Post by Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe on May 30, 2014 21:29:57 GMT -6
It felt nice to dress up. To be as pretty as possible and all. Of course, Zoe still had some wounds, but most of those were hidden by the dress. The slinky black number clung to her thin frame, making her feel very feminine, quite pretty, and perhaps a little sexy as well. She still had a thin scar on her left arm where a bullet had driven a path, one that she hoped might disappear in time but wasn't entirely positive would. It was a strange little pink line amid her white skin, and she'd applied some makeup to help hide it. She'd applied make up to the rest of the normal areas as well. A little light dusting to help her complexion and her bared shoulders. some eyeshadow to help her brown eyes. Light pink lipstick helped her lips. As a final addition, she'd clipped a shimmering gold ornament to her hair, threading it within the short, light brown strands. In truth, that was perhaps the part she was most excited about, since Zoe knew precisely where that had come from and she couldn't wait to share that with Devyn.
Whom she waited on now. Devyn was supposed to meet her at the dorm and escort her to the gym. Yes, it felt a little silly. Yes, Zoe insisted that it happen exactly like this. This was prom, though admittedly they'd each get to attend again next year, assuming that they remained at the school and.... alive. Zoe shook her head, dismissing that last thought. She didn't need to think about that, about where she'd gotten the scar, about everything.
Instead, Zoe gripped her little clutch purse, which mostly just contained her student ID, and shifted her feet, hoping that Devyn wasn't late for this particular outing. They'd both been nominated for prom court, for some reason, and Zoe really didn't want to miss that. At all.
Whom she waited on now. Devyn was supposed to meet her at the dorm and escort her to the gym. Yes, it felt a little silly. Yes, Zoe insisted that it happen exactly like this. This was prom, though admittedly they'd each get to attend again next year, assuming that they remained at the school and.... alive. Zoe shook her head, dismissing that last thought. She didn't need to think about that, about where she'd gotten the scar, about everything.
Instead, Zoe gripped her little clutch purse, which mostly just contained her student ID, and shifted her feet, hoping that Devyn wasn't late for this particular outing. They'd both been nominated for prom court, for some reason, and Zoe really didn't want to miss that. At all.