colored fur and dark brown eyes that were always filled with all the love in the world when he regarded both women, gave a soft woof of annoyance as he was so rudely disturbed.
“Sorry buddy.” She paused her speech only long enough to scoop him up into her arms in an unspoken form of an apology before turning her attention back to Ikara. “You are going to crush it! And if they try to say otherwise you are going to use those fantastic tits,” This brought a bright blush to Ikara’s cheeks that had nothing to do with makeup as her eyes went wide in horror, but if the other woman noticed she did not show it as she continued on. “And you are going to get that role no matter what!”
“Phee...,” She started, her voice nothing more than a squeak of embarrassment, but her friend refused to hear another word on the matter as she found herself all but yanked from the couch and dragged to the door of their apartment.
“Nope! Not another word from you, missy!” And with that Ikara found herself all but thrown into the hallway of her apartment, the familiar ‘thud’ of the lock snapping into place behind her giving her only one option.
Shoulders slumping and mentally preparing herself for what was surely to be a massive disaster, the ebony haired women shuffled her way out of the building and out onto the ever-busy streets of New York. Her insides twisted and rolled, tangling themselves into a tight ball of fear as she made her way through the crowd. By the time she had come to the theatre where the auditions were being held she was quite certain that she was going to be sick at any moments.
How could she do this? Scratch that, she could practically feel herself turning green as the bile tickled the back of her throat, she couldn’t do this! As her stomach gave another roll of discomfort Ikara was prepared to spin on heel and run back to the safety of her apartment. She would tell her friend, who might not let her back in for a few hours, that the important thing was that she had actually managed to go to the audition and maybe in a few more months she would must up the courage to try out. It had only taken her three years to get to this point what was a few more months, right?
She had the whole speech planned out, could already feel the tears welling within the corner of her eyes, as she turned around. Only instead of starting the walk of shame back to her apartment Ikara found herself smacking into someone, her face bumping squarely in the middle of the chest for a second before she was falling back. Even as her backside hit the sidewalk and a squeak fell from her lips, she wasted no time in offering up an apology, “Oh my gosh, I’m so, so, sorry!!”
Truly this face that stared back at her was a complete stranger...
“A-Are you,” Her voice was trembling as she pulled her gaze away from the mirror, setting it back on the coffee table with hands that were shaking just as badly as her voice. “Sure about this, Phee?”
Beside her there came a groan from her best friend and roommate Phoebe, who had spent the last two hours on the look and was clearly none too pleased to have her work criticized. “You stop it right now, Ikara!” Her voice was stern and left no room for questions as she pulled out a brush, the same one that she had just been using to apply blush to Ikara’s cheeks, and bopped her on the tip of her nose with the soft bristles.
That was easy for her to say, Ikara thought silently as a pout tugged onto her lips. Phoebe was everything she was not, a curvaceous young woman with long hair that looked like moonlight as it fell down her back in gentle waves. Her deep blue eyes always seemed to sparkle with a combination of mischief and something else for which there was nothing that could accurately describe it, giving her the appearance that she was laughing at a joke that only she knew. Her every step was calculated and never once had Ikara seen her trip or stumble over her feet as so many others, herself included, did from time to time. Even when she was intoxicated to the point where most would have fallen on their faces at least once, she still managed to hold onto her composure. And none of that compared to her confidence...
Yes, Phoebe held all the perfection where Ikara was just the timid mouse that hid behind her whenever they went out. How they were friends at all was a mystery.
“But...” Ikara started with a whine like a child who did not want to do something rumbling in the back of her throat and the resulting glare from her friend, which brought any other bit of the complaint that rested on the tip of her tongue to a screeching halt, was every bit like a mother who did not want to hear it.
“I am not having this argument with you again, ‘Kara.” There was a sharpness to those words that made the timid girl wince slightly as her head lowered in shame. She truly hated disappointing the only person in her life who had, despite all her faults and oddities, remained her constant cheerleader. Even when she had considered giving up on her lifelong dream of being an actress, a truly scathing comment from one of her college professors dampening her spirits, it was Phoebe who had convinced her to stick with it and not give up. When most had either grown tired of or had been put off by her special talent it was Phoebe who had remained glued to her side, promising to never abandon her where so many had, even her own father had given her up in favor of chasing away his woes with the bottle. Phoebe was the only constant in her life and she hated letting her down.
“You are going to this audition and you know what you are going to do?” Her friend was jumping to her feet, startling the pup that had been sleeping quite contentedly on her lap for the past twenty minutes and was none too pleased about being awoken. The creature, a truly adorable thing with long, reddish colored fur and dark brown eyes that were always filled with all the love in the world when he regarded both women, gave a soft woof of annoyance as he was so rudely disturbed.
“Sorry buddy.” She paused her speech only long enough to scoop him up into her arms in an unspoken form of an apology before turning her attention back to Ikara. “You are going to crush it! And if they try to say otherwise you are going to use those fantastic tits,” This brought a bright blush to Ikara’s cheeks that had nothing to do with makeup as her eyes went wide in horror, but if the other woman noticed she did not show it as she continued on. “And you are going to get that role no matter what!”
“Phee...,” She started, her voice nothing more than a squeak of embarrassment, but her friend refused to hear another word on the matter as she found herself all but yanked from the couch and dragged to the door of their apartment.
“Nope! Not another word from you, missy!” And with that Ikara found herself all but thrown into the hallway of her apartment, the familiar ‘thud’ of the lock snapping into place behind her giving her only one option.
Shoulders slumping and mentally preparing herself for what was surely to be a massive disaster, the ebony haired women shuffled her way out of the building and out onto the ever-busy streets of New York. Her insides twisted and rolled, tangling themselves into a tight ball of fear as she made her way through the crowd. By the time she had come to the theatre where the auditions were being held she was quite certain that she was going to be sick at any moments.
How could she do this? Scratch that, she could practically feel herself turning green as the bile tickled the back of her throat, she couldn’t do this! As her stomach gave another roll of discomfort Ikara was prepared to spin on heel and run back to the safety of her apartment. She would tell her friend, who might not let her back in for a few hours, that the important thing was that she had actually managed to go to the audition and maybe in a few more months she would must up the courage to try out. It had only taken her three years to get to this point what was a few more months, right?
She had the whole speech planned out, could already feel the tears welling within the corner of her eyes, as she turned around. Only instead of starting the walk of shame back to her apartment Ikara found herself smacking into someone, her face bumping squarely in the middle of the chest for a second before she was falling back. Even as her backside hit the sidewalk and a squeak fell from her lips, she wasted no time in offering up an apology, “Oh my gosh, I’m so, so, sorry!!”
